
Tag: poem




Part Poetic, Part Primal
A pill, a choice, a change, a little spice, something new, something to do.
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Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day

The Concept of Time
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass

Frozen Strawberry
I never meant for you to know me, never meant to let you in.
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Twisted Red
A sonnet for every scar
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starlight laden eyes
halfway through the night
I saw a strange creature

the real you
I wonder if you’re
standing down
or sitting up


nameless woman
already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold


Artistic License
I like to litter your
body with kisses


I can’t wait
I can’t wait to climb on top again
I can’t wait to wrap my fingers
around it and hold on tightly.

Face My Face
I need to go to the mirror
and look at myself


Bodies & Stillness
One of my knees is softer now
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Flawed & Free
all those things
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I need the look
Do you like the way
I look at you?

Everything that’s Yours
Cultivate the conditions
of consciousness
to tap into the dream

your at-home-ness
Should we be toe to toe,
or back to back?

Sensual Being
There’s so much I don’t remember. Places I’ve gone, people I’ve been, little lives I’ve lived in service of another’s vision.
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Certain Hungers
I’m chained to certain hungers, though some are still without names. Without specificity. I crave a certain texture, a sensation, or place. I can’t pinpoint it, which torments me slightly, but excites me still.