Black hue against a constant blue
you choke the day and wait for the end
The sun is forced to retreat as you stalk the stars and call them out to play
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You never did ask if I was ready to wake
Month: December 2017
Falling
UncategorizedI have become deaf
for I cannot hear the rain anymore
the way it changes ever so slightly
with every drop that hits the floor
I miss the symphony falling
with every rhythm of my step
as though the world walked with me
to every unknown depth
Spirit
UncategorizedNothing can relinquish my infinite fire
that some might often mistake for snow
Friendly Fire
UncategorizedIt is amazing how quickly confidence dies
on the edge of a word
or a co-workers sigh
there is a concealed knife behind every curve
that forms on the edge of a mouth
a deceitful grin to draw you in
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The daily battle is not drawn for me
and yet I find myself ahead of the regiment
shoeless
my hands with no arms to bare
for I gave up weapons long ago
when I lunged forward to find a sword through my feet
and a gun under my chin
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And so
still, I fall for the liar’s grin
that calls me friend
and reels me in again
Depth
UncategorizedI am so deep
that if you were to fall into me
you would fall for hours
through the night sky
one littered with dead light
from stars long past
and when you finally land
you will find mountains of tinsel
and me of many ages
smelling it so furiously
my nose begins to bleed
I knew I was a Poet
UncategorizedI knew I was a poet
when I wrote poems without a pen
when I woke from the darkness
and turned on the light
to scribe the stanzas that would not let me sleep
and stomped about my mind
Surreal
UncategorizedI am a complicated scribble
made with the precision of a first graders hand
The Constant Critic
UncategorizedYou don’t know how your words
move into my bones
making themselves a home of magnets
piled on
one-by-one
snapping me to the floor
with every whip of your tongue
Day & Night
UncategorizedHow sad the Sun and Moon can seem
when you know that they are lovers
born to separate skies
Size
Uncategorized
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I sit in the corner of my bedroom
knees clasped firmly against my chest
asking myself why I’m so afraid to be small
~
When I wander around the city
and see skyscrapers rise
I consider how small we all are
and wonder why we try so hard to be big
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