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These are poetry drafts. I consider all my poetry in a constant state of drafting, some with revision ongoing, others merely gathering dust. Some have been published but will still be considered drafts.

N.B. When these posts were imported I noticed some of my reblogs also got pulled in. It should be ovious from the contents that they are reblogs from other writers. I am in the process of removing those posts.

THERE IS ONLY ONE ME

There is only one me

what you see here is

what you’d see

meeting me

I can’t pretend or

fake or

become anything else

but me – unfortunately

A TOWER CRUMBLING

I will try to
Explain
Through metaphors
That building towers
Without
Solid foundations
And
A plan
While trying to find the
Purpose
Will take you far and
Away
Maybe you’ll get to see
Stars and
Swim the diamond pool but
Eventually
The wind will rise
From the east and
Your tower will
Crumble – along with
Your Dreams

The curse

In a time long
forgotten
I chose Love over
Friendship, and
thus
accepted a curse,
an unexpected prize,
to be revealed
at a point
much later in time
when the love
had died,
the sun in
hiding, I
found myself
alone

you planted daffodils

You planted daffodils
in the pot, next to the
Conifer bush, now a
small tree by the by
But since you left
they have not bloomed
Year on year they
show signs of growing
the green stem showing
never quite exploding
into life

@fakesurprise wanted someone to think about daffodils

A LIFELESS MACHINE

afraid of failure
he pressed pause
the ungreased cogs
stopped turning
a lifeless machine
left to wither
all quiet – bar the
silent beating of
his heart.

HARMONY

Will you be the one
that adds the music to my lyrics,
sings my songs at night
in campfire light,
through star lit nights
together

DREAMY FLUFF

don’t take this
the wrong way but
I’ll never grow tired
of seeing you,
looking at you,
staring you down,
dreaming of you,
waking up beside you – alone

DAYS LONG GONE

Remember the days
of busy tones and congestion
When voicemail was the mother answering the phone
One phone in the hallway
corded coil and
privacy by whisper
Remember those days – days long gone

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