Poetry Drafts

the specifics

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I have forgotten the specifics
why I no longer saw you fit,
fit to be the mother of my children &
my wife in the eyes of the church

I have forgotten the specifics
why I no longer trusted your sight,
the insight into finding value in the
meager and the bleak of night

I have forgotten the specifics
why and to whom concerned,
concerning the bereaved as much as
the dead now adjourned

I have forgotten the specifics
of all which came to pass,
this night now almost beyond us &
and the dread from which we run

I have forgotten the specifics
of why I cannot be,
if becoming was the purpose
I have failed -- spectacularly

to break from traditions

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there are days when the light, as
perceived at the end of the tunnel, is
more akin to surprise than sheer
blesphamy

this message, regardless of you faith,
is a true statement of my intent, to
support the heir royal in their pursuits of
independence; and ultimately, their
neverending happiness of wonders

With H, and M and little G; why should we
not support their move to break free, to
break from tradition, from the chains of
birth

I for one hail them
and their new

pursuits

with every passing

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With every passing night, the king-sized bed I inhabit grows; in length & in width & the icicles therein extend beyond the frame of endeavours of possibilities. 

With every passing drop of blood, the bottles I reflect in shrinks; in size & contents & the source of all that is becomes less the matter of fact than the truth of dreams.

With every passing remark I choose to silently suppress; the not said and thus unspoken: oh the blessed, the blessed words of silence lingering: begone you fickle being; begone and stay gone

my words are stewing

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My words are stewing, words
left rotting in a laundromat
without coins; without value and
time to dry

To the core and beyond I compare me;
me to thee and failure is
all I perceive

Nothingness will change
into something-or-otherness & I
will grow

Grow beyond the words, the
failure and the nothing which
I am

I bleed without shame
of words &

emptiness

2020 Blog Train!

Poetry Drafts / / By

imperiallefty:

2020 poetry blog train!

Every once in awhile it’s good to start a new blog train because a lot of accounts tend to go inactive or deactivate and we gotta stay up to date! 

If you’re a poetry blog or a blog that reblogs/posts a lot of poetry, like & reblog this post so that others can find you and the work that you share! 

I no longer regard this a poetry blog… I write, arrange letters into words, sentences if you arrange them further… I am not expecting much & therefore I do not receive as such, but when I do I live for another day; safe in the knowledge that I am not alone in this world

For the purpose of my sanity…

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For the purpose of my sanity I do wish to express:
my love for you I did possess, but somehow I forget…
Forget, forgot to make it clear: to make the point,
the point, the point was not as such particularly
clear.

I regret the lack of expression: of the love I did not
convey. No doubt you did not notice me, as only silence
lingered there.

But now when all will never be told I do wish it to be said:
that all I ever wanted was the you my heart held dear. So for
the purpose of my sanity I hope I have made it clear: I once did
love and that love was yours, & thus: it has been

said

At Runnymede & Dundas

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It was that time of year; of snow and
hailstorm and abandoned tears,
it was around the time you opened
your mouth; no, not the yawning at
the corner of Runnymede and Dundas,
I found a growing sense of purpose
just then and there; an awesome urge
to stalk
to follow
to never let go
I was found wanting --

forevermore

I found a beautiful mind

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Once upon a time
I found a beautiful mind
One I could relate to
If not so much such to its brilliance
But through its struggles I found
a kin-ness & now await my time
to realise that all this is fiction and
a mere result of the figety imagination
of my --

broken mind

another world

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The reflection in one bauble is
Different to the others,

I see the truth of that which is
the me; the essence of bleeding:

Red baubles dreaming of the
New year & another world

Altogether

Confusion

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I sometimes confuse myself
Imagining being you
Having someone close
Being more than naught

I sometimes confuse the self
Imagining teetering on the brink
Having a place to escape
Being boundless & bouncing

I sometimes confuse
Imagining a self
Having a personality &

Being
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