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august,
where are you?
a graveyard of lies hides
in the creases of his promises –
yet she awaits his return
and stares out into the west,
with her hands placed
upon her chest.
the melody of him leaving
penetrates the silence,
drowning out the noise and
the reminder of her reliance.
he’s engulfed in the freedom,
and becoming the sea,
(careless, reckless, thoughtless)
she would have drowned
to be close to him again,
the two of them, forever
always bound.
oh august,
seabound i stay,
waiting for you to return
to me
another day.
where are you?
a graveyard of lies hides
in the creases of his promises –
yet she awaits his return
and stares out into the west,
with her hands placed
upon her chest.
the melody of him leaving
penetrates the silence,
drowning out the noise and
the reminder of her reliance.
he’s engulfed in the freedom,
and becoming the sea,
(careless, reckless, thoughtless)
she would have drowned
to be close to him again,
the two of them, forever
always bound.
oh august,
seabound i stay,
waiting for you to return
to me
another day.
Literature
Underappreciated
A moth is beautiful
but none choose to praise it.
Instead, monarchs flutter, and suddenly,
twenty-four lines are written about how
its amber coloring
reminds you of autumn's heartbreaks
and winter's futile approach, seizing
the broken vessel you tried to tape
together, but to no avail;
its black outline
reminds you of the eyeliner she wore
day after day, all perfect and pristine,
until one day,
you found her among rosebushes & lilacs
crying out "Why does it always rain?"
Where is her sun?
its slender antennae
reminds you of stilts, splintery and all,
Literature
coffee talk
they speak in the
rattle of coffee cups—
sea bent lungs await the press
of the espresso crave lips
as taste fills curling limbs
settling the
stars
in—.
Literature
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our eyes were fogged with farewells marking territories down our cheeks.
the ache felt like smoke at the edge of my throat and i was afraid
to say it loud before you said the ocean kissed your taste buds. we just knew.
maps tore apart and our paper walls built with just enough faith to last three decades broke.
it's been too long since we've been hurt with the blue of the sky and you are not the ache in my bones –
you're the crusts between my fingers when i tried to let the sun make me feel less alone.
you’re the clicking of knuckles i feel inside
and the fishhooks fumbling to pull out some pride
from arching, collapsing
(deep
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Day 02 of NaPoWriMo
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A room with a window facing west
Towards the sea
You, with your hands across your chest
Facing me
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don’t think that I can do this anymore...
- The Staves
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My second piece for NaPoWriMo was inspired by the song Facing West by The Staves, especially after I heard the words "...with your hands across your chest..." This poem is kind of like a sequel to my first one, Finger-Length, and again follows those two characters. However, I have named the man this time, August - though his name may change later on, haha.
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Featured by = Daghrgenzeen: [link]
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A room with a window facing west
Towards the sea
You, with your hands across your chest
Facing me
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don’t think that I can do this anymore...
- The Staves
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My second piece for NaPoWriMo was inspired by the song Facing West by The Staves, especially after I heard the words "...with your hands across your chest..." This poem is kind of like a sequel to my first one, Finger-Length, and again follows those two characters. However, I have named the man this time, August - though his name may change later on, haha.
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Featured by = Daghrgenzeen: [link]
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Love the continuation of the characters! Really liking your love type poetry!