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 Sep 2014 poetrygod
BarelyABard
You're the rarest of pieces,
          a limited edition of some
        beautiful puzzle.

Forgive me, my dear,

                   but I'm from a different puzzle...
                   Our pieces can touch,
but never truly fit...
 Sep 2014 poetrygod
BarelyABard
I was born in
chains
with the gavel hanging over my head;
you were born
free,
the ******* children of the dollar bill.

The seasons turn and you fasten the chains around yourself as I slip soundlessly through the bars.

We started on opposite sides of the board.
I look back as you sit in your cell.
Unaware,
while I run beyond the fence to a freedom you will never understand.
 Sep 2014 poetrygod
BarelyABard
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
but that shirt is hanging in my closet gathering dust with
all the other things I have left behind.
The love notes,
kisses for autographs and picturesque photographs
are packed in a box. forgotten, but always in reach.

I am looking through one way glass at the world,
screaming at the top of my lungs,
but no one can hear me
and I try so hard to get their attention...
The attention of those who are never worth it.

One foot stands in the cool breeze of loneliness like the maudlin moonlight of a midnight freedom
while the other stands in hopeful cecity to feel the warmth of lips on my cheek
or a hand lightly clutching mine...

I am stuck between universes,
like the space between dreams and the waking world.
Here I live and here I watch.

...perhaps I'll run into someone, someday...
your light brings
joy on a summer's night
playfully dancing in the dark

I am saddened by
your dimming light
as you approach eternal night

your life is finite
but the joy your light has brought
will burn through eternity
 Sep 2014 poetrygod
nivek
Shadows
 Sep 2014 poetrygod
nivek
we meet in shadows, and they seem light,
the light we search, the light in shadows
I see you there, I really do, I know we touch,
and I know we part, to touch again,
Shadows are not so dark....
Show not their thinnest trace
let the words wear a happy face
how harsh may be the day’s living
hide the tears and broken wing!

Write me one sunshine poem
for my day dwindling in burning flame
needs your ink to see me through
by words beaming with lights of you!
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