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Wick Jul 2018
having you stuck on my mind
is an understatement
in every crack and crevices I find
you there, always present

you permeate in every thought
like literally in all that I think
threatening to fill my mind
so I incarnate you through ink

writing poems during library
when I should be philosophizing Saussure
but don't worry I can cope
I can handle this, be sure

I've drawn you in pencil
heck, even in paint
but alas, my skills are not enough
to depict the beauty you contain

but don't think you're a distraction
you're more of a motivation
like serene blue skies to a young bird's eyes
you are what inspires me to greater motions

oh girl,
I'm chest deep in thoughts of you
but tell me, my love
do you think of me too?
I am spellbound.
Wick Jul 2018
morning breaks from the window seams
with you as my waking thought
like dew that covers the morning grass
a gift the yester night has brought

a weary walk towards the bathroom
to take a shower with water freezing
but then again the thought of you
provides me warmth, a hot and sultry feeling

all through out the day you dance
in the boud'ry of my mind
and in all passing thoughts I chance
lo,there is always you, I find.

oh, as the day approaches its end
the moon pulls his regalia across the sky
and by the beauty of the stars, awed am I
but I see them shy, incomparable to you.
I am entranced by you.
Wick Jul 2018
'search for the truth' is the guise
upon which Pride
stealthily hides.
tis like fuel.
Wick Jul 2018
Love hurts, maim, can ****
yet, we breath it still.
i'm not healing.
Wick Jun 2018
Sit still my soul
Feel the last gasp of change
As it leaves your throat

Sit still my soul
Feel the tears of pain
Disappear as it flow

Sit still my soul
Feel the warmth of the sun,
Of the day that is new

Sit still my soul
You are not alone
I am here with you.
Words do not heal they only pierce.
Wick Jun 2018
is a poetry
a limerick
a tragedy
That ends with you not sure of your love for me.
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