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My, Hands are Air , words are river , Imagination is cleaver . -=] Enough I am Comfortable [=-
19/Non-binary/USA
Drysten is a 19 year old amateur poet with a thing for the darker side and the truth
16/M
Never break bond not worth breaking it for someone and not worth breaking it for.
Poems
Kurt Philip Behm May 2022
City Hawk
Kurt Philip Behm
May 2022
From the top of Penn Center
he chose his first victim
Twenty stories up
as the train rolls below
A solitary pigeon
breaks free of the pack
Its eyes focused downward
for scraps that might show
His wings ever silent
with talons extended
At over a hundred
he drops from the sky
The prey in his clutches
a nest on the spire
where eyas sit waiting
—their mouths open wide
(16th & JFK Boulevard-Philadelphia: May, 2022)
he chose his first victim
Twenty stories up
as the train rolls below
A solitary pigeon
breaks free of the pack
Its eyes focused downward
for scraps that might show
His wings ever silent
with talons extended
At over a hundred
he drops from the sky
The prey in his clutches
a nest on the spire
where eyas sit waiting
—their mouths open wide
(16th & JFK Boulevard-Philadelphia: May, 2022)
Eleanor
Mar 2019
The amount of pain you give to me is equivalent to the amount of love I feel for you. This suffering of my wounds, starving heart, and bleeding flesh! Imagine! The eagle that now has an empty nest, her eyas’ all gone, do you think when my kisses leave your neck and my smell changes to mortality and monotony, that we will miss each other? I, at 16, will miss you. Everything I promised all those years, if they don’t come to pass, know I still meant them when I said them. Your hand will be in mine, forever 16, when we are 32, and your body isn't near. Kiss your children’s heads and remember what we were going to name ours. Don’t hesitate to call me. The 16 year old is waiting, but I no longer am. Remember me! Please! Remember me! I’m screaming, clawing, begging! There she is. Call me?