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Angela Mary Pope Feb 2014
The tides were high and there was love in her eyes
tides  of fear, eyes of creatures that live way down

Deep in the Sea

The hunt was real, she swam deeper,
knowing she wouldn't
come back to the surface again

If truth were real, she knew there were no way farther

And so she swam

The skies were dark and there was pain in his eyes
skies of fire, stars of creatures burning

Down into infinity

The hunt was real, he shone farther,
knowing he wouldn't
ever light the bottom of the ocean

If lies were real, he knew there would be no way to shine deeper

And so he began again
Angela Mary Pope Feb 2014
There are times that pass us

Where the looks in the eyes if our counterparts don't seem to reflect the ocean of haphazard fishes that float to the surface of our own.

We all have this life, this temporary state of being before stumbling upon the key which unlocks our next current,
jet stream,
whirlpool,
flood.

I think of you-
not often,
more than often enough.
I know you witnessed my recalibration
cause tough love is rough
but we grow from it
and stuff

You were so beautiful
with those scars painted on your eyes
And I was so beautiful
pumping veins made by starlights of ancient skies

I was lost in my lovely time
Angela Mary Pope Feb 2014
When I try my hardest
I can still love you the most
And it's not hard
it's just not the same as it used to be

But our dreams are still parallel
Like the world that exists
In some turquoise tangerine place
where we managed to keep it sacred

And if I think about it long enough
I remember how sad it was at the end
Seeking relief
When we only found solace in naked

And if I reach out to touch the stars
It brings your skin back to my flesh  while it burns our history back into the harbor of forgotten ships
That never masted

Sewing words together to make them
Out of moments that never lasted
This is what time felt like
When we weren't able to forget mistakes and tribulations
We could have but didnt outlast and

(I had a lovely time.)
Angela Mary Pope Feb 2014
When I try my hardest
I can still love you the most
And it's not hard
it's just not the same as it used to be

But our dreams are still parallel
Like the world that exists
In some turquoise tangerine place
where we managed to keep it sacred

And if I think about it long enough
I remember how sad it was at the end
Seeking relief
When we only found solace in naked

And if I reach out to touch the stars
It brings your skin back to my flesh  while it burns our history back into the harbor of forgotten ships
That never masted

Sewing words together to make them
Out of moments that never lasted
This is what time felt like
When we weren't able to forget mistakes and tribulations
We could have but didnt outlast and

(I had a lovely time.)
Angela Mary Pope Jan 2014
My reflection couldn't see
Only for the world to witness
Glistening eyes, gristle and teeth
A wild air, grizzly hairs amiss

loss complete
through stark white sheets
I sleep in too closely
beside the ghost that wears them

Like long blank stares
From the monster that lives
between and beneath
Whatever needs picking up

I see what you see and you see me, I mean

Long blank stairs
creaks and cracks
telling the story
leading to nowhere that surprises us

When doors no longer lend to surprises

I left you right from wared
so you left me under there
the voice of a dream
from underneath the stairs
Angela Mary Pope Dec 2013
this mumbling fog lurks tonight

across pointed shadows,
living between triangles of manufactured light,
pivoting between and around one another accordingly,
shaping themselves how they are queued to.

this smoke reflects against unlit windows,
like these dogs that howl in chorus,
breathing a shift of movement into the air,
leaving the city under a bested silence.

a finely tuned design
that these empty streets
may speak without interruption
Angela Mary Pope Dec 2013
When I see you these days
It's not as if I don't feel you
Because I still feel you
In everything I touch
That doesn't feel me in return
When I touched you
I felt it
through the knots on my back
and the cilia on my lungs
that have been singed off by smoke
And when you touch me these days
what I feel most is
all the scars on my body bursting open
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