Category: Poetry
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Dreaming through my window
Draw me a picture, I say and yellow streams through the window blinds It paints a golden canvas on my wall with the tail end of your shadow swaying gently in the dipping sun. The picture softens and sharpens as if, I sit in the center of an Eye as it blinks bleary-eyed, dreaming through…
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Blue Nectar
It’s being shredded apart, torn through the guts, and fed to the hungry, hungry souls. No— they need not concern themselves of what they strip, uproot, and pollute for these skies, these fields will be long after the passing of these hurried feet, and the winds will wrap around the wounds left by these clawed hands, as…
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wear it tight
Your body uncurls, stretches deliciously and spills on the sheets, pink tongue slips out and in. I wonder what it’s like, I wonder the purity in you to be soft in the presence of a being so capable of harm My skin longs for the same but, I wear it tight.
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It too knows
It too knows, seen its brethren slaughtered, eaten— felt the raw course of illness in their blood, crushed skulls, aged bones and bitter cold yet they lope off walls, graze with ease in the fields, stands easy in the winds, flits past closed buds like nothing is of consequence like everything is, as is yet my…
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A son’s question
Your harsh light has my head beaten down to the toes my ears red to the heat. Father, there is too much to see to have these curious eyes only to the grains touched to these feet Mother! Let out your braided branches cover me in your dappled shadows so I may taste more than the…
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will be gone
My head rests on soaked mud, the sky drizzles and my vision blurs It’s hard to keep my eyes open I look up your stem, silky petals curled pink and one hangs precariously, a few more moments and it drifts down to join me Ah…soon all your sisters will join but I, will be gone
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Begging hands
even when you shy away The stars still sparkle on you even when you stiffen your shoulder The clouds still wrap, wool around you even when you turn away your face The boughs still weigh down unto your cheeks catching dews And the sun and moon still kiss your brow under your cloak And the ground…
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Winds of faith
My eyes sweat at the sight of ankles running free in the grass songs and dance that circle by hands linked, where hands are calloused, only for each other, and lips only know of mirth and promises and hair that snags in the winds of faith voices that weave through Breath and sleep even in…
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Daughter’s cry
O Father, why have you beaten Mother away The lands are dry, and your children crawl whipped by your words that direct no man but broken backs O Father, your great hand has nothing to guide no sunlight reflected, and no sunflowers dancing to you for the rivers of Mother run dry she has sunk…
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An hour sliced off
I know there are still wars outside not just the ones for territory fighting for things that will only ever belong to us for an hour sliced off the lifespans snuffed but the cold wars of the mind, hunger and bonds of blood and in this cocoon I find myself in I sleep a while in…
MindWraith 