Tag: poem
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Till it’s breathing your breath.
Sing! Sing away like a bird that cares not who hears her tunes, or if it is the deep Silence she is surrounded by. Unheeding to a passerby’s curses she sings just as the trees keep swaying the waves keep whooshing the stars keep chiming. The incessant chorusof cicadas in the night as the world […]
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A longing in the waters
All the colors lights and sounds. The abundance in the world. The exuberance of nature in the endless galaxies Stars People in all shades of mud. Trees heavy, laden with fruits drooping for a kiss. More than we could ever need. Wild animals! Flowers scenting the air in plethora of aromas And don’t forget, under […]
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A blank space.
Watch me lose bits of myself for you.. As I give all that I am for you To be And slowly fade away like letters inked on a piece of paper soaked in tender tears bleeding away a little thinner an outline a barely perceptible shadow And then, only a faint sense of Absence. A […]
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Abyss of Beauty
So in love with yourself, you wonder how can you ever get things done. Forever gazing into each other’s endless abyss of beauty. Entranced in deep rapture, each ensnaring the other. In their separation they are truly one and the same, singing melodies heart achingly beautiful, to the brim with soft, thick, sweet syrupy nectar […]
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Paper thin skin.
We want steel cut skin The kind that don’t feel Efficiency above all else Ignore our essence Oh, if we did embrace.. our soft paper thin skin. Our sensitivities.. like puffs of cotton seeds floating with only the softest sigh of warm Spring.. How much more in tune we would be to each other Nature […]
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To sing my Song
I left my strings unplucked, deadened and silenced grown stiff with disuse. They grated and screeched if forced or squeaked a little pitch. Sometimes, in moments when I forget myself, a forgotten tune, I hear. Beautiful yet plaintive I wished to claim it for myself But, it is beyond my little self. Oh, how desperately […]
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Graveyard
Headstones covered in mists, smell of wet Earth blanketing the dead. Do I hear their whispers left behind? Rustle of leaves Sighs of the wind Oh, you who have gone before me, What mysteries do you see? Across the edge of the known world I yearn to follow a gnawing hunger for the unknowable, for eternity, […]
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Crack
A marionette daughter, perfectly coiffed hair as her mother likes, dressed in red to be seen and adored. Eyes cast down, bowing to father, smile not too wide, not too small, talk not too loud, not too low, walk quietly, no running or mucking about. Obedient and muted, a doll for the dress up, for […]
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Window
Sunlit smile beaming through the open Window cool Breeze fluttering through the curtains, bashful like a veiled bride. Sensual perfume filled the air. I feel her threading between these fingers, whispering by these ears. Don’t be shy, I say Slip between this breast Speak through these eyes, these lips.. with every twist of this body, […]
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Tattered Corners
The tattered corners of herself blown away to faraway places, places only heard in desolate echoes. She sings a dirge as she trudges along the jagged edges of the world, into the yawning chasms, collecting the bloodied and shredded scraps of herself. With tears washing the blood clear, She sews herself piece by piece, skin […]
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