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The Mellon
Poems
Jul 2017
Intensity
I spend time today staring into my wall.
I suppose I can give the ceiling a break.
I stared at that yesterday.
A part of me worries that my intensity might spark a fire in the wall and burn a hole.
Then I remember my intensity can't spark much of anything.
Be it love.
Be it fire.
I've stared into her eyes with a cousin of this same intensity.
One a little less
Gloomy.
I saw myself in her eyes.
Not because I belonged their,
But because her eyes were a mirror
Never letting me
In.
The funny thing is,
I like to think that if I write long enough
My romantic view of the world will
Blossom
Like a daisy.
Well.
It won't.
The world I live in is dark. The soil unfit
Unyielding.
If I try to dig down so I can plant,
My fingers scrape on broken glass-
Or was that a broken heart.
Hard to tell these days.
So I return to the wall.
Only when I burn my eyes at it all I can see is the fragments of my
Heart.
Thrown like throwing stars into the plaster.
Remnants of a heart broken one too many times.
Written by
The Mellon
21/M/USA
(21/M/USA)
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