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Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
I’m stuck watching
as prose dances around my neurons.

rhymes waltzing around my frontal lobe
twirling and dipping to the occipital.

I have been betrayed by the only thing
that brought me comfort.

writing was my drug of choice
but now it’s the reason I drink.

please, God let me write again.

[DK]
Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
I crave your attention,
feed me with your beautiful gaze.
sitting in a world of suspension
fighting to find my way out of the maze.

Just please answer this
How can i make you love me?
Because I currently am amiss
on why I am the one you cannot see.
Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
open up your mind for me
let me in,
tell me your biggest
secrets,
and darkest fears.
open your mind
and watch me fall in love.
    
[DK]
Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
I miss the lazy Sundays with you,
lounging around with out care.

our extremities intertwined
like grape vines ripe for harvest.

Drifting in and out of sleep
high off the scent of each other.

I miss the days you cared enough
to make time for our lazy Sundays.

[DK]
Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
The ****** lays in her bed
of white
She falls to sleep to fly
with the kites

    Her arms caress the sky
    She got her wish she can fly

Then one day she
was greeted by Icarus
And his kiss was sweeter
than licorice

    He coerced her to soar even higher
    And she listened, he was no liar

The sun gazed as she    
changed her colors
No more white,
sorry mother

    She wraps herself up in blood red
    After she fell from the sky like lead

No more ******, no more
innocence
All to give herself to his
blissfulness

    The heavens know all things must end
    But this act she cannot mend

For she can never
take it back
Now she has fallen
with a smack

    [DK]
Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
She was New York.
And you were LA.

         She was willing to drive
         across the whole country for you

But you wouldn’t do the same.
Now she is with Chicago.

         And you’re sitting
         stuck in LA.
    
[DK]
Dagen Kipling Jun 2018
Blood boiling,
    rage waiting.
    Be my relief,
   a cool glass of
    calm.
    
    Tame my storm
    
    [DK]
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