Tearing bruises off the peach
Until the pit appeared,
In a silence that is never the same twice,
He had to remove to become.
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Tag: poetry
String
Through the burning grass and
Breaking branches beneath his feet,
The journey of an unfinished soul
Walked sixty-four years on a string.
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Chained
Chained to a dark cloud,
Making a bed on rock bottom,
He chased empty dreams
of wicked butterflies around his head.
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Arrows
From past empty mansions
where worth was carved onto posts
in rooms that make the darkness tremble,
Is where he shot broken arrows
hopelessly at bags of demons
containing the deep fear of letting go.
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Follow
In the bag he packed to go,
With his name carved in the past
And the rain in the rear view
He could no more leave behind
His shadow
Even in the darkest room.
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Cream
The cream shirt
didn’t hide
his sleeves of scars.
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Dandelion
With dandelion eyes
he stared into the corner of the sky,
watching free falling dreams
sleep through the sunshine.
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Collides
Torn to pieces by roses
of moments that refuse to die,
he collides
into the cracked logic of madness.
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Insanity
He stands between two shadows
whose voices don’t use words,
but throw grief like glitter
in the attic of insanity.
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Blankets
Swimming in a sea of blankets
can entangle your feet
and drown your day.
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Unfinished Souls 