Tag Archives: longing

waiting

I want nothing more than the possible opportunity for chance and coincidence to converge into the unexpected All that you took when you went away

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it’s not okay, I’m not alright

It’s not okay I’m not alright I cringe and churn throughout the night I dread seeing what I can’t touch And the floods of senses that come rushing more intense than the best of days Startled and feverish I push … Continue reading

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wish list

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If I could spend the day doing as I wished I’d spend it writing A sonnet for your neck An ode to your ass A limerick for your grin A melody to fill the air with…

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truths I’ve known

I’ve known truths delivered as a blow to the gut as bells in the distance or a deafening knoll or a tightening noose of blood-stopping cold Sticky tangles of threads a burning bright flash a flood of dread or a … Continue reading

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fishing

So many lines I’ve baited and patiently waited as you snatch what you need and flee Never coming close enough so I can see if I at least leave a mark on you. I’m beginning to conclude you have no … Continue reading

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lament

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I keep throwing things in the air hoping they’ll take flight but they plummet to the ground And round and round I go again scraping up against the grain And I am, as I remain, alone…

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lament

I keep throwing things in the air hoping they’ll take flight but they plummet to the ground And round and round I go again scraping up against the grain And I am, as I remain, alone Watching people come and … Continue reading

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