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Depression

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Fresh poetry hot off the presses tonight.

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Love Poem

Why is it that when I want to write a poem about pain a red carpet rolls out and the brightest stars of my sadness dress up for an eloquent encore? Yet, when I search for a snapshot of my happiness the headlines hype up a hypocritical haze of “I love you, but"s and everything good that I have to say still tastes like lead from a punch you never gave out. Darling, let me do you right.

This is a poem about you, about me, about us. This is a poem about how your mother said enough Hail Marys that the me’s became we’s became us became ours became a trinity of our spirits combined with a love that does not fall short of divinity. But this is a poem about you.You are my Old Faithful, my Albatross, my turtle dove, my swan. You are my monogany, monogomonmy, monogamy does not fit in my mouth unless its chewed. They say that after a football player gets enough concussions that he starts to forget the game, and I swear every smile you hit me with knocked a decade of my hearts muscle memory to the bottom of the bank. Please help me balance the value of your affection, the glimmer of your gaze, with the karma I know I have checked. This is a poem about your hands, about your wings, about the wings that tangled themselves around my feet so that I cannot run, no matter how many feathers I plucked. On January 3rd you got off a train and even though we both had an idea of what we were looking for we had not bought tickets for what we received. Your kindness is a comforter, the kind that welcomes you into your bed on winters windiest nights. It covers me whole, over holes, over gaps of understanding and valleys of "political differences.” I believe you, I believe in you, I believe that the strength of your arms would row upstream any river of argument that floods from a love loved wrong. This is a poem about you. You are the blue eyes the green eyes the grey eyes the eyes that wash over me before I can put in place a clean face. You are the Adonis, the Apollo, the Ares, the war that won us the gods favor. You are my favorite, my movie, my music, my “this reminds me of.” You are the light that turns me on, you are the passion that never wears off. You are the good times and the bad times and the forever and the always. You are a dream, you are a reality, you are where I want to be and where I go. You are me, you are mine, you are home.

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Your Eyes Poem

This is the poem that I write to your eyes. This is the beginning where I lay out their practical image; the blue-green-grey glass that blinks from the long lashes above your cheekbones. I’ll say something that sounds like a sweet simile like the ocean. Your eyes are just like the ocean. This is where I get deep. I sink in the slews of the words that revolve around beauty and kindness and with this kind of relationship some sex appeal. Then diligent to the path of proper format I will get lost. Lost the kind that wastes a few minutes staring at a single expression and ignoring everything else. This is where the poem ends away from your eyes grounded in a finale. I’ll leave a cliffhanger that hints at love to come, or love present. Tell me what you read.

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There's a welcome mat Laying on my lips Inviting you to walk into The labyrinth in my chest. Navigate your way through my thoughts, Use the light in your eyes to explore The deep dark tunnels That run from my heart to my hands. I am not proud of what I have done Nor the things that have been done to me But I think, maybe, I can be proud of what I do with you.

Letters to my next lover.

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Unchecked

I have stumbled into every train station And rowed down every river that split I have rushed into every airport But I cannot find my baggage. Last time I saw it, Was in the shaking hands of a boy Smiling at me, while I was saying goodbye He swore that he could take it, even when I told him that it was too heavy to carry Three bags with a black and blue pattern, and three gold tags with my name on them. It's not that I mind traveling light I mean, I don't think anyone would let me land If they saw what was inside.