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6/16/18

Handfuls on handfuls of things too large for hands

6/13/18

Stories told a world apart In the sunlight, in the gloom Tell us of what’s in your heart To bring us life, and bring us doom

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5/29/18

Another (boundless, wakeful) night The meantime (endless) filled with your face Energy (fading, waned, gone) to fight Your invasion (you monster) of my space It'll be the same (with, or) without you The past is remembered (do you remember? I do) And I might guess how this (story) ends But that's too much work for me to get to. Some hands held out (some hanging limply) Eyes glazed over (but on the sky). It's all the same (given that we), Remember it still (and still question why).

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4/21/18

I swear I lived once with that ghost; it was who I used to be. Our future's unclear as was ever, and I don't know what you see in me. I don't regret the things I did to you; I regret admitting them to your face. Everything was under control; each step was kept in pace. That's an awful way for a man to think, but I can't say that I'm sorry there's a kind of allure to that life that's rife with muted glory. Looking back on the past with a thousand of my genuine fine intentions, might be well and good to some; to each their own inventions. But for the rest of us, just meaning well might not be quite enough, and maybe you'll leave because you're unhappy, or maybe that's just a bluff.

#poem #poetry #narcissism

Are you available?

I wish these things had time stamps on them.

4/3/18

Sit and witness, if you would, the depth of my depravity and linger too, for a moment, to weather through my gravity. Words might be of little value, and I know you think they're wasteful but in matters of heart and faith-backed love, it was always you, distasteful. Time's gone on, and people have changed, and we're the way we used to be and in a year, when the smoke all clears, then you too, will see. You might think that I'm in love, the way that I dote on you still but I would argue it's not quite that; I just relish in you being ill.

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1/30/18

The saddest part of our coexistence; My hate, my depravity; your fiery persistence Is that I could hold you near at heart, or watch you crying, from arm's length, and I'd view either one as art and both of these would give me strength. Nothing could ever give me happiness to match the sweetness of your kiss, or the sight of your skin meeting the knife (not that I would end your life) I've dreamt of the warming comfort of your lips (and the heated passion 'tween your hips) I've dreamt of the copper taste of your blood (our relationship always slogged through the mud) And the worst part is, I could never hate you. (Though I won't be shocked, if you think I do) because endless moments of human emotions all amounted to just going through the motions. And all I can think on, these days is you even if our love is through. Two sides of a coin: one light, one dark. (I swear, somewhere you left your mark) And both of them still give me life, and both of them still give me life.

#poem #poetry #Lunacy

Well that was just a waste of time for everyone involved. Don't get it, not gonna dwell on it. Dumb. Bye.

Sickness

Fleeting scenes of sweet affection Sink with me through my infection Love is a disease, they say But will my sickness have its way? It’s unfair to assume you belong to me So let it grow on you; then we’ll see.

#poem #poetry #reminder:#no drama

1/15/18

I watch you nightly beneath the moon and you're such a joy to ponder. The ecstasy of loving will leave me soon, but my thoughts will continue to wander. I watch you daily beneath the sun, but that's never, to me quite the same. With the light in our eyes, it's much less fun, and you're modest in tangible shame. I watch you nightly beneath the moon and the love inside me yet surges. This heart of mine still ticks out its tune and I stave off my improper urges. I watch you constantly, here and there Not because I've cameras everywhere but because you're always in my thoughts Baby, does this still hurt, or not? Distance is as distance does and you were always so difficult to touch. and given what our difference was, The missing part never was much. I watch you nightly beneath the moon and my heart still often tries to swoon. I might sleep sometimes, through morn and afternoon, but I watch you nightly beneath the moon.

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1/11/18

You haunted my dreams again, last night And you were as beautiful as you were back then You were awake, you were lively, you were joyous despite The circumstances in which you've since then been The glow behind your eyes could've been that of brimstone And the love in your gaze could've burned just as hot But choosing being alone, over being smouldered? I'd dare say, in this life, I could not. Heat amounts to nothing; it's passing time I fear And time passes slowly in the fire. And if the kiss of inferno is your love, my dear Then the heat with time I'll learn to admire.

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Have you lost inspiration?

Muse.

Sadness always was your art (_ remember how you broke __ heart) you made __ believe you were worth it all and _ openly chose to take the fall.

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A balance

Wild whispers quietly hover lightly on the breeze. Old memories once forgotten, finding new earth now to freeze. Joyous day as pleasantness is now often the tone Of the forlorn and the lonely as they venture from their home. Good will come and good will go, and the last will be forgotten. There's a reason every downward spiral is always seen as rotten. There's quiet lingering in the forest. There is peace still to this day. But the life on which the forest's built could've never had a say. It's inevitable that despite the trance, the tide will surely fall. The tide will build up to a peak; the tide will surely fall.

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It was always a stretch to pretend that love and that life had no end now despite that dream it has since come to seem that with heartache we must all on one day contend.

#poem #poetry #limerick

Around a thousand reasons to’ve fallen apart (what do you keep in that miserable heart?)

A thousand more to hold us together (if I could ever believe you’d put stock in forever.)

Count all the numbers that’ll never exist (and the thoughts sat between us on that night we first kissed)

And tell me in faith that it meant anything to you. (I’m horribly lonely, but I can still say we’re through)

#poem #poetry #reminder?

Rot, beautiful lover girl, for all of your infinite sins. Walk away from everything you said we could've been Because I'm too rough of a ragged boy to leave amicably, and if I had to guess what really went wrong: you're just too patrician for me.

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