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[osenoa]

I had the beach all to myself today. The only sounds were the crackling of ice as the sun hit the lake and water flowing underneath just barely audible through some openings in the ice. #lakeerie #almostpoetic #portcolborne #sunnysaturday #whatadaytobealive #lovewhereyoulive (at Port Colborne, Ontario)

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Day 334 - Stillness by N

Struggled to end this one, not very satisfied with the result

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Day 330 - With You by N Visit www.facebook.com/almostpoetic1 & www.instagram.com/almostpoetic & almostpoeticblog.tumblr.com to learn more about us! #poem #poetry #poet #haiku #quote #instaquote #instapic #instadaily #love #romance #thoughts #dreams #sweet #spilledink #writing #writer #poetrycommunity #writersofig #poetsofig #almostpoetic

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Day 94 - I'll See You in My Dreams by N

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[davidwrotedirges]

the second and thirds

have you ever noticed how cold the second and third are?

without a doubt,

always the most wrenching, borderline speaking,

holding back for motivation's sake,

perfect is too close,

life is too generous.

the second and third sisters are

like twin fallacies in that they share the same God-given breath

that the rest of us do, 

but they hold it, unknowingly, over my head

beneath my bowtie,

in their fire-and-water dresses, really close to

killing me if they so wanted to.

i've never comprehended why God created them as statues,

like artifacts in one and every museum nearby,

when their feet slide across the parking lot till they

enter the white minivan.

how they sit symmetrically on the couch, 

like second and third days of November,

causing a literal cold to depress my lungs,

tainting the deep breath I value,

frosting the windows, stealing the eye,

and I convince myself I can never reach heaven aside from God,

so this darling third and alluring second

have always been statues: look but don't touch,

only the predestined are destined to hold either freezing, addictive hand.

ostensibly my pursuits are invalid, meaningless, a sham;

because I've felt the touch, but not the grab;

the glance, but not the stare.

[davidwrotedirges]

delicate like

a crisp, sugar paper from a wedding

stepping through the sanctuary

quick, quivering smile with contempt for competing

passing the veil, her searing view

(but not lethal),

has the force to break my kneecaps

if I ever were to look for longer than

the millisecond of a passing glance

more like caramel to my ears

when she speaks of love and moreso,

how she needs me but never will

fall in

fall out

fall along

[davidwrotedirges]

sore

there's a pain in my back

I feel as if I've stood too tall

I tried to reach that top shelf that said I could

my arms really aren't that long though

let alone, my back was never stiff

I wanted that cup at the top

to drink the sweet goodness of fulfillment I imagined years ago

I thought it would fill all of the holes in my vertebrae

so I could stand taller next time

but the music keeps playing even when I thought

I turned it off

...

I did turn it off, right?

[davidwrotedirges]

the thickness of a rhinoceros's horn as it's impaling my heart as I wonder, 'will this kill me?'

SOME nights i scare myself before the jump comes

and i'm fixed on your face

fierce, but too calm, for it makes me stare deeper

and deeper

and deeper until poetic things elude me

and your perfect teeth sink deeper

.

the lust, is it real?

or have i been attracted to

your potent, wide heart?

.

i've pondered this, and

have come to the conclusion

that if you love me,

i would see too.

.

the pathetic night

invites me in, because my

dreams are better than

what really happens

so i lean yet again on

the Rock higher than i

and hope i can see better from the top

it's been too long since i've really seen

from a path that tames everyone

.

now, the horn drives deeper

because i won't run away

i won't take safety

i'd rather stare into the eyes of a

beautiful pissed off rhinoceros

than watch it impale other men

.

is that insanity?

is that real?

.

the funny thing is,

the rhinoceros pulled out it's horn weeks ago

maybe months 

it could have been a whole year by now

regardless, i've been wanting the pain all the more,

wanting the rhinoceros to pierce me again,

so i could see it's blue eyes more clearly

and make even all the distance i thought we walked

and talked

.

i want to settle

i really want to move