Poetry (words)

Monday

Too tired to write anything worth writing or reading. Long day. Went to the pub after work…..probably shouldn’t have…..
It is what it is. 

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This life in me


You’re the artist in my heart the thread that pulls the seams apart and sets it free this life in me. 

You’re the leaf from every tree that fills the path in front of me, you ease my mind when life’s unkind. 

You’re my walk in the moonlit wood the nighttime air never felt this good before, with you I’m sure. 

You’re the safety net I feel when I take my hands off of the wheel. You’re everywhere, when my heart’s laid bare. 

All these words come from a memory from a place I used to be before, but they’re still true and still for you.

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Spores

Sunday morning melancholia oozing from my pores. Pouring from my fingertips like a billion ink filled spores. 

This desire to spill emotions onto the blank white page. Like the urge of the wild bird incarcerated in a cage. 

Untangling the tangled, these puzzles in my heart. Never knowing where they’re going or why they ever start. 

But start they do and I’ll see it through until the words run dry. I’m not here to find the answers, just the reasons why. 

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I’m not alone. 


I breathed in, trod gently and never took for granted the treasures I have. How the land underfoot carries me, without charge nor question. In return I respect what I’ve been given. The oceans of nature, the sunshine on my skin. I understood the difference between necessity and greed and although I’ve had blinkered moments I still see the outcome of doing the right thing. 

If I could go back I’d change the few regrets I have, but I think having those keeps perspective on my fragility. Sometimes it’s a good thing to understand that invinciblity is for comic books. Flaws and insecurities keep us human.  

The branches scratch against my windows, a constant reminder of nature and humanity colliding. Kinder paths are needed to survive this world. Anarchy in the gentlest of hands is a beautiful pairing. How someone who sees beyond the repetition of a tv screen can possibly save the world. The best lessons in life are those we teach ourselves, learning the wonder of what we have before it’s gone. 

I’m not alone. 

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I don’t 

It would be the cruelest thing to do. For me to kiss his skin and imagine that he’s you. To feel his fingertips while I’m still aching for your lips. So I don’t. 

I stand clear, like a frightened child.  I close my eyes and  see you still driving me wild. Every glance I decline.  Every word is a thrill down my spine. So I don’t. 

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Rocks

I’ve been drilling at this rock for far too long. Trying to say how I feel through the lyrics of a song, but it’s all here. Loud and clear. 

There’s love and atonement in these lines. Let it be a testament to everything that shines. Or shone, there is no right or wrong.  

As you go don’t erase someone who lit up all your days. From conversations to that first kiss, be thankful you know bliss. 

A whole year has passed since those first sparks. They still run through me your iridescent watermarks. 

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Yesterday 


Yesterday a poet stole my heart. Reached right inside my chest and ripped it clean apart. 

Yesterday a poet touched my soul. Walked right through me and left me less than whole. 

Yesterday a poet filled my mind. With spite and bitterness and everything unkind. 

Yesterday a poet kissed my lips. Took away my peaceful smile with the sweetest fingertips. 

Today a poet wrote these lines. Moving along so cautiously in search of peaceful times. 

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