I can feel it coming
A formless tide
Grinding past defenses grown weak
Burned up by stress and hope
Beautiful Sky serves only as counterpoint
A reminder that others feel joy
and here I am
Broken and breaking
poetry
Unintentional consequences
I talk in walls of text
in missives sent when my mind tries to make order from chaos
when this energy bubbles up inside of me
looking for a way out
I talk in walls of text
trying to make my ideas plain
but in so doing
make them complicated
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Three of the same thing
Two truths and a lie
I’ll believe all three
I’ve lost
whatever ability I had
to discern fact
Two truths and a lie
Just fill me
I’m lost in the dreams
I lack
Two truths and a lie
It all runs together
There’s no truth
That will bring me back
No lie that will hold me
As promised
Forever
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A voice speaks but I can’t make out the words
She flows home, a night wind gathering strength
Addicted to the words of a stranger on the wind
Dragon roads and fang
Silence bangs abrupt
Feeling like I’ve been in this moment
Waiting again
For all hopes to end
Last silence
Before the fall
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Stage lights
Our pasts are glittering stages filled with blood and shadows, bright lights Illuminating the lowlights and the high
Pretty as you were
An allure most sweet
It’s who you are now
Who drives my mind to flight
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Poetry month ~ Fin
Poetry month is thankfully over and what I learned is that 4 poems a day is too many fucking poems. I think 3 a day is the sweet spot. Sometimes 4 was doable and sometimes I was scraping out my brain for anything to write about.
Like anything, it can be taken too far and 4 was immensely difficult. And I don’t know how many of them were actually good.
Anyone want to comment which one they liked most from the month?
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Midnight breakfast
Heartache’s luxury breathes where lights burn
the thick smell of pancakes and fresh blueberries
passion wakes but all was lost ere it started
words falter in the debate of will or won’t
A mad dash for someone to hold
and lost amidst the jasmine
soft smells of resin and yellow pollen
waiting
unable to speak.
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Lost composure
Drunk on light
Barely aware
Slipping away
Hoping for…
Something
Waiting for…
Unknown
Working towards…
Nothing
And the barren notes of a silent Symphony
Crash
I am buried
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Dreams ending
Life drains away
Second become minutes
The slow torrent becomes
Drip
…drip
……drip
Last light before the fade
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Alchemy of heartache
To tell a story about breathing
About air filling lungs
About not thinking about you
About not dreaming about you
Only this pressure building
From within to without
Exhale
Expel it out
But lead sits heavy
All the things I cannot say
Because I wait
Pelgris 