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August 19th, 2013. I found her heart in a small box,. Forgotten in the back. Of an abandoned drawer. This is what love becomes. Posted on Monday, August 19th, 2013 at 8:31 pm in poetry. Rss feed for comments. Please leave a reply. Mail (will not be published) (required). You can't go home.
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Laquo; solemn night. October 23rd, 2010. Posted on Saturday, October 23rd, 2010 at 10:35 pm in thoughts. Rss feed for comments. Please leave a reply. Mail (will not be published) (required). You can't go home.
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April 28th, 2007. What is the measure of a man. How to sum up a life. In so few words. Ambitions lived, denied. On the side of the road. Too busy to notice. The blur of memory passing by. Indistinct and so small. A speck in a greater light. Trying to burn bright enough. To make a little shade. Beneath the wisest tree. And draw all in. March 24th, 2007. Not sure where to begin. The end is such a dismal place. This energy we exchanged. Festers in wounds unkempt. Traces of love’s distance. Of selfish reason,.
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Laquo; hope in the empty. January 31st, 2010. Bright and shivering madness. Pulling teeth from skin. Dissecting peace for flawless. Itching crawling up the spine. Neck on fire with ideas. Another place to hold. World of thoughts that. Never lie down and die. Posted on Sunday, January 31st, 2010 at 1:34 am in poetry. Rss feed for comments. Please leave a reply. Mail (will not be published) (required). You can't go home.
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Laquo; late night quandaries. Hope in the empty. September 2nd, 2007. Escaping past mistakes, impossible. A wonder every breath,. A hidden whisper, dissenting. Every action filtered through past transgressions. How then to start over. Being held back by every mistake. Every fault a certain malicious intention, perceived. A lifetime with no real forgiveness. The new man i try for every day,. Killed by so many subtleties. So many looks and words. Posted on Sunday, September 2nd, 2007 at 10:27 pm in poetry.
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May 9th, 2007. Feeling at a loss. What is one to feel. In the dwindling sunlight. Of a forgotten day. Medicated to the point. Of not caring for. Or giving in to. Lost on my fevered brain. The beast walks and. Talks but cannot express. With every passing moment. I close a door. And quietly crawl inside. Posted on Wednesday, May 9th, 2007 at 9:18 pm in poetry. Rss feed for comments. Please leave a reply. Mail (will not be published) (required). You can't go home.
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Written during a period in my life where I had secluded myself. Drawing inward for inspiration . . . Much of what is here is raw. I still feel, though, that it is some of the most powerful work I have done to date. The date of all poems here is unknown. Time ceased to exist or matter to me during this period. Therefore all the dates are simply place markers in a vague time line. Laquo; older entries. January 1st, 1998. Catch them on your tongue. Bitter snowflakes of displacement. When i was very young.
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brokenpoet.org » Blog Archive » late night quandaries
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August 21st, 2007. Fading lights on the tree. A dim childhood remembrance. An example of what. A father, a husband. A tall order of a shadow. How can i follow this. Trying to be a man. I have no reference. Corrupted means of affection. A man’s best. When the spiritual journey is put to rest. All answers opened to the inner mind. Or perhaps a tiredness of questioning. What passions are left. What desires hold tight. Clinging to the unfulfilled fantasies. Of youth played out. Unraveled like so much string.
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brokenpoet.org » Blog Archive » solemn night
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Laquo; still the heart. April 2nd, 2010. Long into the night. I stroll through pastures. Whispering into a faerie’s ear. Secrets of long lost hopes. Posted on Friday, April 2nd, 2010 at 4:33 am in poetry. Rss feed for comments. Please leave a reply. Mail (will not be published) (required). You can't go home.
