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Your words
Paint perfect pictures
Of fireflies and June nights,
Pavement so hot it would
Blister your bare feet
Of singing stars and city lights
The hum of electrical wires and telephone poles
Melting past your open window
Becoming one long line of never ending black,
A slash against the open palm of the sky,
Bleeding clouds and sunsets.
Your words
Paint perfect pictures
Of fireflies and June nights,
The prairie grass,
Sharp beneath bare feet,
Of the pond behind my house
And how we would slip between
The symphonic noises and startle at the sacred silence.
The noise of wind in our ears,
A gentle, loving thing,
Speaking of found promises.
Paint perfect pictures
Of fireflies and June nights,
Pavement so hot it would
Blister your bare feet
Of singing stars and city lights
The hum of electrical wires and telephone poles
Melting past your open window
Becoming one long line of never ending black,
A slash against the open palm of the sky,
Bleeding clouds and sunsets.
Your words
Paint perfect pictures
Of fireflies and June nights,
The prairie grass,
Sharp beneath bare feet,
Of the pond behind my house
And how we would slip between
The symphonic noises and startle at the sacred silence.
The noise of wind in our ears,
A gentle, loving thing,
Speaking of found promises.
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trip
I’m not real and neither are you; I tripped up a hill today and pondered the meaning of falling up and whether such a thing is a victory or a failure and then I shook my fist at the sky because how dare she just how dare she.
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Epiphany's Eclipse
Asunder, you stand, Combing through the remnants Of my fallen kingdom, Picking apart my gnarled bones... I am not there, Not in that hollow place, Not anymore, And I never will be again; I leave you my ghost... As the silvered mist hangs, Like cobwebs, Tangled through the greying moss... There's something sinister Within your heavy, wicked gaze, Something that hungers To shred my tender flesh; Knowing I've escaped... A simple breath Behind my heart- I can feel it, In every sense; Nothing will ever Slake my endless thirst... I never knew The way the mountains sing When it rains, How flowers freckle the forest, Or how to truly dream... Never understood... Until now.
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I was inspired to write this by living-in-his-head.deviantart.… and his poem Barefoot Summers. It struck something deep within me, transporting me back to summer nights as a child. Back to prairie grass and numberless stars, and the pond behind out house that would fill with frogs, back to how the city lights shone like diamonds against the horizon and telephone poles that would crisscross the blue sky with lines of black....anyway, that is what this poem is. Me trying to recapture some of that memory.
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This was beautiful! I loved the gentle flow of the narrative, the tender emotions invoked by the imagery, and simply the overall structure. Thank you for sharing!