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Just another friendly reminder, my latest collection of poems “The Slums of Nightfall” has been published and it is available for purchase on Amazon. It’s a book that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is…
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It is already forgotten All the blood and the glory So willingly and freely Dispensed in the mud The flames are long gone In the shadows of the mind Where the trek of our fears Once rumbled and raged Yet the tears never stall In a mother’s new plight Her trial by fire Each bleary-eyed…
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My latest collection of poetry has been published! I never thought I would get to type those words. But today is that day. My dream has become a reality and I could not have achieved this without all of your help. The constant feedback and words of encouragement are apart of what motivates me to…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Preface . . . ? The poems in this book are for anyone who has ever experienced the wrath of anxiety or the lows of depression. I hope that every single stanza you read, will serve as a reminder, that there are others who fully understand your struggle. Poetry can…
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Tomorrow The dams will break Tomorrow, the fields Will know water and wealth Tomorrow, the sun Is the signal to rage And writhe with new joy When the waves Are powerful and high Tomorrow, tomorrow Is the chorus of today A rolling inferno within The madly impassioned Boil over with hope And foam at the…
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Simplicity draws me in With its coveted white noise All-consuming, and bare Not long for this ground No words may travel This blank state of mind As the chorus of white Uncovers my fears My worth My concerns Every atom that slaves
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This frame of mind derails As I reap and roam And gather the world In full For the moment, I live without form An amorphous soul Seeping through the void I’ll toil at another And sow, the seeds of myself And grow into a new day’s role To shift forevermore Aimlessly driven Each era that…
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The plummeting continues Moaning, the entire way down From the droning black skies Downward and downward For the far away taunt of the earth Each day Looming ever-so slight The impact consumes Wringing out every bead All the cries fall away Like incendiary bombs Downward and downward Toward a kindred And fiery doom
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Lost, on a grain of sand All the days are refined To a lone drag of breath A seemingly Infinite rush Through each uncharted flare That emblazes, all hopes and concerns A rush Never cherished Nor deplored In the greatest of chasms The eternal The frigid and mute
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