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it’s quiet now that i’ve opened my eyes
i closed my heartand it hurt me to do a thingnoise banginglike rockshitting glass inside my head,like rivers river-ing in ragei envy those hillswith bee-buzzing blankets ofseedy dandelionseverybody is screaming at methe world is in its blackest hourand i bet … Continue reading
im not good at love poems
all I know is that if i could do it again, I would ask God to make me like the air you breathe so I can be around you through you for all time.
even if
I’d want to know who you are even if we were strangers. I’d want to give you my first kiss. I’d wait a day past forever even if.
Posted in Poetry, Thoughts, writing
Tagged love poem, poem, Poetry, short poem, spilled ink
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conversations we had
all in my head i thought you said ‘i love you’ instead what you really said is ‘i need you’ needs aren’t wants and neither is close to love which is a feeling undetermined by the brain solely powered by … Continue reading
in the Water is where we stand
Ye have no faith No weight to carry Ye cannot walk on Water He said And told you a lie Told you some stories About what Faith is My mother said She said If Water is where you stand Fold … Continue reading
voicemail
You have one new message. First message: ….You didn’t answer your phone….what’s up with that? …. End of new messages. Message erased. Thank you, and goodbye.
Posted in Poetry, writing
Tagged based on a true story, friday funnies, Poetry, random, voicemail
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get out of your house
Get out of your neighborhood. Get out of your town. Get out of your state. Get out of your country. Go out of this world.
shake rattle boom
if these walls told stories they’d be crying tear me apart! fussin’ about the lies he told back when it mattered- won’t change the fact that now- baby’s shredding the inner parts of my ear- it’s ringing- ringing like that … Continue reading
the moon don’t dance
Gravity. Things fall.It isn’t a dance, you see.No, it is a law.
Posted in Dreams, Poetry, writing
Tagged haiku, haiku poem, poem, Poetry, the moon, tuesday
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there’s an old saying that when we go fishing we pull up strings
at the ends, we won’t know where we’d been led or exactly where to go. to be trussed and knotted lines of our pasts be forgotten or whirling in fish traps tangled in waves as the sea slaps, we can’t … Continue reading
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