This is the only way I know to clean out my head.
I've been writing poetry since I was about 9. Never stopped. Never wanted to.
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Today it is ok to hold Your body at pause Suspend your animation temporarily let your bones keep Their shape in peaceful unity to Breathe in gentle air Tomorrow Tomorrow, The big wide world will Still be out there.
A harsh wind is blowing Whistling and shrieking down The peeks and ridges of our collective anxiety Only live, only hope I look at you often Stare into the corners of your eyes and I catch The tears that shine there I examine your fingers wrapped Over and around mine The thumb that I labeled perfect My own little spiders tucked under The warm shelter of your solid bones. We are two, you and I, but really we are one. Farther than the sun Way past the reaches of stars. Deeper than the ocean. You sink into my heart and I try to commit your face to a memory that can only exist while there is a vessel. But no matter the Galaxy Path I am destined to take The string remains. This love Is Unmovable.
Something of a wasteland lately- Only elbows, shoulders and ribs. Tentative and soft about my navel Yet, above my hips no camel can trace a Path. Drops in this desert are fleeting and often the bones Of strangers get in the Way. People look at me now and Don't know what To say.