Poet
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I curl around A form, that steps around The rocks, that shelter Her beginning to be hidden. Love leaves soft trails On the path so unspoken Beneath her sighing lips. I want to say That the world was without you, Though, you came Without pain. Could you kiss? Could you melt Like candles that have…
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Without me, in arms, I bleed only reflection. The memory of a forsaken vow To the embodiment of now. The world has deceit Rising in reverse Angles, made to mangle Our eyes, to our very feet. Love is a triangle, An emotion without circles. Blood rises, to then fall Down to the distant call. I…
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Since May 6th, 2019, I have begun writing an almost endless stream of poetry on this blog. I have now compiled 924 poems, not including the 164 drafts to poetry I didn’t finish. Minus the 54 poems that I am having published through a local publishing house, I have 870 poems that will still need…
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It is that My eyes have only ever cried For you Under the haze of a dying sun’s Weathering flame. The sadness Will show me gladness, Will lead me straight Into your fragile hold That I can match myself. We are two broken figures Finding balance With our feet upon the snow. We are cripples…
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She knelt in the fog, Hoping for elsewhere To take her somewhere, Anywhere, But here. Her curls lifted From the surrounded shade About her forehead, Auburn in each strand, Loosened by each tress. She fled, While she bled, Soon as she lifted Herself, to see the moon. All of love Deprived, from her, From the…
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Round your hips, My arms enclose. Across your lips, My words unfold. You have been lost for many miles Of unspoken loneliness, Dreaming of watching eagles To gift your freedom. You lose To then gain A symptom of unguarded pain. Passion can alight All of us In our waking from an extended nightmare. Fires can…
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How wild your locks stream Within the wilderness of your screams. Tree limbs brace for the weather Of your forgotten forever. You have tears running Like when the sky cries. You falter in your own storm, You tear down walls too high for you, You ruin yourself in the buildings received with stones. You are…
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Who bleeds for me, To who forgets me? Who causes themselves to decline To my level? Who waits for me While I dine on ashes? There is a pebble To be hurled into a lake. There is tall grass Where there is fire to burn it. I seem to have leaked A tear to cross…
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The man in me Is beginning to wane. He sees his own grave As more attractive Than where he could be saved. The mind of me Is losing its affection For something sane. The waves About him, look so grim. Pull back your mask, I say to my reflection. Seal yourself, with a hollow lock…
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Let loose your trail To never curve. You have smoothness running over the mountains, With rapidity over the lakes, While winds move straight. I see danger for its miles, Though you’ll walk forward To the snowy hills. Your arms will spill The radiance by the light of the sun, For me to follow, For me…
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Call yourself The angel without wings, The preacher without a church, The savior without a crown, Though will you perish For the world, in how it has languished? You lack What you can bring back To hearts without their fire, To hearts Without higher Feelings full of erupting pleasure. My friend, in your feebleness, Please…
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Lift your sleeping self To the rising sun Baring a light upon your forehead, In the stillness of your heart’s death. I wash light, Like I wash your arms. I waste light, Like I waste dinnertime kisses. All I taste is the bitterness Of iron Upon the tracks that race the train Towards the extended…
