I look to you as succor to my pain
For who am I but yours
Though discarded on distant shores
Made weird and glimmer
Sounds filter through memory
Like the distant slow ringing of bells
But to you is where my thoughts turn
Fools to seek what was lost
A drowning and drunk dream
Waking
Knowing only the cracks as it comes
Crashing down
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They say that a creature of silence is the most beautiful.
Or is it, merely, that their silence shows a reflection that is pleasing.
That the speaker sees the silence as reflection
But silence is a deep well.
And those that are silent may instead be drowning in their own words.
And so are silent.
Or in obverse
drink your words like ambrosia
bereft of their own to speak truths
Instead your truths become theirs.
Or creep like a shadow following prey.
In silence, simply wait.
Silence consumes.
Self, speaker, or prey.
Silence
that darkling draw
like a fire
Burning away the mists.
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Continental drift
Wake in me this desire
A step out of bounds
A step beyond reason
Rein in
Say no
Or choose
And reel in
Either way I’ll comply
Boundaries tried and tested
It’s no small feat
To know what lines not to cross
Sometimes we never know until it’s a
Step
Too far
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Softly murmurs whisper
If I am to be shadow, let me also be light
Foundling amongst gravestones
Sorter and sorted
A lost voice wandering
A world not meant for sages
Decried madness
Torrent truth
Wreaks havoc without regard
Bring me to your mouth in hunger
I will sate you
As a thousand souls before have supped
Kindle light in the burning darkness
Know me for the home unsought
Nevertheless
Found
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Holding a breath
Still
Heat drapes
As in finery
The blank thrust of empty sky
Filling blue
A bowl of promises
Left unfulfilled
Time slows
Possibilities die
My hand reaches out
Wondering
Words ground down smooth
And all that
Was
Lays
Still
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Gentle breeze in the silent storm
Are you not
This thing
that dances
in the heat
Driven snow
A minute
A moment
A mote
Sent round
In simple touch
In gentle care
Sent round
In rough hands
And soft sighs
Just a fading
Remembrance
In the soft grass
In the soft lines
Of a hope shorn
Lined face
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Slipping on a well worn coat
I hate feeling this when I should be elated
crushed and confused and possibly hated
so tired of being vulnerable
when all I want is you
I’m the dreamer and the dream
translucent, falling through my self
screaming in chaos, in silence
spinning my fictions for a heart well broken
waiting to hear
“now”
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Sound carries
a broken memory
spins at the edge of my heart
cutting away pieces
saying what might have been
blood spilling from mouth
so bound up
in the screaming of my heart
I barely hear you say hello
Please
Speak louder
I want to hear you
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What sleeps may dream
Give this wavering line
This movement of sand
This sharp
This soft latex
Breathing in like summer wine
Summer dies in slow gasps
While winter builds piece on piece
Tell me your thoughts
Invite me into your memory
Summer shudders
Winter takes its first step
Take my hand
And dance
….
And wake
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Moving forward, with hope, knowing it will come to nothing
I want that look in your eyes
That look of speculation
That says “I wonder.”
Of course
I want so much more than a look
Pelgris 