Short Poems

Poetry Is

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Sepulcher of negative images

And bad ambitions

Shut, locked

And burned

Releasing me from a world

Bent on dragging my

Self-esteem

Over a bed of jagged red, hot nails

A tool for my boundless dreams

Ripped from he seams

Of my imagination

Thrust onto the human race

So they can understand and feel

Liberation

The flow within me

Bled onto the words

Of which I speak

Enticing, spellbinding

Vocabulary

Grinding into the black hole

That is your mind

The sign of eternal literature

Giving a voice to those

Who are afraid to converse

With the devils of the deadly sins

And overcome them

Expelling the snakes with the tongue

For it’s mightier than the sword and gun

Emancipation

Freedom

Publication

Is

Poetry  

Poems, Short Poems, Sticky Note Quotes

“I have been on…

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“I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have out walked the furthest city light. “– from Robert Frost’s Acquainted with the Night

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I have been acquainted with the night

I have seen blood splatters in splintered floors

stepped in them from the absence of light

stared at the moon until dawn won the fight

in the sky, I

have lied to the dark

insisting that I wasn’t afraid as knuckles met face

in this cuticle of space

how many nights will it take to break 

the circle of family abuse 

in full swing when the lights aren’t in use.

–A. Long

 

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The Intro

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The Intro

Hi.

Your name is Chocolate

the sweet underside of your Father’s thighs

the resonant color trapped in his eyes

your his laugh

cradled in a blue blanket

his words etched on the finest parts of your DNA

Image

Lullabies sung from ancient Sanskrit he sang to you

while you were in the womb

but more importantly

you are everything he’s not

I apologize for the worry lines

that will plague your eyes

From the cries he will not hear

The hugs he’ll miss

Your name is Strong, spirit

that will not be broken

like the canvas on your Father’s stomach

or the pride across his wide back.

Vampires

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That smile dreams brightly of the future

You have the audacity to say

we

To boast carelessly of what we’ll have

When you’d give me spit to taste

before your heart’s embrace

There he goes

flying high off himself one minute

Then rips my throat out the next

I want a vampire

at least they don’t hide behind the guise of love

when they decide to bite you