What happens to a dream deferred:
It cracks, like dry skin stretched too tight
Haunts the dark corners of lonely nights
Breaks like the spine of an overused book
Tastes like ashes in all you cook
Sticks like fennel between your teeth
Aches hollowly of the incomplete
Blisters like feet on an endless road;
and yes, it explodes.
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and other things that slip from grasp
If you wear your heart on your sleeve, join the club.
Existentially fraught thoughts.
By Erika Enriquez
Modern master of classical poetry
Poems are my first hand emotions. The molten lava within me that overflows with tectonic shift of time, I just scribble and present it before you. Poems are the first tool that taught me to express and that too without any prejudice or bias. I have promised myself to continue with it throughout my life.
Nature's nuances in a nutshell
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
Once a fool, always a fool.
Oloriel's Truth
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Keeping the World Weird and Wonderful
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
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