(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
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My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!