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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.

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undertheheart:

Almost one year ago

and through her hollow lense I saw the world / not as reality bound for infinity / but as infidelity permanently unbound / out of darkness the tears froze / I stood there watching / I stood there being watched as the fires scorched the earth / a heart melted then and there / another year had passed / how many more to come / how many more before we had to say goodbye

Curtains Down

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I sought redemption for errors made, for
excessive application of truth foretold.

The hypocrisy of the slicing God, the dicing
God, the slithering worm across our barren
lands. The mortal tales of merry men seeking
their ultimate ends. Before them an unobtainable
truth, a questionable truth yet unspoken all
the same.

I sought redemption for errors made, for
lacking the courage of expression; in the now and
every life I ever had endured.

The burning cross high above, the embers of
children playing; their scars, left by those
unwanting and unloving, the bound and the
unreleased, the tokens we commonly denounce
as parents.

I sought redemption for errors made, I took the
stage and made my case, til death brought the
curtains down.

For the Unwritten

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Wordsworth – the value of words
taken out of context, taken out of
circulation, taken out by fools
carrying their precious red pens
in pockets of immaculate shirts,
circle the wrong, circle the guilty,
weild thy sword against their
better judgement,

weild the power of a single word

for the fallen few

for the -- unwritten

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A Wilted Rose

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(and for all of you with screen readers, as text, which Tumblr is likely to FU)


A Wilted Rose


The question I pursue is not
whom I this night should bed
nor who would willingly so do


Nay


The question I pursue instead
who did in those earliest of days
my cradle rock & tilt so fiercely


Aye


The question I pursue always
who did such damage inflict
that a self once tall stood now
merely to a wilted rose compares

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smakkabagms:

autumn, darkwood
nighthag, swoop down
deft on bitter wings 

the garden of my heart’s black swan has been
wrung by the neck, unfleshed as the bone
from a woman’s cage

her hands have finished their
ceaseless kneading, if only to pause
for a moment          over the ancient waste

of her silence – stilling as the moon’s blush 
    does, sore with a hunter’s knife, murder
and clenched pale hands in death

autumn, all crimson, wet us our arrows
in the Other’s wound – I want to unlearn

the world

to keen and wail for the depths of it
buried, unburied, forgotten

white whale swimming

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I grew up in the cold





                      the dark





                      the lonely void that was





Origin // with its shine // the polished





                                                   surfaces,





T





  h





    e unexplained understated





                                        I WAS DIFFERENT





I grew up in the cold





                       the dark                   ness





                                                         still





                                                               lingers





but I see the white wall





               the white whale                    swimming





I stand corrected





                                           & Yet Alone

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griefxaddict:

11/10/20

I ask the ocean to forgive me. A tidal wave of knives washes over me nightly. I wake with a thousand wounds. I never heal. I will drown someday in sharp steel and warm blood. It draws me back, dragged across the sand like a blade. Forgive me. I was deep, and I was afraid. Sweet melancholy, sweet grey death slowly. Cruel sea you stand before me screaming with a thousand broken voices. Give me a song to sing so I will not be silent. Give me words. Exhaust me, my mouth is full of blood. My teeth ache to the root, I am grinding myself down to the truth. Slow truth, I am drowning in you. Forgive me. I love to drown.

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