Tag: surreal poetry

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Forget

Forget

Let go

I’m confused, crippled as so

Our spring through and through

We passion

We shout

We quarrel

Over your bed of moss

It feels secure to love, risk lost

Forget

Let go

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Persistent Light

The light stood erect in the moonlight

Attempting to project its glare

Onto the damp bay

Struggling glint cutting in bits and pieces

By the selfless oak shining in the spotlight

And as I observed through broken glass

I raise concern and a sense of identity with the persistent light

If I should admire all that survives

all that clears the ridged paths

In vigorous praise or failure

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Winners war

I’m not sure of what I am feeling, my heart can break, my ego; callous
What keeps me asleep is a range to run
Emotional in wake I bake the sun
Holes of bittersweet spit up, you nuzzling my breast till numb
Turning in, on and off
Tuning off, out and in
I attempt to sing those sensitive songs, I pretend with oneself, playing once upon a time
There’s no where to go as my soul is magnetic to your salvation, even here the space of our bodies deafening
I don’t know exactly why this fight takes flight, ideal is a winners war; no casualties

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Willing

Bone by bone

He whispers a symphony

He conducts and dives deep

No one has ever made it this far

He is willing

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Union

I believe I felt it
The moment once connected
Created
That spark

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Laying in the hard bed

I snuggle myself stiffly in this bed I have made
It makes my backbone strong and my spine thicken
In solitude my baby gets scared
My baby sees distorted realities and hears her past
Blue Jays in the winter
Those years had their intentions on healing
Not knowing that flowers need sunshine to grow
Solitude doesn’t know
My babies crying, her tears won’t work
My head’s on solitude

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Guidance

I called you lighthouse
Gently you lead me
Breaking shores end, held my hand
I sailed several seas to meet you
Deck and deserving
I couldn’t wait for you to lead me home

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Little ducks

Little ducks love how it felt when the clouds cried
They called them tears of joy and they mirrored it
And my yellow man
Payed loose to the wave
And moved by grace
My ole embodiment of peace