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A small piece of satin,
Held by single thread and pin.
To divest myself of it would be
To undo what has been.
Fun Fact!: This poem was originally stanza two of the poem "Sewn", but I felt that it held meaning beyond that of the original poem and was subsequently split. See the irony? Enjoy!
Sewn, rough hewn
Tis’ how I present to you.
Betwixt my sutured surface
Of those whom I knew once,
Lies but the tiniest sliver of me.
I was originally going to title this poem "Seam" (Pronounced Sah-Mm), but it would've been hard to get the pronunciation I was thinking in my head onto the page. Enjoy!
CS Modei May 6
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
I listen to the rain fall down
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
What a delightful sound
Absolutely terrible storms in Minnesota recently, so here's a poem about the beauty I find in the rain. Enjoy!
CS Modei Apr 17
Far from the chatter of the daylight hours,
Away from where the fireflies buzz.
The street lights hum with moths aflutter,
The river froths and churns.
She sits suspended in the air;
Her  arms are slack, blank is her stare;
Oh she wishes, floating there,
For the river to take her away.
Inspired by the Stone Arch Bridge in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Such a lovely place to visit, I highly recommend it. Enjoy!
CS Modei Apr 8
To be cluttered is to be free,
To be free,
Truly free,
Is to stare into the stark blues and whites of the sky
and just for a second
imagine the infinite abyss beyond.
Your mind wanders and suddenly you’re there;
Sitting, floating in the abyss,
swirling your paint brush onto that infinite canvas
Filling the empty space with
Dreams
Love
All the wonderful feelings that you keep inside are splashed into the void
Making clutter.
I got this feeling in my gut while watching "Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe" that I just had to act on, so I wrote this poem. Enjoy!
CS Modei Apr 4
The scalpel runs across your flawless skin
Drawing sweet blood as it goes.
If you truly wanted to be one with me,
then repeat this as your dying throes:
“I love you. Don't leave me. I couldn’t bear;
To watch the moon rise or see the sun’s flare
without your benevolent, caring embrace;
So carve from my body;
My flesh is your prize.
So take no sadness in my imminent demise.”
This was dredged out of my mind somehow, hope you guys enjoy it
CS Modei Apr 1
Goodnight, Moonlight;
Rest you well.
Allow sleep’s embrace to pull you under their spell.
While death may not take you under his wing
For now let the bells of the sweetest dreams ring.
When you read the notes of "What I'd Do", this poem will make more sense.
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