Tag: Lovers

Poetry · Writing

Golden Gaze

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“this one’s for you”

everyone returned to their seats

in a ballroom where oak

holds each couple tight.

“work is good right now, thanks”

“i love that jacket on you, brings out your eyes”

“oh my god, i hope i didn’t leave the stove on”

“te quiero”

“you look, incredible”

“do you have my phone”

lively

humming chatter

towards a vacant

grand piano.

polished white ivories

smooth to the finger tips

playful dance transversely

key in keys

& harmony of jabber.

band in matching suits

brass and strings

awaiting.

sea of eyes

dressed to the nines

vases of filled roases

one for each pair of oak

jam-packed waiters, eaters

lovers.

the couples:

hands in her lap giggling

a single man looking back

staring at their phones

watching the band

sharing a kiss

red turning conversation

holding hands over their cleared oak.

then her.

stunning gold dress to her ankles

bright rose lipstick

long wavy raven hair

never leaving

his

jubilant gaze

before the first

of many

notes.

Poetry · Writing

fixative

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i only shot photos

in black & white

color escapes my canvas;

stellar collapsed bridges

leading to sinking cites

hills brushed by a gray breeze

& dying trees.

until-

a night at the Exchange

monochrome strobe

smoke & rays

then you;

silky cardinal dress,

polished amber hair,

eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon.

now in my darkroom’s ruby glow,

your colors bloom, a permanent print

the hills await a hinted tint,

the grayscale world begins to show

a spectrum lurking, longing within

i see them now, i see them now-

your cardinal, amber, royal light

exposing all my endless nights.

Poetry · Writing

ebb

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he watched the sunset;

waves crashed against the unaware pier

clouds parted around the waning crescent

drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger.

he watched the sunrise;

the waves carried him out-

seagulls called to the morning fishermen

salt and litter crawled around his ears

waves crashed against the unaware pier

Poetry · Writing

open balcony

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day of our showcase

pants hemmed the night before

shirt pressed the night before

day of our showcase

up bright and early;

birds chirped a fresh melody-

a duet-

can’t deny their chemistry-

Juliet.

night of our showcase

must have gotten lost the morning of

changed your mind the morning of

night of our showcase

down, late and groggy;

the foggy night swings-

memory of a duet-

marionette’s heartstrings-

where have you gone, juliet.

Poetry · Writing

march 28th 2022

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it was the night before;

the one you left in your rear view

driving 210 down main

but never went that fast for her.

memories are a crazy thing

one day they’re dreams

the next, nightmare

dread the night.

it was the week before;

like it was yesterday

tail lights chasing

fleeing

from a fear:

fear of leaving more bodies

alive dead npc

didn’t matter;

that life was messy-

-people got hurt,

-wake up.

this is real life,

it was only yesterd-

-that was three years ago

-this is real life,

-wake up.

Poetry · Writing

Camp Wednesday

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like a pitched tent-

we hide away:

can hear see smell taste the world

but they can’t touch what we have-

–

around a camp fire, we tell stories

snacks and a heap of pillows

lip service is on the clock

& weeks worth of sleep in an afternoon

–

i like to tell jokes

& you’re so beautiful when you laugh

you know what i like

such a good girl.

–

you’re different out there

& so am i

but here- we are one in the same

a founding titan

Poetry · Writing

poetry

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mostly, i loved the editing.

looking at someone’s work

their body their life their soul- in my hands.

& they left wanted me to look after it

like a mother leaving their child for daycare

to be picked up

their sophomore year, changed, scared-

will they love the choices they made?

the hearts they broke, they may never know

but i do-

i was there for everything,

but don’t worry ms. worthy.

i think they’re ready for the world

Poetry · Writing

Clint E.

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i use to wr-

i use to post a lot, small moments

covered in a scarf

or bundles of blankets

like a timeline of me.

& somewhere along the way

i started to take in

this negativity that spawned:

some from these memories

from the dread of time

the doubt i have over these dreams.

more input then

i could process

all the good the bad and the ugly.

if everything was put into a blender

mashed, spewed out of a topless container

caught in all of my gears

along my side

locked up

& eventually

my audience lost interest in my work-

myself.

so now

high noon

moon beaming down like a spotlight.

crisp evening air blows through a chipped scarf down to these worn denim.

whistles of a challenger:

matching gray python boots and pistol

all that’s left is a trail of smoke and an eye meeting mine.

he whispers, “Every gun makes its own tune”.

Poetry · Writing

untitled 24

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hated the way we left that place

shredded into bits in an open can

cigarette ash

half emptied bottles

and a couple of new years hats:

they were home made,

blue and pink glitter

baby announcement decertations

unused still in the box

plastic top hats

from a younger time

in a box labeled ‘memories’,

new headwear acquired;

and we toasted

to a place

a new place

more fabulous

than these hats.