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She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies

Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light

Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***

We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child

She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal
Show me a man.
A brave man.
One not brave because of a gun.
Those the weak ones claiming only the title.

Show me a man.
One loyal to the family.
Protector of the house.
Deeply supported by his loving spouse.
****, sounds like my dad.

Show me a man.
Without any weapon his strength shows.
But if push comes to shove he can hold his own.

Honorable in his kid's eyes.
A disciplinary over several times.
Most likely his children didn't follow the rule to fit in.
They know the consequences that lie ahead.

Just show me a man of common sense.

Not one of these clowns searching to be known.
But acts more childish than grown.
 Nov 2020 Austin Morrison
Sophia
we saw the storm brewing
like watercolour dripping on a page
each section of the sky, a different shade of blue
like when the milk in a cup of coffee curdles
and splits in two.

i should throw it all away,
or wash it down the sink
but when the dust settles
i'll still have so much to say,
by then it'll be too late.

we saw the storm brewing,
but we stayed quiet in the stillness
like a train stuck in it's tracks
because although the end was near
the sun would sometimes shine
through the dark clouds
which plagued the air above us.

yes, we saw the storm brewing
but it did not prepare us
for when the storm finally came.
 Nov 2020 Austin Morrison
Angel
I’d like to make sense of this world
or not
maybe with someone
& grow old together
I’d like to keep hope
Even though sometimes
it makes me red at the cheeks
thinking of what isn’t
was
& could be

I’d like to share a bed,
entangling limbs in soft sheets
I’d like to entwine fingers,
warming limbs
I’d like to find love & light

Usually best on a whim

I’d like so many things now
& it makes me feel soft.
Never knew this feeling.
But now I want a home &
A pet
A lover
A friend
A child
& something to call my own.
But, I’m so scared I’m a monster

Unable to hold on to a moment
Feeling in waves; usually a flood
& not everyone is made for the water.
You must be used to the feeling of the unknown & darkness.

I’m learning to breathe

I know how to sail my oceans
But at times the sea entwines
natural & salt
confusing things, but natural nevertheless
I’m also okay with just a feeling
but not fleeting moments
I’m too used to that
I just want forever
Forever is still fleeting
I guess that’s just a problem I’ll have
I’m trying not to beat myself up for changing & finding myself, feeling & drowning & surviving. I have so many questions & it hurts. I’d like to be lost with someone rather than alone.
Every time I fall in love I hope I never will again.
 Nov 2020 Austin Morrison
Molly
2019
 Nov 2020 Austin Morrison
Molly
In 2019,
I want more.

Want more sunrises
More rolling out of bed with a purpose

More afternoons curled in a love seat

I want a garden
inside me and in my backyard

More friends
More nuzzles from dogs

More oceans

More allowance to make mistakes
After all, you were brave enough to try.

More stillness
More belly laughs
More love letters

More sway in my hips
Cool breeze on my lips

More looking in the mirror to see my smile
not the width of my thighs

More finding shapes in the clouds

More moments that leave me breathless

More life
All the painfully messy beautifully chaotic morsels
dripping from my chin

In 2019,
I want more.
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