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I married a nightmare,
she rode in, as toxic smog,
that would never dissipate.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Dream Log #9
This was a dream from last which I think was triggered by bumping into somebody I used to work with. She has retired from the care home I used to work with. I feel a bit too exhausted to try and make this short dream to make it over the 600 word count requirement from Vocal, so I will convert it into a poem so it will will automatically pass the filter and I feel like writing a poem because the imagery felt nostalgic and daunting at the same time.
By Chloe Gilholyabout 17 hours ago in Poets
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Ooo! Mic drop! I love the simple intensity in this. Detailing toxicity in relationships in such few, yet descriptive words! I hope you find your shoulders falling in relaxation, your heart beating a peaceful rhythm, and your mind clear as the air your lungs yearn for.
I agree with Komal, fresh air brings rejuvenation and renewal. When we walk away from those who come against us we loosen their grip on us, whether they're horses, goats or snakes...only a Lamb will do. 😇 “And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.” Revelation 22:1 NKJV
Ohhh this one is tiny but mighty!!😂🔥Three lines and you managed to drag an entire marriage. Sometimes the smog clears itself… the moment you walk away. Fresh air hits different.
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