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sometimes i cannot fully comprehend loss
until i look back
and there is no one at the window
waving
only things true
are love and death
and loveless people don't die
they simply disappear
Cough drops
fried food
Chairs and
Dogs
Skittering
Humans in motion
Emotional prying
Faith in midair
Jumping towards sun

Ha ha ha
you're a believer
Take your sketch to iguana

Now I see it's too long
What more can not be done
I'm your poet, I'm your pain
I'm your forever never was
In the black chill lake
Right at moonlight
Listen as I hide my scream
Dressed as a ballad.

I'm your sculptor, I'm your sanity
I'm your always and forever
Colorless hallucinations
A nostalgia induced sight
Hold me gently in a second
Then vanish before I wake up

I'm your painter, I'm your dream
I'm your never looking back
Blinding lights of evermore
Baggy jeans and icy grins
Baby we were an eclipse
Ephemeral like my wish.
For every silence I take
My breath rattles the earth
You avoid my gaze
As if I’m midst casting a curse

You weren’t turned into stone
Yet my heart weighs heavy
So I’ll lay down and sink
Into the dragons cold underbelly
The scars of battle,
The Wounds of War,
Fallen warriors bleed
A river to red

But when a man
Is hurt, not by swords
But by consequences
Of love, of life

It's not blood that pours,
But tears of ink
Into the crumbled tapestry
Of a poet's heart
The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.

No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.

The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.
Traveler Tim
i don't understand
i just don't understand
why every single time
i cover it with a sleeve or cargo pants
and tell myself
"that was the last time, i'm going to stop doing this."
but its happened so many times
i know it's a lie
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