Monarca Rising

Tag: truth

  • Primitive

    Primitive by Carmen H Gray On the hot concrete of the parking lot I saw the remains of once was Its shimmering iridescence Laid bare, unguarded On display to indifferent automatons Much too distracted by manufactured movements An ancient keepsake in a modern world Of discarded plastic

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  • Ethereal

    Ethereal by Carmen H Gray I know what it is to lift And dissipate into the great Nothingness Where zero is Nothing and Everything The Light that never goes out I have spun in that void With absolute fearlessness All sense of gravity gone As if in one tiny profound moment I escaped the man…

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  • A Soft Cosh

    “Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light.” ―Pythagoras A Soft Cosh by Carmen H Gray Two ends meet Where one side Is congruent to the other Twin sides feel The heavy pull Bringing the center point To the same place each time Whether it be The delicate silver chain of…

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  • Smash

      “She’s got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.” ―Kate Chopin, The Awakening Smash by Carmen H Gray Pretty goes south You need that face And that pouty mouth To win the winsome Fuck that noise I don’t care If you stare I don’t care If you think…

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  • Combined Mass

    Combined Mass by Carmen H Gray   Those tears flowed They were from the eyes Of a little girl I knew I saw glimpses of Incarnations of You Folded into my arms What sorrow’s songs are enacting Heartstring disarms Revealing a reflection Molting, transmuting An old wound demands recollection In one form or another Study…

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  • Tangential

    Tangential by Carmen H Gray   While you see That slope Of the line Falling If you stop to touch New points in space A rigid line With limitations Transforms Into an arc Curving into Infinite directions  

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  • White Light

    White Light by Carmen H Gray Uninhabited Quiet space It is that empty side of the home I keep finding in my dreams The part I am afraid to explore Where room after room Nothing feels right Things are distorted, broken I rush to find the back door Unlocked, unguarded Leaving me terrified That I…

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  • Truism

    “It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.”– from The Invitation by Oriah Truism…

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  • Scars

    “Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women’s grace.”-Edna St. Vincent Millay Scars by Carmen H Gray There is a collective fascination Of the facade of the flawless Maybe because it is a myth We aim to maintain The perfect plastic smiles Parading by us ——– But what fascinated…

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