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Poem: Off in the Meadow

In a rain-kissed meadow dew on green blades glisten like stars in the day Smoke-like clouds open wide like pages of a book Pedals of rose and yellow like lips of mother nature bloom for the sun and dance for the wind He flows over the earth gentle like a singing stream In one hand… Continue reading Poem: Off in the Meadow

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Poem: What Doesn’t Kill You…

"If what doesn't kill us really made us stronger, then why am I broken?" -Luckman Khan What doesn't Kill us... Makes us stronger Makes us wiser Teaches us to go farther Makes us fighters What doesn't kill us... Makes us stranger Makes us something unique Turns us into strangers ...a torn masterpiece... Leaves us with… Continue reading Poem: What Doesn’t Kill You…

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Poem: Highs and Lows

Highs & Lows One second I say Hi the next I wanna go Then I go from Goodbye to Don't ever let me go I listen to my angel I always hear the devil so I can know what's right every time I do wrong One season I love you but seasons change Maybe I… Continue reading Poem: Highs and Lows

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Poem : The Blacksheep

Your blood, it doesn't run in my veins My face, it doesn't fit into your frame And I just don't belong in your name You and I lived lives unequal I was raised Alcoholics and needles All I've known Broken, like my homes broke, like my wallet broke, like my soul Never truly felt like… Continue reading Poem : The Blacksheep

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Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist

Hiraeth is a Welsh concept of longing for home, which can be loosely translated as 'nostalgia', or, more commonly, 'homesickness'. Many Welsh people claim 'hiraeth' is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely "missing something" or "missing home."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiraeth 2019 Jordan Antonacci Hiraeth - A Poem I went home, butyou weren't thereI called… Continue reading Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist

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Poem: Only Human

If I could then I would save the world Send my heart in an envelope to that certain girl Tell her how she is my everything Live in a house with kids and wedding rings I’d be free like the ocean breeze Soar from the west coast over to the east Learn German then Chinese… Continue reading Poem: Only Human

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A Monster in the Rain – Poem

Days, they race, as feelings, like seasons, they change A misplaced name found written upon some distant grave The way I was yesterday today is but another bloodstain A monster in the rain to the old me, goodbye, I wave Ticking away the clock on my name while the man in the mirror is losing… Continue reading A Monster in the Rain – Poem

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Broken Heartbeat | Poem

Skin like a canvas of white Upon which, my heartbeat I'll write With the blood I bleed through our years of pain I'll take the tears that stream and use their colors to paint We're walking to the rhythm of a broken heartbeat Still we dance anyway Dancing in the rain until the floods wash… Continue reading Broken Heartbeat | Poem