Tag: poet
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Nothing that mimics
nothing, empty, I thought how odd it is thateveryone else has smiles, tears, and something called cares, except I. My little self sat there mimicking the upturned and downturned corners of the lips, mimicked their sound of laughter their arms in kindness and meanness, mimicked their strides, their speech, the silent and the stresses, their…
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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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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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Steps on the pathless
These feet move of their own accord tracing out its path Where do you go? “I know not,” I say, confused “There is nothing before me.” Why do you go? seeing no further than the tips of my toes, I whisper, “I do not, I’ve simply been carried.” Carried where? “Ever into the unknown.” so…
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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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Flowing Cups
I drink deep from your endless flowing cups, blood rivers from your hearts deep with no end, from your milking breasts streaming freely, and still I drink deeply and will forevermore till I spill over Streaming from my breasts between my legs my veins, my cup flowing through the cracks and ravines ceaselessly.. Still I…
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