Tag: Poetry
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Into the woods
I walk into the woods one night, into the woods where I know well what lurks its depths, what slithers its floors what gnaws its bones, what feasts its flesh. But, I won’t fault the woods, it is bound and we unbound still wear the forked tongue, the canines sharp, the hard shell skin deep.…
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Picture scrambled.
You don’t know how to wear yourself, how to arrange your bones and skin, how to shape your features around them. You just watch them and arrange, rearrange, try and try and try to see what fits. Nothing does, nothing ever did, yet you try. A million pieces arranged in a million more till you are left…
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The one I let go of
Look at me, I have little to give you for I, have given so little to myself, but the one gold nugget I entrust to you, brother Etched on it are words, words that will save you, when all has forsaken you. Listen close, though you may not remember Listen, when all is dark and…
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Grape lips speak.
Morning sunshine slant through the window panes birds twitter about a gossip from last night’s grapevine. Who say, fell prey to such a bite?! A lone little worm fallen from grace, shunned for daring to defy moss-covered rocks in the wake of a– thunderstorm.
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The cage that you Keep.
When the maws of the trap spring up around you limbs pull in closer, tighter around your chest, guarding, suffocating mute hopelessness in a ball stricken into shaky breaths vacillating between, a quick death or black rage, knuckles bloodied on the irons All in a split, stiff— …Move Move… inch one toe forward, one foot…
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Rage for her brother.
They, are not your possession to mold They, are from you but not, of you Their shoulders don’t carry your sins Their feet don’t carry your legacy Their eyes chart their own paths between the night stars Their hearts soar through clouds of their own shaping They, are not chained by blood or barbed words…
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Love on a carrot stick.
She had eyes like the night skies The milky way around her center Oh! She sang-sang with the swing of her feet The stars falling with her wishes. Her taps soon beat with her father’s Lost she was to his. His name her last The spell cast her mother held strong jingling bells to a story…
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When white splits.
Come upstairs, love I am sorry, I— pushed you down. Come upstairs and paint me I have hung around white clouds… …for so long Come upstairs and rampage! Split them red, pink, purple and gold Rainbow is your palette Soak up the blotting paper blank too long. Oh! The beat, of these splashes so gorgeous…
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Who speaks?
The dandelion don’t make wishes The leaves shudder like rattlesnakes The clouds shape is anything but Does the river move forward or backward?
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Glazed heart
Addicted to this, hazy dream– tension across the too, quick tempered glass. My little buckled heels, chips a little off the surface. Oh, the gingerly placed steps hold tenderly the blush glass. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’ she tremors, but the cracks are a little, wider She shut her eyes. Oh, she shut her eyes over…
MindWraith 