poetry from the void

[poetry-from-the-void]

30. it's getting dark

through the field i weave my path

call into the woods to let them know

the soulless beings trapped beneath the trees

it's getting dark i whisper into

the cold evening

as an invitation or a threat.

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inversion.

sometimes i turn myself inside out

to prove that there's still some light behind a face of stone.

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28. only an illusion

your silhouette against the morning sun

i know you've stopped being the monster under my bed long ago

instead you choose the early morning hours to keep me company

until you dissolve into a brighter day.

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27. the astronaut

when i was little i dreamed of floating among the stars

now i know that the space between them is cold and cruel

but i can still step outside at night and watch them

from afar.

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26. night out

trapped between vibrating lights the night holds me captive

and i don't mind as long as

it sets me free again in the morning.

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25. computer

it's not real they say and mean a foreign world behind the screen

you're wasting time they say and see clear blue light that shines on me

you need to feel they're yelling then real emotions now again

it's a true crime you live like this? it there nothing that you miss?

a dead world behind a screen --- or so it does seem

but one thing that they fail to see on every end, every screen there's people ---

living, breathing just like me.

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24. crystal

it's a quiet place down by the lake

where my thoughts become just like the water

shallow and crystal clear.

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23. blink and you'll miss it

you blink once you miss a breath

blink twice you miss a sunset

blink three times and you'll miss a world falling apart.

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22. intimacy

my fingertips on your skin

i wish

i could be as soft

and gentle

as i am within my words.

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21. dew

i'm placing a shimmering morning in the grass

it trickles from my finger- tips

i hope

the day will be as sweet.

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20. trying to be good

there's only so much space for kindness inside this somber heart.

only so many hours to numb the pain.

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vanity.

mirror, mirror on the wall

save me from this sudden fall.

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act of creation.

sometimes i create life using nothing more than letters

with every line i hear my creatures breathe.

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garden.

once i dreamed i walked through a garden full of fire

i too planted a spark and watched it grow.

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fire.

what if i told you i wanted to walk with the fire

join it into the woods where my mind has been living for

years already.

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something very gentle.

and after all the bitterness they feed you

a spoonful of care.

a gentle hand on your shoulder some fingers in your hair a leather-gloved brush along your cheekbones

is all it takes to make you melt back into their cruel arms.

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taxidermy.

sometimes i talk to the stag's head on the wall

for these dull eyes have seen the woods long before i've been born

and they know secrets deeper than mine.