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421 · Jan 2017
Vagabond
Naive Poet Jan 2017
Beware
the traveling soul
It will leave you
feeling beautiful
but it will eventually leave you
307 · Jan 2017
possessed
Naive Poet Jan 2017
you can probably tell by the way this body trembles before your lips, the way these hands shake at your hips, the sound of my staggering breath that i, this body, is still yours. kind of like how i can tell by the way you pour out into my hand, the way your body drips from my chin, the way your muscles tense, that you, this body, is still mine.
266 · Dec 2016
Ode to the Lonely Poet
Naive Poet Dec 2016
And I, a lonely poet, find that even words cannot bring a joy that outweighs the sting of loneliness felt when all that accompanies me is a memory of something that once was and a dream of how it ought to be. Woe is the lonely poet. Woe is the man so tranquilized by anguish that he offers himself no other option but to relish in it. Woe is the soul trapped inside a body controlled by a tempered mind. Woe is the tempered mind ready to rid itself of a soul. Ode to the art they will both produce.
224 · Dec 2016
I
Naive Poet Dec 2016
I
I think I've gotten used to her scent
the way the sun's light creeps in
through the window
over the curve of her
She is my horizon.
204 · Dec 2016
Self Portrait
Naive Poet Dec 2016
I envy the artist
who can draw himself
from nothing more than his reflection
Words don't so easily curve
like lips
to capture the image I see
when I reflect
166 · Jul 2017
Believe!
Naive Poet Jul 2017
I wonder how many parents did not believe
in their child's afflictions
until they buried them.
I hope, for your sake,
Mother,
that I do not make a believer out of you.

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