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NJ
Sep 13, 20221 min read
Rich Souls
If we all become dust Why worry about earthly treasures? It’s the love we take with us, Not these temporary pleasures. And maybe there...
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NJ
Sep 13, 20221 min read
Hailstones
May we never take for granted The smell of an afternoon rain Heart beating moments, Like thunder against the windowpane. They shout...
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NJ
Jun 18, 20211 min read
If Love is an Ocean
True love is an ocean. Infinite and deep. A place where we can wander. A place where we can dream. Reckless without fear. Yet calm...
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NJ
May 5, 20211 min read
Brighter Days
There will be brighter days. There will be sunny days. There will be dark days. There will be sad days. There will be happy days, And...
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NJ
Apr 28, 20211 min read
Diamonds and Dust
I was a diamond that glistened in your gaze, through broken shells and sand. You picked me up, and there I was, desirable in your hand....
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NJ
Dec 15, 20201 min read
Fire and Light
Poetry inspired by a gulf coast sunset. I wonder if she's fire and light? Her own source of radiance...? Unlike the wildfires that blaze...
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NJ
Dec 6, 20201 min read
Take a Deep Breath
A birthday is another year to celebrate, but it should also remind us of the beginning... the day that marked our very first breath of...
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NJ
Jul 13, 20202 min read
If Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder...
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then maybe it’s sometimes a limitation of a true beauty’s reflection. A beholder gets to choose...
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NJ
Jul 13, 20201 min read
Ocean Resin Collection
Quarantine 2020 has revived hobbies that so many people have stored away overtime. Although it has been a time of uncertainty, I have...
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NJ
Jul 12, 20201 min read
Alone at the Pier
Poetry written from the view: Sometimes I stand alone at the pier. It’s a choice to bring myself here. A place to separate my soul from...
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NJ
Jul 11, 20201 min read
Sparks of the Night
Poetry sparked from a view of dancing flames: I sit beneath a dark night sky. As a gentle wind fills the night. And glides across my...
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