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Three Poems:
An Oath to a Dying Mentality
naked and confused
I wander around my cell
thinking hopeless
lost in cloudy skies.
you wonder when this haze will disperse
I won’t admit what’s happening
young deaths deliver beauty
and senseless irony
to dreams we do descend
another place where I can live awkward pain
and realize every ambition false
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Stories from the Future of a Small Town
One day, this faded memory will return,
more by a roulette spin than purpose.
Will we live to be the giants we imagined?
I can only assume that out of sight is out of mind.
I.
Have we already forgotten we were misfits?
Have we already surpassed loneliness?
The fire that burned between our lips seems extinguished.
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The Forgetting Waltz
Hands in a circle, firmly gripping
I sit in the center, though
I might as well be underground
These shared experiences seem so foreign;
placed at the head of class,
I am alone.
I search for you in this crowd,
blocked by optimism, nostalgia, love.
Where did you go?
I only ask for future tense.
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This Perspective
I wake up
in a pool of my own blood
and I can’t sew up my old scars.
Through a hole in the ceiling,
I’m climbing to a better place.
It’s only a better view
of what I’m leaving behind.
So let me pack my things
and get out of here,
I’ve been planning to break out alive.
This feels like the best way out.
Up here, I’m so filled with smoke,
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Masterpiece
Once, I put pencil to paper
and recalled your shape
so perfect
and I made you a masterpiece.
From every curve came a story,
sensuous and intoxicating
and I traced them with my eyes,
and then saw them with my hands.
I laid you on a canvas
and colored in your skin,
those rosy cheeks and pale eyes.
You walked out of my ( Read more... ) -
This Rusty Monument
I can never say your name correctly,
and you wish you had never met me,
though harmless, I can be such a threat.
It was in the morning, ever after,
I was hanging from the rafters,
repeating all the words that I regret.
Through the door now walks a stranger,
subtle suited and endangered,
and I ask you, quite sincerely, if we’d met.
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A Song for You
Tonight, I’m writing for my life
so that I can redefine
everything about me.
I want to be a pretty song
written by a girl who knows me.
I want to be a photograph
of rolling hills and an intersecting sunset
above a river by a beach.
I want to be an autumn leaf
held delicately between your fingertips.
I want to be the reflection in your eyes,
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A Day in Transit
Of course I had my hand on that clock
like a judge calling order,
stepping through routines like memories
and cursing those at the top of the steps.
I let a white dove fly,
eaten by the snake around my neck.
Alone and unbecoming, I tried to explain life
but words fell like feathers on my own deaf ears.
Try to catch me, I ask you,
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Life, Flames, and Silence
Maybe it’s like trying to see faces in smoke,
looking for existence in something that can’t be.
Always fire in darkness,
wondering who’s there in the night sky
and playing with that flint.
The silence is more beautiful than music
under that charred blanket
where we wonder what loneliness is.
Life is unanswerable,
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Fables
I wonder where you hear this story,
drunk and indisposed,
lacking goodwill and sincerity.
In a most amiable fashion I gave you:
*my pitiless heart
*the curse of decadence
*a flask of hope
but I’m sure you always planned on
returning the favor to me some day.
I just hope the day comes before you forget it.
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