turning the key
and looking inside an abandoned room inside himself,
he finally saw someone he could color with
there weaving his broken halves together.
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Category: Deep
private
broken poems
from his private collection,
uncovered splintered remorse
for his life
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hidden
in a darkened room, the ghosts came to fight …
he fought hard to purge cautiously close thoughts he shouldn’t own,
giving him reason to be torn down, aching and bleed.
numb from cigarettes and boxed wine, he tried removing tattooed thoughts
pierced and perceived on his skin …
as sin by others.
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ice
with no tears left
watching the lightening hit the snow,
i took off your coat of arms,
broke off the ice from my bones
and gracefully reclaim my crown
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code
the night rain tapping
morse code on my window
warns me you’ll be gone before i rise
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running
running from himself
on tear soaked pavements,
he slipped and fell into a puddle of
non-commitment.
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shadow
where is my shadow?
it disappeared in the isolated shade
of time spent with you
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secrets
held secrets that might spill,
see with the lights out
to fix what’s broken
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hat
painting him in blurry shades
of what was beyond his sight,
the artist took back the damage done,
and showed him the true colors
of what he stored under his hat.
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unlearn
trying to unlearn your lips,
yet i hold on to
your every touch & whiskey texts
and throw away what
makes me hurt the most
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Unfinished Souls 