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Egeria Litha Aug 29
A former romantic interest once told me,
I was the kind of woman people write poems about

Clueless I was the kind of woman who writes poems
about strange men.

He fell for me in a small mountain town 11,000 ft in elevation

it was a hard fall.
Egeria Litha Aug 29
She came from a Minotaur and a Nightmare
wandering the world as a beauty queen
Naively, the world assumes she spawned from a bed of roses
instead of  a mistake between monsters
despite a wilderness of warnings
Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate,
it can open its mouth and you'll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant *****.

Watch out for friends,
because when you betray them,
as you will,
they will bury their heads in the toilet
and flush themselves away.

Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Watch out for games, the actor's part,
the speech planned, known, given,
for they will give you away
and you will stand like a naked little boy,
******* on your own child-bed.

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes),
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I'd pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.
I do not believe a word I have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root
and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in celebration,
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.
Egeria Litha Apr 20
Bait Bombing from above
Is this love?
His talons crush the meat of my soul
Sharp, vivid, and calculated
Spitting pellets of my nucleus
onto rough grassland
Until I am reborn
into a vessel inept from the hunt
Doomed to weave
Cursed to grieve
Oh Athena Pallas, bestow mercy upon Arachne
Owl Vibes
Egeria Litha Dec 2019
I took Grief out for a walk
Under a starless sky and moon sliver
I took Grief out for a spin and on a drive
Watering gardens with the tears from my eyes
I laid Grief out during a rainstorm
Blending in with the weather
I took grief out on you and it made you shiver, hardened your heart,and late to deliver
I kicked Grief out of my place
Abandoned at a night club and ran away
Found her grieving in my bed the following day
I took my grief out
Hoping one day it will go away
Egeria Litha Jul 2019
It was the look in your eyes
Never wore the brakes
Trip of our life
It was the shine in your eyes
Stops me every time
Chilly blue uncontrollable  you

Taos brings Chaos
Crestone is half empty on a Full Moon
New Orleans daydreams
of ghosts and Voodoo Queens
Miami sinks under the sea
We are running out of places to be
Centuries-old quest for gold
The sun as our flashlight

The sun hit your eyes
Halts me every time
Chilly blue undefinable you
Drowns me in your monsoon
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