Category: Poetry
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I always feel like leavingconstantly peering over the winderslooking beyond the gatesWhat’s in the midst of all those grassMaybe there’s something theresomething that would understandI want to runI want to feel the w i n dcarrying me to my highest potentialsto the sun, let it burn meI want to feel my soul aliveIs it so…
Bestseller
A hand tight around the heartsqueezing all blood off itexcruciatingly slowpulling it from its cavitygently, to keep the veins intact So that it may be presented asstill: a truly living thingits harvest a century old craftoffering to the godsby the witch hunters Do you see it on that pedestal?the organ pumped with pure spiritand all…
I feel it once again and still it hits me like a train
My eleventh hour has come at last / to save me, I’d think, but it’s just the station’s closing.
Faith
I’m riding on one end of the thread Are you there at the other? We may not see through the tangles But one day I hope we do, for sure I’m here, just here Hearing your voice, seeing your face from miles away You’re right, it sounds like fantasy And I’m looking forward to it…
My Golden Muse
Yet why is it that she now has gone? I answered her calls, and followed her orders, still she left my table empty; gone with the gold overseas.
the grounded
Yet I didn’t know. And I couldn’t even write about that lack. I felt I lost all my rhythm and syntax; my mind was as quiet and agitated as a typhoon on a sunny day. the grounded, a poem: Some days, they don’t speak to me I mean them: the leaves, the trees in front…
The Artist
summer supernova
Rebuilding