Miraquill
I feel selfish.
The sting of tears
In my eyes,
Devoid of the sadness
Reserved for
Funeral days;
Stretching further
Than I can see,
Spilling over into
A dark ocean,
Not for the life lost,
But for the possibility of losing
A life that has yet
To be led.
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With No
I cannot fathom
Those who claim
That creatures who
Howl at the moon,
Move against currents,
Root and make new,
Are damned to earth
With no hope of
Afterlife.
Maybe they are
Jealous
And only wish to
Make waves and chaos
Because they themselves
Have no love
And no soul.
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geodegypsy
92w
With No
I cannot fathom
Those who claim
That creatures who
Howl at the moon,
Move against currents,
Root and make new,
Are damned to earth
With no hope of
Afterlife.
Maybe they are
Jealous
And only wish to
Make waves and chaos
Because they themselves
Have no love
And no soul.
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I have loved,
And will continue to love,
Too many people
And too many things
To be able to give you my soul.
But my heart,
Honey, my heart is all yours
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Skin like paper,
Splattered with Tuscan paint on one side.
Turned over for another chance;
No waste.
Ink unfurls,
Blue-green and red,
Peeking through as the sun
Lights it up from behind.
A page pressed to a window,
Both sides glowing.
Mistakes and purpose,
All folded up into one.
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Nothing is as precious as the glow seeping through the edges of night, like light beneath a closed door, right before it's opened, and dawn is blooming behind sleeping lids, winking into the first breath of daylight.
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geodegypsy
198w
My mind is a mass of paint. Buckets of it, in all colors and shades; drying into crackling textures while simultaneously slip-sliding into a new hue that has no name. It's never-ending thoughts-no beginnings and no ends-no discernible method to the madness. It makes me restless, this chaos that lives inside; this messy pallet,this calamity of color that yearns for release. It's a tragedy, really, that I can't let it escape into the world; such an unrelenting warden I am; prisoner to the things I keep locked away, fingers unnervingly rigid as bars on a cage.
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Sometimes you've just got to
Sit in the backseat
With eyes closed
And listen to the sounds of
The rain on the windows
And your friends laughing
In the front seat
To know you're exactly where
You need to be
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I don't want my decisions
To be written off as
An early mid-life crisis
Because you left me.
I don't want people to think
That I'm chasing my dreams
Because of you.
What I do is no one's choice
But mine.
This is my letter to anyone
Who might suggest otherwise.
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My kisses are seeds,
Planted along your skin;
My fingers tender as they
Rake through your hair.
Our hearts are one garden,
In full bloom through all seasons;
The rain our sweet conversation,
The blossoms the love that we share.
©geodegypsy
