Freshly Dusted

It’s Christmas morning, And the bells are ringing, It’s Christmas Morning, Somewhere angels are singing. It’s Christmas morning, And with hearts all aglow, Somewhere children are playing With laughter in snow. It’s Christmas morning, And here there is strife, Hardship and anger, sharper Than the coldest knife. It’s Christmas morning, And here there is hate, Spilt heedlessly like rice, Mending efforts come too...

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I have recently begun to work on my graphic design skills. Cover art is something that I enjoy, and I am working on honing my skills in the area as well. ...

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Dilapidated loneliness Rolls off the tongue, Like nefarious and brokenness, And disease of the lung. Abject and departure, Hate and despair, All seek to nurture, Yet none to repair. Not one of them right, All of them kind, Shining like light, In a darkened mind. Shattered discontinuity, Lend to me, For the meaning of ambiguity, I have yet to see. ...

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The bonds attach themselves to my wrist, Laying down their marks in my pale skin. Another numerical value on the list, Another prisoner, victim of disease.  "This won't hurt a bit, Broken as you are." they say. "Don't worry about the fit, Our chains come in all sizes." I hope for second chances, Lying prone on the doctor's table. I pretend I don't...

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Another decade draws to a close, And the nostalgia hits too hard. Dropped like a bowling ball on broken toes, Finally, 2020’s silent bard.  A green peach tumbles through my mind. The liquid runs down my chin. The first taste of being left behind, The first cookie from the tin. It is the glove that did not fit, And of diving for the...

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When the crooked willow finally fell, a booming noise ripped through the dismal afternoon storm. Its demise had been predicted for years before, weathered as the plant had been from years of elemental abuse. Thus, for the others who looked on from the castle windows, the broken wood and scattered leaves meant simply something to break into firewood the next morning. Yet, for...

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I thought I was a lion, Ripping my way through enemies, Roaring for what I believe in, And never being quiet enough To give into the monotony of the crowd. I thought I had a loyal pack That was ready to follow me into battle, Unquestionably at my side. Another who would sweep me off my feet If I really wanted them to....

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When I was young, I was dropped into a fire That broke my face and left it marred. Just a monster climbing higher, But from normal pursuits barred. I ignore the stares across my chest, As I hold my broken head high. There is only me to try my best But it is so much easier to lie— And cover my face with...

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We don’t give thanks in the usual way, With a yellow turkey stuffed full. There are no children gone astray, And family prayers are null. We don’t celebrate around a golden feast, A table for ten, and some cranberry wine. We don’t take a steely knife to the beast, That would be crossing a line. “How can you have a Thanksgiving If you...

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