Poetry

The Dreamer

The Dreamer sits in his ivory tower, among faded balls of yarn and tarnished picture frames, and portraits with no faces, and he cries. His tears forge lacerations upon his face, down his neck. They burrow into the fabric of his clothes until they reach skin, and can go no further. His hands shudder, convulse, […]

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Seagull’s Feather, et al

  Seagull’s Feather   Oeuvre! Like a silver charm it shines Like the Bluegirdled Angel does it glisten Every individual barb Sparkles like cider No stroke of lightening Could electrify as piercingly Fire no longer burns The incandescence of the moon is nothing Even the heavens cannot compare   But destiny must prevail Embrace the […]

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Mouth, et al

Mouth the only time someone loved me was last year until his feelings overwhelmed his slim limbs, he crumbled and crumpled under the burden of vulnerability. emotions small and nimble, crawling up and pouring out his mouth. he suffocated and that scared me so i ran. now i miss the crawlies and the crazy because […]

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Flame, et al

Flame Ek, do, theen, char, she counts, then lifts Her eyes, smudged with black kohl and Begins. The deep pink sari rustles As she spins out, then in, smooth, bright Tan arms open, then close. Her choli, The small blouse, fits perfectly at her shoulders, her chest, as she bends and weaves through the small […]

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