Category: poems
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maybe i’ve lost my spark (the show must go on)
we’re running out of earth and the sun’s not on our side and i fear the moon turned angry and vengeful ∗ ∗ ∗ i think I’ve lost my spark my sense of wonder might be a little tired. or dead. the birds don’t sing to me like they used to and the sun seldom…
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an enchanting unraveling
you conjure up whole storms and you calm them tooyou paint dreamscapes and whole galaxieson the wallyou’ve got the universe in your eyescelestial bodies twinkle all aroundyou’ve got stardust in your handsand on your fingertips just like magic music flows in and outand around youlike a waterfalldown from the cataracts and rapidsand into the riptide…
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In My Messy Mind
careful as you step insidedon’t trample the disorganized ideasscattered on the floorbe careful not to slipover the spilt jar of thoughts;the label reads “Overthinking” in another corner, you can hear echoesof laughter and sunshine and happinessheld inside urns and bottlesthe echoes threaten to break free. when you look upand see teardrops hanginglike sapphire stonessuspended by…
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Mystery Man
mystery man,he is the very caricature of the moonshowering all with kindnessjust like moonlight;soft and gentle.yet bold and commandingas is over the starsand when hidden by cloudsthere is an air of magic and enigmaabout him. mystery man,a thousand thoughtsbehind those evocative eyesevery time he takes a look at me.words stream from his alluring lipsand he…
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gone/too much
maybe if I’d let you hold me longerand love me harderthen all the broken pieces of mewould snap right back into placebut they never did maybe ifI’d grabbed on to the lifeboatswhen i was drowninginstead of calling on youamidst futile gasps of air and clutching onto any floating debristhen i wouldn’t have sunkinto the deep…
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conversations with the moon, pt. 13
and at the end of the dayin the cold, dead nightwhen the city’s asleepI’m left with only my thoughtsthat seem to subsideafter hours of relentless unrest the more i think about it nowthe memories are a blurthey fade in and outbut then againare memories things you haveor things you’ve lost?memories of peoplewho loved me by…
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time.
time, wonderous timeheals so beautifully,but never in a straight lineevery now and thenI try to grab you and think that you are mineyou escape my hands,like quicksandand faster than thathow I wish you would stand stilleven though you’re everywherebut nowhereseems to flowin my blood and through my veinsfrom the moment I took my first breathtill…
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If You’re Anything Like Me…
if you’re anything like meyou’ve learnt to write poetryyou hold it close to your chestit becomes your honourthe very thing that gets you on your feetthat gets you movingand fills you with lifeand so you search for heartbreakin all the nicest placesbecause what good is artif not made with a sombre state of mind?you see…
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tired
you’re tiredi can see it on your facethe tone of your voiceon our callsyour choice of wordswhen we talkand i think that thisis all in my headtell me it’s not you’re tiredi can see it in your eyesand if those are the windowsto your soul,then all i see is a haunted houseupon a hilland everything…
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…when we fell apart
and when we fell apart,looking back at it in hindsightthe both of us did soin a different fashion from each othersix months sobersince i was at the mercyof the idea of who you wereversus who you actually wereand that tore me apartcame undone right at the seamswhile still in your armswhere love bombsturn into ear-splitting…
Emotion 