The happiness in the back of my voice, that was yours. The sadness as I stood at your door, that was yours too. I was the hopeless you needed which is how we aligned so intergalactically.
March 2016
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ringing my name
he calls
with a dying need
of his own correction
he worked under a deep demise
i wondered if things
were kept
if we were meant
to play in death
and there goes a shoe
wondering how far he’d run
if he’d greet
if it could meet
from behind
apologize for all the things
he’d doneunderneath
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i long
dark corners at night
whims in a bind
the moon
i dance
how grass was viridescent
life was shades of pink
purples and divine
his eyes turn
with the glossy moon
to pictures of you
waves in a cry
the rapids
they pulled
twist, turned
with pages i never knew
from matter
contents
to references
we never made
his eyes to this day
were never quite laidlowered eyes
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The irony is that my poetry is sad when I’m happy and happy when I’m sad.
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he spoke
with dignity beneath
i looked
with a tight laugh
dark eyes
circles beneath
he drank to succumb
my motions were once
the actions in which he was
he danced with
a loveless love
lights flashing
motions tipping
we were only
just a tight lust
two tongues
high hopes
which could never quite
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bruised with deceit
eyes which were once lovely
we sit upon
glistening atop
i loved his ways
light of his eyes
his shades and truth
things you’d imagine from blue
but i fumble before his walls
creating dark from light
with love beneath my eyes
fright in my might
we twirled under
creating crops in the night
wading whys and fading highs
our strength proved weary
we were nothing but misery
tiring under the horizon
and drifting galaxies
from orionbetween constellations
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