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A Nov 2014
Looking up at sea level
Daydreaming the highest low
White horses trample capriciously
Beating panic in mello brine
Choke down to realize
You're your own demise
A Nov 2014
I rinse myself with a clam shell
in a bath of blood
Trying to find love on Venus
A Nov 2014
My first sip of water
Turnt to poision.
Lungs collapsed
I am mute
Vessels popped red splotches
reality's double
Sick I hang
Without a noose
Waiting for cardiac-arrest
I've been so numb
I hadn't even felt you burn me.
I'm broiled Red
A Nov 2014
To  have life
you need to want it
as you want air
beneath the surface.
A Oct 2014
I see we sit for tea again.
To be honest with you
I thought your visits had become
More natural.
As our plastic pink cups
Were replaced with China
I see now we've just have grown a more mature understanding.
You come as you like,
as I and others clean your dishes.
Only to come back to you
Pouring another cup of pennyroyal tea.
Each year
Three pasting now
you've poured from that ***
I surely thought you had to be done with that 8th serving.
The *** seems bigger every time
you pour
now you've taken the 9th.
You've over stayed your welcome.
A Oct 2014
Share the love you have in your heart.
Being able to see the universes beauty,
Breathing,
Is all temporary and small
And maraculous.
You never know when the rug will be pulled from under you,
And never will you know how far the vibrations of your crashing will run
And who it will shake.
You never know who slips next.
Time waits for no one.
Appreciate the ones in your life .
Fear not to express your heart,
For it's all that matters.

*M.M
My friend, I'm not processing that you just aren't here. In my head I'm reliving old laughs and smiles.
A Oct 2014
I need a love:
Who moves as a poet writes poetry.

I need a love;
With deft hands
And slow,
Free fingers.

A love;
Who spills their colors in blots,
Without care if it blurs the colloquy.

A love;
Whose soul waltz as fluid as
Ink from a quill painting calligraphy.

Endless-
As the mind is to thought.

Constant-
with no regrets.

I want a love as a poem is to a poet.
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