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The longing brushes against the heart
a sullen movement against the surface of the ringing bell
by which I was set in motion
I long to find you in the sun when it is still almost warm
dance among the broken concrete and the gravel
watch the sea slowly turn white
and then escape into the warmth of old paper
kindlings and the simplicity
of long quiet nights full of listening
what I feel can not be measured by distance
only by time, the small steps between the crackling sounds
as the world falls silently asleep
and covers herself in frost
a sullen movement against the surface of the ringing bell
by which I was set in motion
I long to find you in the sun when it is still almost warm
dance among the broken concrete and the gravel
watch the sea slowly turn white
and then escape into the warmth of old paper
kindlings and the simplicity
of long quiet nights full of listening
what I feel can not be measured by distance
only by time, the small steps between the crackling sounds
as the world falls silently asleep
and covers herself in frost
Literature
Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
Literature
Regret
Dad, I know you think I'm a mistake,
And I've made everyone you love break.
I only stand and watch,
My life is just a big botch.
Have I ever made you proud?
I can't help that the voices are so loud.
Will I ever get the smile?
Instead of giving you a mouth full of bile.
I know I've let you down,
Causing you to only frown.
I'm truly sorry, dad
I wish , I was the daughter, you never had.
Literature
Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
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From the first line to the last, this conveys such beautiful imagery and delicate emotion.