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Marquis Green Jul 2016
I started to feel safe,
When I remember what the world taught me,
Simple lessons to catch meager drifts,
The simplest of emotions to see.
The caverns of poetry locked under my skin,
Spread like dust over a starry night canvas,
What have we made by falling in love,
With desperate breaths to understand the moon.
I pulled your breath under my tongue to taste your need for solitude.
I kept your heartbeat between my eyelids so i wouldn't have to feel what it was like to blink and miss you in an instant.  
Every time I close my eyes,
I remember what silence felt like in your arms and I want the night to hold that darkness so I never have to blink again.
Maybe I won't have to think if all I see is the night,
Maybe I won't have to let this moment end and maybe I'm better off never trying to put our stars together.
The sky stays black as I move our constellations together,
And the world orbits around me and what we used to be.
One of the first poems that I used to define my style of writing and really get in tune with themes and the use of the english language to set up parallel motives within each sentence.

Every word and syllable is crafted to deliver this poem.
Marquis Green Jun 2016
Draw into the hope of a missing river,
Forever forgetting forever isn't for everyone.
I wish I had another choice in the city full of choices,
I wish I had another city in the world full of cities.
I see these cities as see through seas untamed by those who see me as an uncalmable tide.
At the midnight calling, I become uncontrollable.
Like the statue, I collect and decay through natural forces,
Like the status,
I force nature to collect and decay.
Poetic justice,
No this just is poetic.
Moments put into words that give rise to the false trigger of five senses that the consensus claims can't be sensed through anything but reality.
The dream through words escapes the world in which limits are locked to five senses.
Nonsense to university,
No sense to individuality.
This creates the individual.
And their spirit lives in the flow of the Phoenix song,
Lamented in the night air.

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