#cgpoetry

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  • cgpoetry 189w

    a sunlight to wait for (I could only wait for you)

    we sit afront a raging ocean, the closest
    I have been to home since I left it, catching
    sand slipped beneath bent fingers
    and bruised legs, catching caution,
    catching time.
    the sky above, now black, roars with the
    moon, the ferocity of winter burned into our skin,
    burned until fire starts and we
    finally have something to sit around.
    you carve our secret into your hand and hold
    it, hide it, honour whatever it is we call ourselves
    and I learn what it is to write, you learn what it
    is to be seen. you ask nothing
    from me, but for you I compile my
    entire lifetime into black and white notebook,
    black and white like you, like moon in shadow
    cast and only in shadow cast and how I
    loved that your shadow fell only
    when I cast the brightest of light.
    and as we sit in this darkness,
    this hum of flame dimming before us, you
    paint me into the sun, paint me into a
    sunrise of colours and courage and
    cowardice the size of anyone’s,
    cowardice the size of the flames
    now gone and your eyes still holding our
    secret, still holding on from
    where we left it.
    I hope we don’t leave it
    too long.

    ©cgpoetry

  • cgpoetry 189w

    STUMBLE, FUMBLE, CRUMBLE

    there are mountains everywhere. there are
    hills and ranges and cliffs
    everywhere, and I am standing upon the
    smallest of them all feeling emptier
    than I have in all my life.
    hope floods as the many rivers and lakes
    engulf what they can of me into ice and
    rain looms overhead, darkness looms over
    everything as I, lost lamb, lost
    soul, lost flame,
    dim and then fade
    into trail of smoke
    of what once was but never
    will be again.
    is this what adulthood is? stable heartbeat
    into defeat and the aching legs of wounded
    soldier still soldiering on, still scars
    of a long time ago itch and twitch
    for a moment to remind what is fought
    for and the only
    thought I have is
    of you.

  • cgpoetry 194w

    I claim the highest mountain in the state
    and make bruises of my knees through the
    dark. I follow the stars above, the
    constellations of every moment I have
    ever existed in, and make it to
    the top by sunrise, where I stop to
    look around at everything
    that
    is
    and I
    smile
    because, like
    everything in this
    moment and
    everything
    ever;
    I
    am
    and I always
    will
    be.

    ©cgpoetry

  • cgpoetry 197w

    when you remember the person you used to be

    two minutes past midnight and I am screaming
    across the motorway; cigarette in hand I
    soak up the freedom of forgetting feelings,
    a place free of meaning. darkness just
    keeps on consuming
    everything in sight.
    there are eighteen missed calls hovering over
    me and I turn the music up, the
    vibration of the baseline throughout my car
    louder, damaged distance between us
    made somehow
    smaller. maybe you're
    somewhere out there hearing
    this beat and thinking about
    all the stories I just couldn't keep
    of us, and being hopeful
    enough to stand so
    courageously, so
    vulnerably, on the
    bitumen,
    just as we
    did.
    check the rearview mirror as the intruding
    light of a tailgater nicks my heels, bite back
    at him with my foot on the break for a second,
    feel his ferrari tap me just lightly enough
    to push me twenty k's over the speed limit
    and go soaring away from the asshole who
    dared cross me.
    you send me a text saying you remember,
    fondly, how I bled kindness and asked
    nothing in return, back when
    you knew me.
    I pull over on the side of the
    road and it's the first time
    in six weeks I've
    talked to
    anybody.

    ©cgpoetry

  • cgpoetry 197w

    FINALLY YOU REACH THE DAYS OF
    FREEDOM AND SEE THAT
    NOTHING IS FAIR; WHAT IS
    BEAUTIFUL ABOUT EVERYTHING,
    AS WITH LIFE, IS THAT IT
    WILL ULTIMATELY END. BUT HOW
    WILL YOU GET THROUGH IF
    YOU DON'T NOTICE THE WONDER
    IN CHANGE? OPEN YOUR EYES,
    LOVE, THERE'S MORE
    TO THE STORM
    THAN SINGLE
    DROPS
    OF RAIN.

    ©cgpoetry