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  • geodegypsy 90w

    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.

    ©geodegypsy

  • geodegypsy 90w

    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.

    ©geodegypsy

  • 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.

    ©geodegypsy

  • geodegypsy 195w

    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

    ©geodegypsy

  • geodegypsy 196w

    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.

    ©geodegypsy

  • geodegypsy 197w

    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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  • geodegypsy 198w

    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

    ©geodegypsy

  • geodegypsy 199w

    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.
    ©geodegypsy

  • geodegypsy 199w

    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