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muscle memory
When you are talking, everything blurs but my awareness of how beautiful you are. The words float soundlessly and your skin is very loud. It calls to me, asks things of me. Your body wants to cry and does. You say you're hardly touched. You touch me. -
Vernacular
poetry
to no one in particular
welcome
to this inner population
don't you love the local color
what culture!
we are manyfold
come see us
the horrible accordions
off tune but somehow
beautiful
we'll steal your heart
pump it with new music
you'll forget
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Thawing
Circling, circling
The sense, since
Then. Of the arctic circle
How long have we been frozen
How long did/were we
Like this, unopened
Circling, still circling
And moving towards the center
To the place we fear to enter
And feelings are like glass
Tears unflowing rivers
Stagnant, saddened blood
Pass
Past.
But here we are
Each cell and self
A shaking leaf
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I am here
I'm sorry.
I am sorry you are hurting.
Can I hold you?
There is no one here but us.
Said me, to I
And the little one who learned
We are only safe inside
Outside, lies, lies
Here our mind grows wings
And flies, flies
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Multi tasking
Walt Whitman said that we contradict ourselves because we contain multitudes. Some parts are so painful. But i try to be a better friend to me, and listen
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vague
I have quieted
this sea of words,
fighting and so
deeply buried.
I remember her, but she is just a dream
Somewhere, someplace.
Can you tell me where?
Why is there so much sadness here?
surprised to hear
a loudness and a chaos
that she thought was clear.
turns out
the parasite
that she relied on most,
was simply fear.
softness bubbling over
upfront,
confront.
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Twin flames
ruining enriching
I'll leave that draft up. It was the last entry I began and I find it interesting in light of recent times.
ruining, enriching? yes. funny. how past and current humor overlaps. takes new face.
I am in a place. Of openness, and strange delights. My words have spilled everywhere, and I am blind.
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Sobriety
I want to smash the stagnancy
of "just ok."
Don't want a life just passing through
overslept,
eyes closed to.
Stuffed animal
losing contents
context.
Woke up wanting to roar
and did.
Each minute breathing
feeling, is less more?
counting rhythms, rhymes
dial tones.
Find me this,
beyond the smoke
this world
we breathe
and its movie of the week
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Shuffling the Deck
Still letting You, old patterns,
taking faces of old loves,
Go.
So go.
Came across this poem and it moved me.
"For Jane"
Charles Bukowski
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
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Lava
How momentous
Love, that reaches so far into and beyond
the boundaries fall and crash.
cellular, insular
sweet seas,
oh.
It would seem I am talking about a someone
or a something
but love flourishes from an inside spring.
Will anyone ever know the mystery of you,
of me?
Of course
not.
you wouldn't want there to be
you will not satisfy that
from which you drink
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