Tag: poem
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Ghost of You
You cling to my spine,Warmth invitingBut not like a summer day.Rather, it’s unnatural.It’s scary,For it’s the ghost of you. Your lips invade my dreams,soaking my brain like red wine,Memories bleeding.Vivid.Close.Too close. Tears prick my eyes as I emerge,Another horrible night,And I see the ghost of you.
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breakdown
Once upon a time, there was girl. She kept on fighting for the world, Watching as it turned to swirls, Watching as it all unfurled: Ravaging tears and pink cheeks, Those challenging fears linked to the weak. Days turned into weeks, And all she did was break down. Break down, break down, Wearing a frown; […]
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O Apollo
O Apollo, Why must you confuse me for a nymph? You chase after me, Lust in your eyes, But you turn into a narcissus flower when I cut my hair. I’m only a reflection in the pond that you chase after. You’re pride. You’re vanity. Even Artemis was better at the hunt and knew better […]
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O Venus
O Venus, As the somber drums echo my heavy feet During the plight of wilted roses To which gray fog lingers against my skin, I pray to you, O Venus, Let your red arrows strike Softer than lightning; Let the silky white doves fly High in the blue heavens. O Venus, I wither away from […]
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Again
There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes. But there’s in the tide in your eyes that I can never deny, so I give it a try … Again. I’m falling Again. Catch me, I’m falling. Again. There’s […]
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Shadow
Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound. I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable to grow, lost in the wind that blow, so … You fade into a shadow. You don’t recognize the tears on my face. Everything we […]
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Bad News
Don’t bother to get too close. I won’t be your ideal host. I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous. You see me around, watching me drown, gray in the frown, walking in town, like I ain’t worth it. But you’ve heard it. I’m bad news. […]
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patchwork
Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent darkness; And the wind of the future. Look at me. Am I not proud?
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melancholy
Where the water is dry, Where the fire is wet, A river of tears stream from my eyes. Where the sun is dark and gray, and the sky is mucky blue, I wander with no place to stay. Where lips curl downwards, where the only noise is a spark of hatred, I climb outwards. To […]
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