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i sit alone cigarette in hand, the smoke from it’s flickering end licks at the chapped frame of my nearby window; I watch the cloud swirl upwards toward the studded sable sky as I breathe in deep trying to settle the restless Beast nestled behind the warmth of my oceanic eyes, (he doesn’t like quiet evenings spent at home.)
the cool evening air brushes against my freckle-kissed cheeks and stirs the collar of my unbuttoned shirt, sending goosebumps trailing down my outstretched arms until I shiver into the well-worn chair I have found myself curled up on like it is my unlucky throne.
i’m not sure whether minutes or hours have passed as I sit here cocooned in wearymidnight shadows but the street lamps don’t seem so loud and my eyelids have begun to dangerously dance with a mistress called Sleep; I feel like I can finally drift off knowing of the peace that lingers on my skin.
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Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
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attempts
this afternoon
unresponsive to the sunlight
lying in bed like summer afternoons and white sheets
still moments in our room
so quiet i can hear your ribcage shifting with each breath
but winter -
winter is coming,
the air is so cold,
my bones break inside.
your remove yourself from me,
turn your head away,
hand slipping out of mine,
curling into yourself.
this morning
waking up to brightness outside
the crisp air is singing with potential but
i am quiet
i am inside
i am by myself on this big bed.
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Feel it
I have given every sacrifice bled, lost freedom, became a monster just to protect you
Used every skill in human condition which we both know I qualify as an expert. Staying in captivity top three fears of life ( number 1. Become a sandwich number 2. Spiders and number 3. Held captive for any reason if escape was possible!
I laid in a drug haze in the prettiest cage with the key in my hand
My mentor saying hold on the cages break all of them even if you lose the key.
One reason for all this
To prove my love for you is existential everlasting not able to lose not even if you accidentally smothered me to death!
So fuck you I won't die just
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For some reason I had a very specific scene pop into my head on a drive home the other afternoon and I felt the urgent need to detail it in a poem even though it has no real meaning behind it, and I find that very odd. I think it's a result of me frustratingly struggling through life right now.
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I think this is a very descriptive stream of conscience. Well done!