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 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
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 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
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i want to deconstruct everything i have always known about myself in hopes that ill find something worth saving
 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
kas
It rained
on the day
I left a note
on your windshield.
Caught in a sunbeam
To knock one down flat
No thing is as sweet
As a cold sleeping cat
 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
NV
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 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
NV
and i guess i'm just asking,
if all the things you said to yourself, appeared on your body,
would you still be beautiful?
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 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
NV
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 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
NV
but how sad the rain must be.

an entire lifetime spent just falling.
she swayed her hips at night
distracting the very sense of his responsibility
but her voice; her voice was fire and ice
when he walked closer to her
she swayed her hips
calling him for an adventure
and so he went further
across the river banks
towards the southern poles
he couldn't resist it; he tried
but she was stronger than a volcano
hotter than fire; cooler than ice
she swayed her hips again
in the mid of the night
he stretched his hands to have a touch
now in front of the mighty ocean
she called him further
saying

"tell me your dreams; your nightmares"

but that was the end of the adventure
we never heard of the handsome prince again

"he sailed away into the lands unknown"

beneath the ocean blue
and so we hoped he will return someday
but he never did
how strong is a woman's word when spoken with desire; I am sure it is stronger than a sword
 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
MV Blake
Who falls too far from the tree?

The unlucky,
The unwelcome,
The misfits,
The free.

So save your broken wings.

You'll never know
When you'll find them
Whole again.
 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
MV Blake
Sitting next to Father Time,

Warm in comfort,

Tucked up in memories.

I can hear the ragged breath

Fading like a sunset,

Slow but sure;

The unthinkable

The inevitable.

A gentle hug

Of mortality

Reminds me

That nothing lasts forever.
 Apr 2015 Mark McIntosh
SG Holter
A spark escaped from my
Fireplace.
Flew for a while; went out
Midair and became this
Poem.
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