04/12/2020
Under silent, moonlit skies
we’ve one too many names.
You and I –we may not rhyme–
but we’re poetry all the same.
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02/13/2020
For long I’ve wandered
And far I’ve gone
A few miles yonder
Through “Once Upon”s
I’ve scribbled a many
I’ve written a few
Seeking for change
And something new
Yet here I am
Back where I started
I find myself standing
Right where I departed
But all the wiser
I have realized
I can’t repaint poetry
I can’t desert my rhymes
For my soul is wildly tainted
With my very own divine
I may not be the finest poet
But my poetry is mine.
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01/12/2020
…
Of those that were there
But have never existed
Of those that were real
But were never true
Of those that were once
But were totally forgotten
Of those that were lovely
But were never for you
Of those that sparked
But never ignited
Of those full of wonders
But far too unknown
Of those you were sure of
But were never certain
Of those that bring fire
But are cold as stone
I’m scared...
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01/02/2020
She lives…
the words she cannot breathe
the tears she had to keep
the poetry she cannot write
the silent battles overnight
the loud noises in her head
the monsters underneath her bed
the never changing absolutes
the frosty warmth of solitude
And she lives.
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01/24/2020
My thoughts were raging.
But gentle was your warmth that
calmed all my quiet.
For quiet was my journey
and I was drifting alone.
’twas disengaging,
suffocating, spiraling.
And then you heard me.
Carefully you reached for me;
you held me and I was home.
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12/30/2019
One way
Two steps
It’s a one in a million shot
One chance
Three seconds
And a few more hundred thoughts
One word
Four takes
A thousand and one times
One glance
Five heartbeats
And “Hello” was our finest rhyme
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09/08/2019
There’s no escaping the absolute
But not all battles have to be fought
You’re more than just a destitute
You’re more than just an afterthought
You’re more than just an afterthought.
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10/07/2019
And each smile a heartache
For each memory a tear
Of all beautiful mundane
It is love that she fears
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11/27/2019
phosphene-flooded lights
and sweet petrichor lead me
straight to your solace
where we’re limitless
dancing to the melodies
in all rhythmic grace
for days are endless
as nights are never fading
and time slumbers deep
when fate tells of us
and all of the memories
that our promise keeps
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And when morrow doesn’t come
I’ll reach for you…
Somewhere far across-
along the winded roads
where it all began.
Somewhere deep within
the history of those
that’re yet to come.
I’ll search for you-
If morrow doesn’t come,
I’ll search for you.
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