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Literature Text
when I met you,
I raised my barriers,
shored up my defenses,
tended the fences
that protect
me
but you passed
through all of my walls
as easily as wind
through open
windows
and kissed me
now
I’m yours
forever
I raised my barriers,
shored up my defenses,
tended the fences
that protect
me
but you passed
through all of my walls
as easily as wind
through open
windows
and kissed me
now
I’m yours
forever
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never gold
her piano key teeth bit the bullet
and shattered the melody
that was keeping her
on her toes
he watched from a distance with his oceanic eyes
counting her every breath with ignominy
his heart was always silver
never gold
she stared up at the ashen sky with anticipation
waiting for the rain to wash her away
and as she crawled to the sea
he couldn't help but
wonder
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love poison
We're two sick patients in
the psychiatric ward, matching
fevers to our palms
and sewing
pills to our stomach's
lining
We're the pair along
the bathroom wall, waiting
for the blood to thicken
and the heart to begin
to swell-
exposed
It's not
morning time
in the morgue,
but I hear they
take the young
and the
restless
It's not
mourning time
in the morgue,
but you've
already forgotten
what it means to
grieve
Between the gurneys and
medicals bills, are the
stories we tell at
night, the tributes to the
poor boy who fell down
the well, with eyes sealed
shut
He used to tell us
to be careful of
love, as it is
like
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unmapped
i know not where
to begin. the stares
are careless, the stars
couldn't care less,
and the world won't wait
(to spin),
while i catch my breath.
there is no space
in air to take the sky
for a ride in the water,
but i am still
enthralled by
opportunities afforded -
rapt
at each strange path
to be progressed.
we write backward ways
to overlay our inky feet,
these prints too deep to keep
receipt of old transgression.
of misplaced blessings.
of miracles abandoned,
now blooming
on the vine.
you are wrapped around
a finger of flowers
and colour speaks louder,
but by nature
every gesture
of your ghost-shape
is divine.
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Inspired by a conversation with my friend =arkansawyer about Anam Cara - soul friends. I suggested he write about it, but he asked me to, so between his ideas and my poem, it's a collaboration.
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I love the poem and the concept. It makes me want to write something about it too. Maybe I will try : )