Tag: Symbols

Poetry · Writing

all in the eyes;

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i see tomorrow in your eyes

as i stare deep into the morrow

hands entangled

stars spangled

this is freedom;

i see shadowless plains

flowers in vases

paintings of cotton candy

a type writer by the window

newspapers on the table-

i sometimes see neighbors

i sometimes see a river;

a stream and a swing under a tree

free from social pressure and this is a refresher

theres us; theres us, just us

i see that;

a tree with a heart carved in

the honey in my tea

the treasure under the river

all in your eyes

Poetry · Writing

level up – 27th club

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chalk it up to good luck

made it without mac

this is what he was afraid of

see what i am made of

i wish you could see what i became

you joined the club last week just walking knees

now it’s me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease-

the man that i am- you would of hated it

you hated everything; but you would of thrown

a killer 27th club party

Poetry · Writing

with boba

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standing- one

no- two hundred people

and where ever we go

i see their faces

dust on my tips traces

of their existence gone in a flash

and all we can do is spend a morning in mass

begging for safe passage

begging for safe travel

for them, right, or

to rid the guilt from those still existing,

those lucky to say i love you one last time,

and across the street, kids are laughing, having chai tea

with boba.

safe passage for an invisible gate keeper

and the steps are boba

Poetry · Writing

late night massage

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you’re hands are a blessing;

washing away the fear

tracing your fingers along my worries

pushing your thumbs deep into my anxiety

flowing away-

falling asleep in your grasp

an angel pulling a bow back back deep into my heart

chop chop and depression won’t raise his hands to you

never lay a hand on my honey

all over my back, warmed

holding the arrow

asleep with your hands

Poetry · Writing

gravey man

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it’s done

fixed at the source, small knife

puddle gravey between my toes

and a smile peaking through the shadows

can hear a laugh a few blocks down

harrowing; sirens closing in but it’s the laugh

feet turn to glue on every pebble skating across cold bricks and the sound of tires shredding in a closing distance

and that laugh; closer and it echoes through my ears like the gravey man’s scream-

i(whose laughing at my pain)i

drop the knife and down to your knees

and they’re laughing

the women two stories up with her baby are laughing

and the man, two blocks down is standing there

with a knife

and my belly spills of gravey

and he laughs

laughs

la-

Poetry · Writing

you:you

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i spent the whole day thinking about you

writing poems about you, you

in my last life it was you

in this one it will be you, you

never take a pause you

are the shinning star you, you

are the center of it all you

are the spring in these sneakers you, you

come to me in my dreams you

make me never want to leave this bed you, you

put your hands in mine chest in mine you

make me never want to leave this bed you, you

have me writing love poems about you

and for you all of me to you never waivering for you

armor wove of love you will never see it crack you

will see your own reflection

Poetry · Writing

re:1159

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it is hard- to not be excited about tomorrow

every second closer to the next

is another closer to you

fear never in the rear

yet, it needs to be just for me

to set a bomb at 1159

will end tomorrow

before the alarm sets

the last tick

tomorrow ends with a crick

in a mellow field

alone.

 

Poetry · Writing

one spell – two bell

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the way we tell it, i found you-

really, you found me;

a wanderer,

and you;

never let me stray,

your eyes found me

deep into my arms

shut off all my alarms

while smiling

file two smile and i’ve been yours

walking that extra mile-

you found me walking nowhere in circles

a dream and two cents

and now its three and a mission

a magician with a spell

and with your permission

i’ll make this the last one

ring the one bell