![A Black Rose](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/5f975778e7eb02fc04742c8eca5971d2.jpg) |
A poem I wrote for a prompt I thought I'd share. Excerpt: Petals unhinge/ silken sheets between my thumbs/ I caress the freshly dead I’ve embezz..
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![Misfit, I am](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/8c373cef3bf77b84f8b53c2d3cdfbe6e.jpeg) |
Misfit, I am
in this land where rules
must be abided by, or one
will collapse, become a sore
thumb, amongs..
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![I Had Hoped to Savour](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/dbabe61d902a9b4d0e617d8bc4117076.jpg) |
Talentless
Yet, now is my golden age
The peak of my life,
But golden eggs are nowhere to be found
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![Pretty Girls](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/0726fa0b88220d413d918af8c3dfde47.jpg) |
A poem based on the shallow and superficial. Excerpt: pretty girls sit rigid,
and have their pinkies out,
as they sip from their ivory tea cups
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![Till Then, I Will Dance](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/e3b3ae8678ccd5989853bdb16dd3e6ef.jpg) |
Excerpt: Listless travels, endless seas.
The plane, the humdrum of
wheels against the floor.
My ears clogged, ringing,
as we crash down, plumm..
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![Blah-Blah Blather](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Excerpt: White lights flicker, like fairies
they dance above concrete pavements.
Ancient dust swirls, dust motes
pirouette amongst the busy,
mund..
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![Where Anything Can Kill](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/6d50e4195afcd4389f276031560ef82d.jpg) |
Where Anything Can KillWe need water.But it can kill us too.Drown us,seep into our air passages,throttle us.Take our breaths away.I choke, the bottle ..
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![A Rose Wafted](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/69e00a9f431abf7fe713df823fb9b8f1.jpg) |
Excerpt: A rose wafted amongst/ the frozen fields/ dancing with the breeze./ It had sprung/ from icy, time-frozen lands./ A miracle, in a godforsaken/..
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![The Denouement](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/9049d2bf8ebd92eff2ccfa9eac71065f.jpg) |
A poem written during a period of existential depression. Excerpt: A star plummets from the sky/ lands on my hands, and begins to/ burn my very flesh...
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