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5-4-3

Howdy, folks. I have been dreaming of late with the reckless abandon of a child unbidden and unbound. I’ve put together another little adventure for you to enjoy as I enjoy it myself. Please, without further ado…

5-4-3

Red blood drips 

off my blood red lips

and even though

I tried my best

I still miss you

like a knife through my chest.

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Built from safety,

and built from trust,

our bonds now naught

but putrid disgust.

~

So unfair,

your untoward disguise

under desire’s untoward lies.

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I only wish you felt like me,

so that you could see…

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I almost felt like I was free.

“It’s fine.”

Howdy folks. Got a poem today about what it feels like to date in Gen Z, my own personal generation and hell. I hope you all like it, and maybe I even hope it’ll bring you a little closure in your experiences. Love you. Without further ado…

“It’s fine.”

Every spoken and unspoken word,

every gentle touch and little kindness,

every metered care and filtered love,

sinks below the line of,

“It’s fine.”

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I felt a cool breeze through the window,

fingers gently pushing through my hair;

it was the first time in a long time,

but the wind changes.

I suppose, “it’s fine.”

~

I thought to myself for a moment

that perhaps life was all fine,

that this time it worked in favor of mine.

In the end, I suppose, 

“it’s fine.”

~

Never been so wrong before,

never been so cared for,

was I just alone at the end of the world,

searching for a lonely pearl?

Dramatic again, really, “it’s fine.”

~

Every gaze into the depth of your eyes,

the aching of a thousand lies,

I hoped for deeper depth ties

but truth above all,

and in the end, “it’s fine.”

~

Broken by the back of a coward,

so many somethings about the first time you cowered,

the first time we showered,

all of it ends in something so dour,

and all I can say is just:

~

“It’s fine.”

La Fleur

Howdy, howdy. I don’t have much to say right now, but I’ve got a heck of a poem for you. It’s been a little while and I appreciate everybody who sticks around to read these. It does mean a lot. Without further ado…

La Fleur

Beyond me burns a blossom,

beautiful and burgeoning,

blooming and bedeviling;

I see its light in all things right.

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Therein I find myself at odds

with visions of varying veracity,

and veritable truths of varying capacity;

Visions of flame are burned into my eyes.

~

Into the sky I wander,

ferrying foolishly abreast of foreign fens

while my eyes scream and my legs buckle,

teeth seething at the thought,

as the light drives back into me.

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I only came to pick a flower,

pretty as it was,

certain was I to endeavor

in an exercise so devilishly dour.

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Ashen and alone,

addled and afraid,

all in and all out,

I was broken on the peaks of clouds.

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Still I reach for vaunted halls,

for myths and legends and things yet to make,

as that blossom burns bright behind my eye.

The Colors of My Dreams

Hey folks. New poem out here that I think everybody might like. Without further ado…

The Colors of My Dreams

Raindrops fall on an old and blackened bench

while purple twilight surrounds a rain-soaked plaza, awash in its prismatic violets.

The soft patter of rain against the quiet brown of my hat

calms me in the face of unrest;

here she walks beside me.

~

She runs in sequins before me

through the forest and up the road,

golden hair whirling and wafting like wispy smoke 

that carries warm auburns and rosy cerises

through the greenest of summer’s leaves.

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Her face alight in cerulean blue

and infusing white

that brought to bear

those swirling rings of sage and amber,

looking back in all their candor

affixed and filled with all their splendor. 

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Afeared and alone,

the drip, drip, dripping of golden ichor on the stones,

amidst silver ash and crimson fire,

an ascent to the top of an onyx spire.

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I awake in your arms again.

Skinwalker

In the dark forest beware the friendly voice, for you don’t quite remember how it got there, do you? Without further ado…

Skinwalker

Suppose I had forgotten in my long bliss

that creeping embrace

of nullifying devastation.

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As I walked along and atop those warm, sunny stones of mirth,

there lurked beneath a vile contempt

whose insipid nature hid its birth.

~

I awake again in the dark

surrounded by cool sweat and stillness of breath,

a reminder of things so stark.

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Beyond the the window pane

does one Shadow take my eye.

Misshapen, and wrong, and ill in pain. 

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The shape of an antler,

the glint of an eye,

and my fear I wished I could stand her.

~

Speak again in that voice I knew.

In all my terror, for a moment

I was blue.