Dark as the night the moon in her eyes and poetry in her veins all mystery and bold a warrior and fallen angel full of pain an untamed spirit like a gypsy she roams letting her dreams guide the way, finds redemption in the words, lets them speak until the loss and the ache of […]

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    I am lost no words to guide me through this silence  alone going deeper into the void no voices  speak yet I wait without  promise of rescue no whispers of hope ©Debbie Berk        

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My mother was a flame and my father a drop of rain now a ghost and I was a gentle open earth dreaming, a soft wind that blew planting the seeds nearly drowned at birth and still I struggle to rise from the smoke, desperate to reclaim them both, building fires in the storm, waiting […]

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Sorrow’s Poem I am the wound that weeps and invisibly bleeds I am the dream that cannot wake and the pain that never sleeps I am the doubting hope of darkness deep I am neither ghost nor living caught between worlds, lost without the words to write me home ©Debbie Berk 2016

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I forget sometimes that it’s like poking the dead with a stick and expecting a response surprised at the silence and other times, oh the words, what noisy little ghosts they are Debbie Berk 4/12/2016

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  Hope left without leaving a note, just the ghosts of words it never spoke but only kept in silent truths tucked neatly away in the shadowy deep corners of a private pain and the quiet of its unheard tears that scream out now like the wind, begging to be let back in 10/6/2015 ©Debbie […]

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Darkness and Dirty Diners and the Midnight Host Serving Up Death as the Poetry Weeps Into Its Day Old Coffee, Cold as a Corpse   These dense and hollow bones and bland flesh that you’ve gifted me are as empty as the silence within words without teeth, and limp as the thin blue veins sucked […]

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  I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest still desperately clawing postcards, letters and lonely verse into the dirt of my worm infested heart that feasts on the love and longings never read, never sent but only lost in […]

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I am the keeper of shadows and their secrets that speak sharply and softly like the bitter sweet poetry flowing in the accumulation of tears Existing alongside their ghosts that leave me haunted by their words gathered and scattered like wounded thoughts, like scars star shaped and wished upon under the moonlight of these ravished […]

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