Her name was Willow
She was beautiful to me
Now, they call her Stump
Everything
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This chest’s been empty
A cage only for frigid air
Then you messaged me
thE lakE
Sleepless nights I spend
Dreaming of the mistakes
I left just around the bend,
Hidden behind the lakes.
The signs read “No Phishing,”
But I can’t read them here,
As I spend twilight wishing,
One hand a rod, the other a beer.
And the morning draws nearer,
The shore drifts closer,
My mind no clearer,
The shore drifts closer.
Catch and release, then.
Sleepless nights I spend.
Empty-handed, again.
Back from the bend.
uP
A gray sky
Stares back up at me
As I gaze through
The peephole of the horizon
And I think today will be
A very bright
Rainy day.
wakE mE uP
The morning sun sets
Behind a midday noon
And I’m a hunger
For what I left behind
calM
I lie adrift
In a state of sleepless slumber,
Of sober daydreams.
My fingers tingle
At just the thought
That my vacuous mind
Doesn’t form.
A lone lamp remains lit,
Stubbornly so,
In the corner there.
Perhaps I could put it out
With just a thought.
I lie adrift
In a state of sleepless slumber,
Of sober daydreams,
Of idle thoughts,
And of empty mind.
A pressure at my back,
A solemn reminder,
Reveals my presence to me.
I am here.
I am not yet gone.
Though, I drift.
I drift adrift a rift.
I drift adrift a rift..
I drift adrift a rift…
I drift adrift a rift….
Bit
Trickle of moist
Beads like mercury
As salt and spit mix
With the crimson flow
The iron poison
The elixir of life
Out of a wound
Self-inflicted
By an enamel dagger
Treachery and betrayal
of dreamingState
Dripping foam,
Down from below,
Pools in red,
Around my fingers.
A yellow sky
Blots out the moon,
As a field of Daffodils
Cries out a sad song.
The dreamstate ends,
And is soon forgotten,
And is replaced
By yet another dreamstate.
Each a link
In the unbroken chain
Of waking
And of dreaming.
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One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven… why does seven
Get two syllables?
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That sharp, quick intake
A sucking hush of gasped air
Just before the words