Tag: poetry
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november met me
November met me Like an old foe Shrouded in a sticky darkness A fog encompassed being Beckoning me from former dreams Behind the greyThe smokescreen I know there is a sun to rise It doesn’t want me to see It stings my skin The sterile forceps pulling me from my warm place November,Why would you…
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dragons blood
I can hear the muffled voices through the fog beckoning mebutwho can see the owl when it coos?hidden in the cloudy matter figures find their shadowsi was all alonesitting on a silver plattersomewhere behind the greyI could name the silence holy in her presence absent of a face i was holding communionwhen the trees began…
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you are meant to be moved
Reflection on the vital connection between the human spirit and nature’s rhythms, warning that to feel numb to the world’s beauty is to drift into a living death.
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Undertow/Undertech
Truth be told I don’t know what to do I don’t want to carry this all I don’t want to carry any of it Actually I have understood so much that I cannot understand anything now All I feel are voidsThis phone is a fucking void Pulling me in And under again ⋆˚࿔ other posts…
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