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Dec 2014 Nicholas

darling iridescence

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Can they read my margins,
see between
the lines
and cut into the edges of
my
conflicted
pages?

                   {I'll never know}

.

#metaphor #words #paper #hidden #page

Dec 2014 Nicholas

Sadly, an alarm clock

Dec 2014 Nicholas

darling iridescence

Sadly, an alarm clock

the mind is a vessel swimming in ideas, until the break into reality--waves are receding from the shoreline of thought,
crashing crescendos of melodies
that ached to be heard
And
words that longed to be written
And
memories that once resurfaced--

All gone.

Dreaming is a poet's land and
I ache for eye sight and control and the free flight of my subconscious.

Reality sigh

#dreams #reality #dreaming #thought #conscious #subconscious #wondering

Dec 2014 Nicholas

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Dec 2014 Nicholas

Mikaila

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I wonder why
I write love poems to strangers.
To concepts.
To moments.
I wonder why I feel so strongly for things
I can't possibly know.
I wonder if writing love poems to strangers
Hurts them
Or celebrates them.

Dec 2014 Nicholas

There Is Only One Sin

Dec 2014 Nicholas

Mikaila

There Is Only One Sin

Can you find something lovely
Without leaving your fingerprints on it?
I believe you can.
Is it a transgression
To love beyond the borders of yourself,
The hills and valleys of your palms?
Real love demands nothing.
Real love sees
And loves
And leaves no fingerprints.
Have I stolen something of you by looking?
Have I sullied something of you by caring?
Perhaps I should have shut my eyes
When tears threatened,
Perhaps I should have gotten up and walked into the rain
Before I was different and it was
Too late.
Perhaps there is nothing
I can give you
And I am only stepping closer to the day
I mar something lovely
That I was never meant to touch.

Dec 2014 Nicholas

Limitless

Dec 2014 Nicholas

Mikaila

Limitless

You, darling,
Are
Exquisite.
How odd that you believe
Everything can be named
When you are perhaps the most nameless thing I've ever seen
And stayed silent
In awe.

"They say that nameless things change constantly, that names fix them in place like pins." Holly Black

Dec 2014 Nicholas

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Dec 2014 Nicholas

Mikaila

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If ever there is a poem
I refuse to write out of consideration
For who might read it
And what they might think,
I have failed
And might as well stop there.
And so if my heart has the courage to feel
Anything
I honor it
By having the courage to say it.