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I have found hope where there was none,
light where there was dark;
love when all was lost,
these are the stories of my soul...

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Posts Tagged: life

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A dull ache took over the world
one fated day in May.

Flowers struggled to maintain
a simple bloom – that day.

Purveyors of love, were simultaneously
interested and bored.

What a sad day,
that fated day in May.

When the aroma of the spring
matched the stench my heart.

-L.J. Lenehan-
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On the blooming daffodils of April, rain chaotically falls, each drop, hesitantly anticipated like…

On the blooming daffodils of April, rain chaotically falls, each drop, hesitantly anticipated like the breath of a dying man,

On the blooming daffodils of April, rain chaotically falls, each drop, hesitantly anticipated like…

On the blooming daffodils of April, rain chaotically falls, each drop, hesitantly anticipated like the breath of a dying man,

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As I sketch each year, I fill the base of a jar, with a fabricated world of dreams ranging in… http://wp.me/s2B9OF-1100

As I sketch each year,
I fill the base of a jar, with a
fabricated world of dreams
ranging in realities

during the early hours of spring,
I think of you – thinking of me,
and I pay for all that blooms,
by shrivelling while my colour drains

for all the world to see,
during heavy rains
I remain many things,
but I am not what they see.

My soul does not sing
in empty fields, nor
does it speak of…

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Glaonna an t-uisce dom
ó thíos an ghealach ar imní
Is féidir liom a chloisteáil macalla de hallelujah.

Pulls an aigéan mé isteach a rúin istigh
le práinne foréigneach,
Léim mé, ag snámh mé amach ar an bhfarraige.

Cad é fíor
tá a thuilleadh chreid
toisc go cuimhin aon duine dom,

mo bhaile folamh,
mo aghaidh featureless,
mo emptiness ar taispeáint,

i sochaí ina bhfuil mé dofheicthe.
An calma…

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Inside the cold lips of women
exists a defining cliché,
that creates a quivering ache,
seducing personal confusion
in to the flames of fire.

Consumed by a sophisticated
aftertaste that lingers –
inside the mind
of the ones left behind,
where messages of love

should be penned, instead
of political condolences
contrived to ease personal
struggle that might lead
to the creation of poetry.

-L.J.…

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My flawless rose, golden prearranged to last a lifespan discoloured, disfigured hidden in a… http://wp.me/s2B9OF-1091

My flawless rose, golden prearranged to last a lifespan discoloured, disfigured hidden in a chastity belt of shame,

My flawless rose, golden prearranged to last a lifespan discoloured, disfigured hidden in a… http://wp.me/s2B9OF-1091

My flawless rose, golden prearranged to last a lifespan discoloured, disfigured hidden in a chastity belt of shame,

First HelloAn agreement made,
rooted in time,
no promises, no regrets,
each chapter silently unfoldeda scene…View Post

First Hello

An agreement made,
rooted in time,
no promises, no regrets,
each chapter silently unfolded
a scene…

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Our unlit love
hidden in a battlefield
of intolerable uncertainty.

Where sexuality
intertwines our souls
absconding from

masculine or feminine
emerging from near destruction
to that which is untouchable.

Our love, unlit, unseen, unreplicable,
it is in the…

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Hiding, all that is brutal and strange, inside of me, to
other’s eyes I have no nightmares. In my eyes
I am the nightmare, insecure and scared, I scale the
twilight hours,

to endure emotional paralysis, in my nine to five
where I have chiseled myself in to…

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Deeper, in the sinking sand of my journey
under the arch of the rainbow, I can see, certain
death is where there was once a pot of gold.

Uncertain of why I cannot lighten my load,
every day, every hour, every minute
life mocks me prompting me forward.

Nei…

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