Tag: Loss

Poetry · Writing

jungle book:’

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it’s raining;

a week of it or so

nothing stronger then the fire

you left and now everything is gunfire,

rounds in my captivity

less and less full activity;

the rain came and it was already a jungle

beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains-

i needed your sun

and the beast came

howling at night

hunting during the day

lay away pathway waste in a day

mayday – mayday

wish we could find the boat that day in may

and sail back, to an island

leave this jungle-

the rain washed away the map

in branches hiding from monsters

looking at the sky

hoping for a pause

looking at the sky

 

Poetry · Writing

blender

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it swirls inside me

nothing i can do;

locked in a room and nothing but a light-

hearing the blade swinging round and round

a powerful swosh like top of nike hill

falling;

shaking with floating pieces of a being

i can’t make out

and everything goes black-

falling to pieces breaking bread with an unknown substance

racing the floor punishing like grapes meant to be wine

it’s not fine the blade has spoken

a mango blast

a tango last

Poetry · Writing

the miner

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i challenged you;

further then i should have

the cracks are showing and your hair is thin

and i blame myself.

never told you when to stop

showed you how to quit

just a brick and a pedal,

and i only watched.

i should have asked what you were thinking;

what was the miner doing in the deepest part of your thoughts

was it gold he was finding or coal

but seeing your eyes i know what he was finding.

your hands were clean

yet your body ran red

the miner never quit

and you payed the price

and i blame myself.

i could have stopped you

maybe saved you-

now i search the miners left in the dark

the miners left in the dark

Poetry · Writing

miscellaneous drawer

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i’ll

find it in that third drawer from the left;

the miscellaneous drawer,

a ring (emerald) a pokemon card(hypno) candy rapper(snickers)

a day shoved away third from the left left to waste

a chase on a tuesday night wrinkled in time a page on a scrapbook for any wary traveler

to find:

brake light on third street dealing gambits and starting three like a warrior

marry her on the third street only put her to sleep not acting herself

to end up third to the left

found third to the left

to the left

Poetry · Writing

lonely chamber

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i believe you only get one

one real shot

at changing the way the world spins;

so will wait

finger on the trigger

eyes pierced into a lens

sweat falling off my brow

ancy as fuck

watching the fire;

knowing there is only one in the chamber-

it won’t come back i’m not ms. jolie

so i have to make this count-

this world wasn’t meant to spin

counter clockwise

Poetry · Writing

witch before time

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hard to picture time before you-

where the sky fell before the earth

where did people drown in sorrow before tears

and before wells carried life

before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;

the son- before the earth

i see an island with a single tree

a flag with a crab

and a witch

cooking a dinner for two

alone

Poetry · Writing

program: one way

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just a program

tied hands and a panel for a face,

booted,

running

running

smashed escape until deleted

mind sweeper;

facebook for two hours

kayla got a puppy

that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler

like, it was totally awesome

running

running,

buzzfeed quizes

i am the king of the north

micheal jordan

micheal scott

moon walkin’ skywalkin’

running,

and it’s black-

reminded the processor exist at your will

the fan comes to a swirling halt

and it’s quiet

Poetry · Writing

seventh club

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the experience breaks fear-

found the experience at the tip of a card

now knives break against my skin

folding full houses and straights down the drain

but my knees still shake in the rain

quivering at the memories

traded for guilt

measured in nightmares,

at the tip of the card was a jack,

and now inside this club

try to scrub this sleep clean

before the fear breaks loose