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When I lived in the land of trees

The neverending sky was all that I had seen

Sunsets in their orange flamingo pink

dancing on the horizon --stilt legged,

Preening at the sun

A Buddhist proverb says that "you are the sky

The rest is just the weather "

My eyes looked up and saw the deep empty surrendering blue, an expanse, a vacuum

Not a cloud in sight

I had my chants, memorized

I had my loves, my bottle

But soon the bottle turned to all that I seen

In that desolate, little town of

Chicharons as big as your head

I live in a different town now

Different loves, no bottle

But my mind's eye still turns to the trees, the fields

and that neverending sky that I had once called home.

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Creative Writing Hack #2

Writing in Reverse

Starting with the ending of your story or scene and working backward can be a powerful technique for building suspense and tension. By knowing where your characters need to end up, you can strategically plant clues, foreshadow events, and create a more satisfying narrative arc. This approach also allows you to focus on the cause-and-effect relationships between events, ensuring that each plot twist and revelation feels earned and impactful. Additionally, writing in reverse can help you avoid common pitfalls such as plot holes or inconsistencies, as you'll have a clearer roadmap of how your story unfolds.

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I read your words today

Or shadows of your words.

More like shadows.

They tell me a story.

About you ,

About me,

About us.

My betrayal,

Stinging me with thorns,

Stinging me with roses.

Sweet, noxious weeds,

Pouring out of my arms,

A garland for my head.

To say that I don't miss you

Would be a lie.

You were home.

An orphan amongst steepled buildings,

Afraid to step outside.

You write words for others

Words of love.

But, I ,

Your reliquary for coal, and woe.

It is over, yet

The pain will never stop,

The pain will never stop.

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Love lost

As sinews of the heart

Breaked and stretched

You had me wake up to see the sunrise.

A wide new world, pond-side.

Fear flew over my mind

As we sipped Starbucks mochas

From the Drive thru in the morning

Was it the beginning of the end?

While we watched America's got talent

Singing out my heartstrings.

I miss you now

What we had and

What was once promised.

Shattered remnants

For years, I lost myself with you.

In you.

Slipped rings and drinkers delight

Stole, shepherded me away.

And I can never swim back to safety.

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Poem a day

Body and voice

I want to kiss you

Like a book

Your spine opening and closing

Tension

I want to kiss you

Like a book

Knowing your pages

Prose--thick and thin

I want to kiss you

Like a book

Get lost in your words

Your worlds

Sensual dripping patterns

Cadences

Lost somewhere

in between the binding and the margins

I want to write poems for you

Your bindings

Bridging the gap between

Body and voice.

I want to kiss you like a book.

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“Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power — not because they don’t see it, but because they see it and they don’t want it to exist.”

— bell hooks

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Poem a Day

The corridor

The corridor

Warped and raveled

Like a cosmic thread

A yo-yo

It was dark, dank

Filled with auburn fire skies

Lost amongst the void

The hedges enveloped him

Running his hands through the green

A prick, a pinch, an offering

The rain cried

And the labyrinth

which was once was emerald

Turned red, crying rubies

It seemed to go on forever

Disappearing behind him.

The only way was forward.

The man with no names

The man with them all

Made it through the twists and turns

For forever and a half.

Only to find himself

At a door,an entrance

Dark in demeanor

Haunted by souls

"Enter the labyrinth," they said.

In, behind nothing

Ahead, every direction, pointing out.

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Poem a Day

Garlands

In the beginning

Her garlands fell

Off the tree

While the earths soul quaked.

We picked them up

One by one

Skulls, husks

Amongst the rocks and

Splintering trees.

Her soul fell with them

Leaving her to breathe

Incense, smoke and fire

We too breathed with her

Inhaling that smoke

From Gaia, our mother goddess

Her skulls became goblets

And the trees,

Preserved in amber time

Became lost to the millenia

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Poem of the day

Queen Diamond --for Toya

You twinkle in the dark

Shines like the

Glint of the suns fury.

Admist coal and dirt

You sit high amongst

The others -- rubies, sapphires, emeralds

Perfection, child

Like the glint

Takes millenia to form

A diamond in the rough

Jagged edge become

Smooth mirrors

These prisms of light

Take pressure

And you queen

Reign high

On your throne,

Through it all.

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Poem a Day

Mother Moon - for TenC

Your mother,

Like the moon

Waxing and waining

Over the earth

They devote the

Harvest to her

The ocean to her.

Let the harvest

Nourish her body and soul,

Let the ocean

Be bountiful.

Lord, fill her soul

With all she needs

To survive.

Let the waters bless

Her and her family.

As the moon tides

Let the mother moon

Hold you at night

As you persevere, shine bright.

Find peace like the moon

Sit in her serenity, your sobriety

For you need nothing more

But the calm of the lord

And the earthtides

That lap on the coast.

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Poem a Day

Hello

Arms around,

Shielding the most vulnerable parts:

I see you wholey

Naked in your pain.

The Brahman, the holyman

The emptiness in you sees the emptiness in me

And yet, seeing you in the flesh

Left me speachless

The neverending sunyata

Our souls that don't know peace

Is that my destiny?

Looking for arms that do not hold,

And lips that stray.

You bring me to tears,

The crimson lines

My waterbearer

Lost before I even said,"hello."

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Poem a Day

Freedom

The dreams came at night

Amid the toss and turn.

Lost limbs and

Monsters growl.

The neverending labyrinth

With windowless doors

Sightglass

And broken bones.

Alone in rags

His skinny limbs

Make it to the crimson door.

It's creaking groan

Opened--flash, bang

Blind in the dark.

One figure, eyes removed,

Cut off serpents

The sight of Medusa,

Made free.

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Poem a Day

Mother Medusa

The fledglings fled

while Medusa

flicked her

cigarette made of gold

It was a lonely life

but the trees were her friends

and the blind came for miles

to listen to her lute and croon.

A sound borrowed by the sobbing coyote,

before he too met the fate

of man, Medusa, and stone.

The blind were the first to

taste the strawberry of her lips

hold her soft dainty hands.

But her progeny,

stood still like cherubim

And she wept tears like

soft petals hitting tin.