Tag: Past

Poetry · Writing

silence of the lambs

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i don’t remember

what it was before

now;

chances are somethings were the same

just nothing that mattered.

i remember thinking

back then,

that i deserved what i got

if you didn’t work for it

like really work for it

than it wasn’t for you;

just not everyone gives equally

keeping you in the bottom of a well

to be mocked

to be trashed

to be reminded that they have you on a leash

and they control the slack.

i remember thinking

that those days

those days

were a peak.

they bury

you,

whether you’re out

sinking

or digging

that well isn’t for you

Poetry · Writing

heart to heart

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you dropped the ball

you missed an opportunity

she was reaching out

but you seemed

distracted

like you didn’t give a shit;

two frames and no pictures

math without numbers

paper without desk

water with frogs without lilies;

can only swim in cold water

long enough to take two breathes

not to waste on insincere feelings

Poetry · Writing

v1 passion v2

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dream chasing;

not to be confused by having-

the purity of the air

is the difference between the chase,

the stamp of this art,

the corner carved on this medium

to last, to make a tiny smile – last.

the closer to the earth

the field is littered with bodies

looking for a scrap of metal

the same metal

ambition of bones

stealing a penny from lenny

never for the many

just to save a twenty

Poetry · Writing

Leon

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a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

den of 2013

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the scoreboard is still up

broken down over the years

it has been awhile

you’ve been hiding

i know you’re still kicking

i can see the fog like breath from your den

i can smell it;

old stained blood eyes

you must be waiting for my back to turn

but i am done with you

i know you will stay

but that was our last bout

this won’t be about

you anymore

Poetry · Writing

haunted love

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where did you go;

the days creek by

following whispers of ghost

sheer cold keeps me still-

yield.

they’ll follow me-

they’ll follow me ’till

i become them

until that day,

i’d like to spend them with you,

the last swish of quill

before the creeks settle in

tomorrow night i’ll be back

with the brief moments of silence

waiting