Child Allusion Poems

Don’t save anything for someday—
because someday is a slow thief.
It steals in whispers,
in heartbeats you don’t count,
in the space between "I should" and "I'll get...

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when i was merely fourteen- 
i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, 
i wondered how people could live like this.
 i look to my...

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Hard drugs under the sunshine, 
Like feeling sick with a ‘get well soon’ sticker. 
I’m gonna get what I said, 
Sicker, 
Sucks. 
I wonder why...

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Life is short, brief, fleeting, a breath, anyway...
One day, a child, the next,
 an adult, and then, the end ?
It all seems like a crazy...

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      Spring, simply js 
   a woman with a young spirit, 
...

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Me and the wall

Like an imaginary friend when we were a child.
My thoughts bounce off the wall and then get filed.
Mrs. Beasley, Shilo, and Winnie...

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When you rise from the ashes
the Phoenix emerges from the sun
when you awaken from the darkness
now we're having fun

The fear of a cross generation towards
a...

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The bird can bet
on a flight career with the plane
only by affinity...

The fish can teach the...

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The Girl Who Cried “Death”

The most special woman
To ever walk this world, 
Well, she’s died quite young, 
This, I am told. 

For the ash in...

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My mother’s daughter  
“I’m not a monster. I’m a mother.” - 
every waking day l am my mother’s daughter. 
from the shining of the...

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In the mirrors of Moirai
kismet and karma kiss adoringly,
unaware of this betrayal they label as life.

In the hallucination we call birth,
words whisper like bitter winds,
composing...

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I am of the brown persuasion
 I am golden
 Tan I am 
a man a woman 
I am King
 I am queen
 I am...

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STAMPEDE

Beneath the moon’s pale, a requited glow,
A hyperbolic crowd begins to grow.
The sphere is aired with fear and haste,
A storm of bodies, my qualms displaced.

A...

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"SPIRITED GIBBERISH"

Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what...

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on a broken night
marinated in lost thought
a pen with papers
tried many sweet rhyming shots
they sketched and screeched of weird creeps

never-named poems,
sang them to tunes, sold...

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