Tag: poems

forget.release

meet me at my watery edges cast your judgements aside and find that you are free there are no eyes on you but mine forget release accept fate and all of its disclaimers the distance between you and your desires is a fleeting thought amongst the rot of your doubt forget release cast your judgements…

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revisions

don’t lose this don’t abandon these feelings this life is non-renewable so you can tell me please tell me even if it’s just a whisper there’s a noise we can’t place feelings we can’t face even if they are real they are real the details and the desire living in revisions don’t lose this M.…

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I learned from the girl

i learned from the girl that lives inside of me saying no is harder than saying yes being gentle takes practice and hate is easier than love i learned from the girl that lives inside of me that somedays just being is a chore that my thoughts are like a crossword i can’t finish and…

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Katsek

A natural cadence about it — sometimes, the exact width of my patience. I pencil you in indefinitely. Let’s not make a racket. It is always autumn in my heart no matter what set of eyes meet mine. We are different kinds of broken – none of us whole (strength in numbers) Someday I may tell…

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Letting Letty Go

dreaming awake stumbling if I gave you the deed to your life, would you [ab]use it? all of this effort – all of this time you were deceived when red meant go counting all your green, forgetting those in between don’t let my lantern be your only light this deed certifies that you are the…

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radio silence

you don’t feel the night like I do it’s silk between my fingers it’s home without the walls I can be here with this empty space beside me – inside me and I am not afraid in the hours of black always fight back you don’t feel the night like I do never alone in the…

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unconscious

break before bending devoured by the hunt this city sleeps, we just miss it caught inside the tolerable life we become reflections staring back at ourselves in store windows – in puddles the night knows this story throwing the lady out with the tap water all set in plaid, you’re good enough there’s a part of…

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the bright spot

you are so well read no sonnet is as well put together as you are, the reason for my patience the reason I can take this you are so well read well versed; I see you breaking down these barriers carrying on, carrying on you’re the bright spot that shines in the right spot you…

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upon waking

i watched as 11:11 walked by on the clock  hesitating every few seconds with a wish on the tip of my tongue holding back, holding on 11:12 became a new story, i couldn’t wish that moment back because wishes can’t be contained in a well they’re out in the open, floating, waiting for a well-meaning…

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Becoming Poetic

This month in 2004, Kevin Major visited my high school. Kevin Major is a well known Canadian author who wrote such gems as Hold Fast, Blood Red Ochre, The House of Wooden Santas and many more.  Mr. Major took time out of his schedule to visit with my graduating class and evaluate our english work…

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night driving

don’t love me back i’m asking because i need this. my heart is a crackling birch and you, our breath in winter. we were born on a cold, lifeless day becoming not quite terrible you, our breath in winter and me burning brightly the birch gives warmth to all. (let me do all the night…

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worth the words

drowning in shallow water it happens sometimes, we’re just the field of daisies, not the rose bound tight in red velvet – thorns in sometimes, we’re just the length of soft white sacrifice closing eyes and accepting the craving the blame the fever we are a modern disaster full of hopes and ever-afters waiting for…

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Fables

we find ourselves lost in the fog pennies on the sidewalk and everyone we meet smiles and waves and we can’t help but think who do they have at home that brings a smile that big surely they’re hiding something – this plaid skin doesn’t stand a chance that backward glance of pity of curiosity…

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