Tag: thoughts
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Philosopher’s Stone
A grain of sand Falls From your hand Bending With time That cracked open Swirling Into space A midnight abyss Gone in a blink of an eye Reaching galaxies Reality shifts The grain of sand Falls back into your Palm As if it never left. You stare at it Asking What is truth?
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Cigarette Break
Breeze in the day,Sunlight warming prickly skin.Exhale,Ringlets of cigarette smoke,Disappearing into the wind.Invisible tendrils,Attaching to the collar of a shirt,The hem of a skirt.Inhale,Cool mint.The sound of paper burning,Eyes on the horizon,Revisiting,Capsule memory.A feeling,With the scent of old smokes.
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Butterfly Effect
Anchored to the ground, Feeling the years in the stone, Butterfly wings poised.
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Sunset
Heavy lids droop to sleep, The last remaining light shines, Calling to the moon.
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Dripping
Eerily beautiful, Bulbs of enticing delight, Place you in my mouth.
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Thoughts on Sunbeams
Why is it that on somedays, I mentally kneel down, Tilt my head to the sky, Touch my fingers to my brows, My chest, Shoulder pads, Praise the omnipotent. Not exactly, Pious. But, something sends a release. Maybe I fear grave yards, The spirits slowly shifting three quarters watching, Telling, Judgement. Or that my heart…
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Her face
Remorse courses through, When I look into your eyes, Mirroring feelings.
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Meeting Places
If you could just stay, Where the lavender meets tree, You have seen beauty.
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Old Places
Can you hear them sing? The bygone years and the birds. What is remembered?
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Panic
Breath like a runaway train, Tunnel vision, Hands trembling, I need to get out. Stumbling into the hall, Exit. Where is the EXIT? Sweat rolling down my back, I feel it sticking. Frantic, Pressed button, Fireflies in my vision, Elevator Dings, My feet file out, Air. Where am I? Now get a Cab. Please the…