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I’m waking up In a cold shade of blue, Camouflaged in plain sight For the good of passersby Onto gilded horizons . Someday’s been on a loop Since the midnight toll, When a weary old song Was set free from my arms . I’m waking up sewn shut Bleary eyed, undecided Still miles behind Out…
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In a low and fragile whisper I beg for water, To make a meal out of scraps But my calls melt away . Too hoarse I scream for a moment’s relief Wound tight in a snare Made simmering in silence . Speak twice Speak thrice An ill heart will resound In the rolling thunder…
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It’s hard to speak while there’s lightning Jolting through your veins, While your heartbeat stutters And your jaw clenches shut ~ Very little matters When your eyes turn white And you lose your footing Falling backwards through time ~ Breathing deep is a battle As your throat narrows shut, And theories billow into gas…
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Watch your tone Search the ground Stay clean-cut and small Get out of the way And quietly collapse – Tame your feral desires Let your bright colors dull Into shades of grey Keep low and of use – You will answer when called Stay close Without a sound You will free yourself soon From…
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The allure of disappearing, Turns and turns through the day When all the blame has been spent Wrung dry and lifeless – A lightning rod burns bright In a bitter-hearted stare, Glowing hot in the eye Of a southern-born storm – Vanishing is a luxury I cannot afford, At this time While new light…
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“Only for a moment” Loops day after day In the back of the mind When the flood waters rise And wrap around my throat – It’s a soothing balm For a weary plain Of thistle and thorn Where stray winds catch fire – “This too shall pass” Only strengthens its bind Around my dulled,…
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Frozen, Before a universe of roads Weaving every direction, Holding tight to a lie Its bitter light gently fades – A steady thunder is rising Stealing air from my lungs As the galaxy expands And I sink into worry – My frozen form is a liar, Within havoc resides As a miserable ghost A…
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Warplanes blot the sun With their pitch-black moan, Twisting and gliding And spiraling undone – There is business at hand That of clearing and culling To the hangman’s refrain “For the siblings we lost” – There’s an undead scream Lifting over the wire An outburst, a prayer A mother’s stifled goodbye – Who…
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Under the rib cage, Nomads scramble From the steady downpour Of gas and grenades Of secreted anger – The right and left femurs Sheild the new bonfires Where rebellion dances To an outlawed rhythm – The spinal column lies shattered Enclosing the young Lying dazed by the struggle That rings in their ears – The…
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His wounds are deepening chasms That he fills with melody, With the cheap words he’s bartered Among perfect strangers – The faults in his bones Are sealed with the heavy strides Of a hard day’s work, With endless pails of concrete – He feeds the quiet moments With the turn of a key, With an…
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