Tag: warmups
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Jealously
Oh you happy couple, your flirtations are not unnoticed, though the public averts their eyes, Your whispers and silent titters, soft touches and gentle kisses They shout to us, scream, call, command. You have a monopoly on happiness, a conner market on joy, You sing to yourself, yet aloud for the world to hear,…
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Sickly
I find myself unwell. enfeebled of mind and body. I recall when I was a child such runny noses and coughs were a part of life coming and going so often that they were barely noticeable. Yet now in adulthood I find they are detrimental to my consistent routine. I snort and gasp and cough…
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Soul Song.
What are souls but music and stones. Through time my soul sits in my heart, a stone dead to the world, Unbroken and unbreaking. Awake my soul and sing. Stones turn, dust inhaling life. Sweet music pours forth, Too loud to be heard by mere flesh. As a rock splitting and water pouring forth So…
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Dark Waters
The moon Paints deep waters black, Broken blades of silver shattered by a soft breeze Ripples make valleys of blue white darkness Another step into the deep Water laps cold summer black Waist high now, heart strings double knotted on leaden weights. Pluck them and they will sing a mournful wail. Life is a chore,…
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Idols
We do not know how closely we hold our idols till they are torn away from us. With them come skin, hair, blood. They have grown into us, or we into them. Like a tree wrapped in wire, we take them into ourselves strangling slowly over decades. How it hurts. Being saved, the cutting away…
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The result of awkward interactions.
My brain is an idiot. For now it is too painful for me to admit that I am an idiot, I have no desire to be an idiot. In Fact I strongly desire to be clever, witty, gregarious. Yet I am none of these things. What wretch is responsible for these things? What evil villain…
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The addictions of a blog
Posting anything, anywhere, at any time is an exercise in vanity. A flexing of those muscles of self-delusion and narcissism. The tumor of self love must be fed, and Ironically it feeds best off the love of others. Yet it cannot feast on real love. On those deepest closest friends who know my dark paths…
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dim poems
The hunt Bright are the eyes that seek to consume and deep the challenge that echoes across the valley. Run my prey, for what joy is there eating where there is not chase, and chasing where there is not fight. To you I give warning, lift your heels, pick up your skirts, wheel from the…
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