I yearned to press your storied palms to my lips; to kiss the hands that hold tales of silent battles and quiet victories.
The Agony of Letting Go
Tag: poetry
The Enigmatic Pat Price: A Government Remote Viewer
Back to Hayes: Ode to Pat Price
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The Woven Sea
I close my eyes, into that hush, you know the one, between thunder and thought, where even time takes a breath. And for just a moment... I am weightless.
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Finding Your Unique Voice in Poetry
If you are trying to write like a poet who you admire, I want you to stop it.
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Growing Flowers from the Wounds
I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.
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Climbing
The same softness of a human can be found in a tree.
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Roses and Alabaster
It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.
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When the Photons Call
The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
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Inner Child
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
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Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
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Where Is Nowhere?
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
Vennie Kocsis 
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