bradley-yencerWhisper

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. . .*some things go without being said / and some things leave in the same manner . . . / the door is still opened
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Dec 17, 2014
8:42I slap wax on a hand that’s had its share of crinkles and callouses / as I look in the mirror to mold myself into something out of a GQ: / Man of the Year magazine. I look at my watch and its 8:42. I look
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Aug 26, 2013
Albatros*It feels the days have been weeks, the weeks have been months, and the months have been years since we last met. And though we have left each other, the river of love flowing through my veins have never stopped running for you. I remember times when the sun rose to wake me it was you the first thing that caught my gaze as the hunter for his doe at the first of fall. The times when you were the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes to the melody of moon; I could not dream without you there. The times I would stroke your smooth curves and praise the One who created the beauty that is yours and yours alone. The times your scent made my pores throb and eyes wide, a scent we shared whenever you let me have you, a scent I longed when you were gone from me. The times my lips would touch you and tongue would taste you casting me without breath in throat and sweet air in lungs to the instance of choking; ironic as the world surrounding us the drowning while we the afloat. With you before me the world as we knew it vanished I could not begin to tell what century I was from. There is no need for time with love as eternal as this. / And yet I wait, / Wait for the day I will have you back in my presence, back in my hands, back to my lips, uplifting the very existence of my being. The day when I once again will be able to reach, reach far into the depths of my pocket and summoning the $4.31 it take to see you once more. . . my ever sweet breakfast burrito.*
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Jan 3, 2013
A love letter between a cigarette and gasoline:*More often than is naught I carry the face of the villain. / Snared in this prison waiting for my turn to burn while / your fate is not so different from mine. My clocks still
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Nov 6, 2013
Always Chasing*I left a trail of breadcrumbs for your lips to find / but they were hungry for something I couldn’t create. / I was hiding in a place that wasn’t hard to find
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May 3, 2013
A Moments LoopThe moment when you couldn’t wake up in the mornings. / The moment your hands stayed cold when I bound them in mine. / The moment you made dates with the TV screen.
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Feb 14, 2013
Amygdala*forever; anti-never / and I sever hearts that measure / not so clever, my hands tether
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May 7, 2015
A Refracted ReflectionThe place you stand in casts a loathsome light from behind you as you gaze to the Mirror. A salted tear is shed followed by many down into the loch you have locked yourself into; drowning. What has the Mirror said to you today? I wish I could understand it. / The Mirror has rendered your wings useless, crippling you with a deadly snare it has embedded in your mind. A snare you could free yourself from with tools you’ve always possessed but never knowing how to use. / I reach inward to pull my heart out and smash the Mirror once and for all. The shards cut deep but nowhere near as cavernous as the cuts your razor edged tears have when they used to fall from you’re calloused eyes down into my chest.
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Aug 26, 2012
Asphyxi-waiting*You're like a book I never want to put down, / where every page I turn pulls me deep into a place / where I realize that turning back for air
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Mar 21, 2016
Burning to NowhereIt had been scorching from a time I can’t seem to recall anymore and lately your words had been ice cold but instead of saving us you held your breath and jumped off this burning ship into waters I refused to swim in. Inevitability is talk of the future but no one can see past the choices they don’t understand so I’ve been standing under a gray sky instead trying to cheer the clouds up with echoes off a sweet tongue that fall on absent company. The sky may be out of reach so instead I’ll reach for the stars in hopes that I touch a cloud on the way who may join tears with mine as we douse your lingering flames. What will be left of this broken ship worries me not for I know it will still move. Where it drifts I cannot say, but I understand now that perhaps sailing to nowhere may just be the perfect place to find myself.
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Apr 20, 2013
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