#brokenpoet2 — Public Fediverse posts

I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost..

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And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood

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sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love

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and I cannot speak of him without weeping
not because of sadness
no, I cannot tell you why my hand trembles flicking tears away as if wiper blade
much the same as I cannot tell you why other times I simply smile
So dear blue bird please do not ask and come sit and sip your tea..
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I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when..

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and I remain
folded in quiet hands..

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I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing

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Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember

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Why ? He asked

To save you. She replied

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Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go

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yearning for more than those chrysanthemum eyes

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wildflower lips and this armageddon heart

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This ache as old as dirt..
as children we'd watch gangster movies from a rusty dime store projector,death danced across grey teddy bear tattered sheets without sound
Those..
Our first lessons
On how to kiss and kill

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A thunderclap love

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degenerates and poets tapping veins while slitting wrists

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It will be alright love..
The trees are waking

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I never meant to say goodbye
I meant to say..
I loved you

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You don't die from a broken heart..
And therein lies the problem

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I love you
as much as crowns of mountains
love kissing clouds
as much as rivers
love running wild
I love you
like peace
finding a heart

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she braided black ribbons through her words and called it a noose
I slipped it over my head and whispered "my crown"

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don't let the scent of jasmine
and the lips of moonlight
woven through her hair fool you
she is a bone collecter..

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Dear World

What comes after numb ?

I fear it is death

Please tell me tis not

Shall be eagerly awaiting for your reply among the warm fires set in tangerine groves where darting dragonflies gather among the few of us who still need to believe in better

Sincerely,
Hope

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and I was so happy
A kind of happiness that brought one back to glimpses of childhood simplicity
Present among ghost of all those that lived,
now occupied conversations of the
"good times" as we feasted on togetherness
with a side of mash and football
Respectful of history and woeful of all the things repeated
Rare times one gave themselves permission to smile a true smile and rushed like toddler to a toy box beaming when bells from a door chimed
Friends, ghosts and you, love..welcome

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winter like a flower returning to its grave while roots are sleepwalking..
a wiggling of sorts through decayed worm and soft dirt bones
finding love in a darkness cycle
like a third chamber of a diseased heart..
a small thumping sound often unnoticed or forgotten but quietly appreciated

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I know not much but I do know this..
my soul feels lighter when I love
It feels young
It feels it will break free and twirl out from under my ribs
It feels as if the whole fucking world doesn't seek to destroy me as much.

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don't capture me in your imagination
hold me down
singe this flesh
love me past all bone
plant this day in hallowed ground
and watch us fly

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I thought of you once
and ever after since

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You just have to be kissed by a woman and not a girl

Taken hard..soft..

without boundary or judgment

as a god and not mortal man

Immortalized from lips to page..in prose..

Embedded among constellations

And tack down in shadow

Fucked In scent of neverland and wicked..

Just so..

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Look man, fame is fleeting and empty sure sure it gets you laid and free access to shit..not much more
You become a madman, a caged exhibit
Can't fight the good fight or scratch your arse in peace. Fuck.
I'd rather starve this body eating crusts of moldy bread and drinking piss warm beer while I write..than feed my fucking ego

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Bravery is a quiet thing..
hold on love
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