Tag: human psyche
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Warm lies.
The world blurs into shimmering blobs of light, they bubble around me, and one by one they go— pop pop— bursting into the cold, dark night the warmth recedes My toes and fingers are cold I am cold so cold
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What is I but you?
I see your eyes under the murky water my eyes overlay yours. You carry a– torch, flame lapping the– currents, you raise it languidly above your chest closer, under your chin our eyes flicker twin flames lighting seaweed twined in the space between… …Long I have waded in dark waters. Before my light crashed into…
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Fallen blooms
to the window I have looked through, aged, longing longing for the scene to bloom into roses but the petals remain fallen not a sigh, not a riffle a carpet of clot red seeping in red seeping through the white wooden sill curling into the clear teardrops. I say my goodbye. …Goodbye and gently, gently,…
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When the mist thickens.
When the mist thickens, gestures shiver in the encroaching chill disjointed voices hiss behind closed shutters promises scratched on yellowed pages drip in fresh ink chest drawers slide hollow and empty, there there it gathers unformed, unseen the haunting, of the unspoken. . . .
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Ruins, ruins.
A glimmer on the night lake doused in flames A crescent moon’s smile torn asunder Flushed rose petals crushed underfoot Feathered caress frostbitten tip A bird’s song snapped with a twist Ruins, ruins by a bat of an eye brave of heart is one that melts in the forge. . . .
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Slick rocks.
The body lay broken on slick rocks, gathered to lift it up by the banks of the raging river. A rag doll discarded, cold blackened lips parted and glass orbs reflecting the grey skies cracked to the void of a wound that rendered it wordless . . .
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Hallowed Castle
I will tell you of a story one with a beautiful castle thick curtains, velvety cushions gilded buttress along its fissured walls gardens riot with flowers, mango and pear trees sickly sweet The hallways silent, footsteps muffled, occasional shrieks Women white as chalk faded like ancient oil paintings, ghost figures frozen in silent scream that…
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Let it howl
Purple-black bruised skies I see you throbbing, ‘For who?‘ ‘From what?‘ Bring up the storm Whip up the wind Let it howl Let it rain Let me catch the broken pieces I hold no shade no umbrella over me Come pour I will catch the littlest drops of you with the whole of me. Don’t…
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Uncorked Ears
how is it one word from you sends me spinning into an abyss one word and it has me bracing for impact the sound of your footsteps approaching has my shoulders raised to my ears a barricade my body self creates my insides roiling into a cool puddled mess as I float away to neverland…
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Bated Breath.
Everyone’s waiting with bated breath when the buzzing flies slows to a still when the winds stand and not a grain of sand shifts when oceans and lakes mirror the frozen skies. All waiting.. Waiting for the resounding crack of a shell breaking
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