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Category: Poetry

waking

  up in the morning before the sun rises      too early too fucking early lately it seems unwilling to disperse clouds covering this ravaged land in wet blankets […]

Chipped paint

beside the chipped paint of this aged 
mansion a bird the 
size of...

Again

I know you. I have always known you.

One Morning

it is 5 a.m. the dark room is still the air is sweet with you

Dance

...the shadow of my youth, in a form that never was, dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell i occupy so briefly...

(Im)Purity

"Oh Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet." - Saint Augustine No, not yet, not today Today I want to take you in my arms and plant kisses of fire on your neck

So many walls

Every time I think I’ve smashed them all I find another fortress

Loved

One Soul Shared across the endless miles of unknown

Find Me

Find me! Find me where you left me Where you found me before On the side of a trail Near a lake Under the stars In a field On a […]

Robes

From first kisses Last losses Lost moments Stolen time Wasted hours Cherished memories Hand holding Nights alone Days that never end From laughter And pain And sorrow And love From […]