Shadow on Door
City Shots
Carpet
Hatred
Hatred feeds on fear and fractured crowds as it crowns the loudest liar king.
Inward thoughts become outward words,
small stances of oppression shift into violence, and power-hungry predators spew repugnant propaganda.
Repulsive rhetoric convinces the world's worst to sharpen their weapons and raise them against their neighbors.
As if they were animals...
As if they were inhuman.
Hatred is an otherworldly beast.
Her 10
Chicago
Absent
Over the years I became the definition of detached.
I became the shell of a person that wanted to look as interesting as the amount of numbness she felt for everything around her.
I spent too many of my days alive while not truly living and I wasted more of my time behind a facade than a picturesque home with no walls.
So I was never truly present within the moments you now refer to as memories.
If I was there with you, sadly all you memorized was my absence.
Prayer
I still remember The Lord's Prayer, but I don't believe in God.
The words are imprinted into some strange, sunken shrine within my skull.
Forged into bone at age nine by naivety, parental notions, and nightly repetitions.
Each line in the dutiful prayer as meaningless as the instructions for a machine that never worked.
Yet they still rise up from the recesses of my mind like a reflex. Like a cough or a sneeze from a body that once bowed without questioning why.
Maybe it's because the cadence of it still surprisingly soothes, even though its content no longer convinces.
Her 9
Dublin and Sword’s Castle
AO Poetry 
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