POETRY
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I I am torn between Being or not The state of torment Continues as a knot In my throat As a large knife Racing through my brain With a pair of scissors Cutting the passion Into little obsessions Replete repeated constants Are the Inevitable compulsions Thoughts of menstruating through the grey A matter perpetuating Into…
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I wanted the day to begin I wanted the day to be something else I wished it hard and strong And the sentiment never left Nor the wanting to come to cleanse The moment filled with yesterdays At the moment of sunrise I wished it was setting Turning the page of days Into months and…
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When I saw you walking Down the street just talking With your friend laughing It was what I saw in your eyes We did glance a moment just a moment Forever must have been just a second And the sun crashed through that horizon To light up your smile against all of heaven I watched…
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I don’t leave it up to you I just don’t care I don’t give it up for free I just don’t care I fray the hypodermic thread And puncture my being I just don’t care When there seems nothing left And I’m ready to die I still don’t care Whatever you believe I’m still fucking…
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There’s not much left when the soul is bared raw To its innocence’s theft blasted into your very craw The pit of insanity and the broken Thinking ambiguity is the answer stolen From the brink the fire This time the phoenix stays down 26 November 25, 2012 When the moment arrives be present. 27 The…
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The flower has all but gone No petals left hanging on Except for the crystalline frost Clinging to the stem Like summer moss Forming the morning bud Has brushed against my hem And follows every step I weave From here to the eternal garden Of forever rows And ephemeral cleaves From the pastoral message Received…
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It is not a season That brings this to me Cold blistering to rise against From a cutting shore, years passed The wounds overcome the senses Bleeding into the ice of this My present + in the moment + still + Screaming from the shudder of dusk It is not a season That unfolds its…
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The end of April beneath grey skies If I hit the ground before I see those eyes Let me have stillness if but for a moment Let her fall ever so gently into torment Ignite the moment with us together One is lighting the world in a fever You have become the monster terror Tearing…
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August serenade under a summer sun Standing before the chasm’s depth I’m undone I spill into the darkness before me Unseeing the light reaching from thee The void unfulfilled and shapeless Shudders through my soul hopeless The depth of you swallows me whole The very darkness envelopes me on both poles On The Brink When…
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II You know when the sin warms you to the bone And after it leaves, you glow a smile on your face The depth of the laughter You once shared with friends How it made your heart swell. I mean even the blood was so fucking thick and happy; How deeply the scent of home…
nina gisele 7th 