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 Sep 2021 Thomas Mackie
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Sep 2021 Thomas Mackie
B
pastel
 Sep 2021 Thomas Mackie
B
at a pastel pool i saw you in the ripples
of the tide. you gave that winning smile
but i was too busy skimming stones to
fall for that trick again. the ground shifted
and the water rippled in every direction.
until, i stood facing you in faded technicolor. the red of my cheeks began rolling down my face like blood soaked tears and my skin grew even paler and the gold of my hair shed, leaving me a white haired medusa. i think you laughed but i couldn’t be sure. you are bright and alive now and laughing heartily on the banks. i do not know you, truly.
 Sep 2021 Thomas Mackie
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
 Sep 2021 Thomas Mackie
raphæl
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You are at times the sun
Shining white yet burning like fire
And at other, your are the moon
Glittering like gold and smiling cool...
It's been a miracle for me
To watch you every day
Though miles and miles away
Creating the magic of day
And night in my life !!
this thing we
choose
to call beautiful

he

takes his time and
stirs up still things
hidden inside
     to
exhaust the mind

then

settles down and
infests, but

come o beloveds of
darkness and decay

for day
    is near
inspired by the fragments of Sappho
 May 2021 Thomas Mackie
Gray
live
 May 2021 Thomas Mackie
Gray
i always wanted to be a fairy;
to be small,
skinny,
and free
to be able to fly,
soar through the clouds,
and touch the sun

i longed to be a vampire
so i could be beautifully pale,
survive on liquid alone,
and be asleep all day

i wished to be a zombie
so i didn’t have to eat,
so i could see my ribs,
and just rest in peace

i prayed to be a witch,
or a warlock;
make people see me for me,
and see me as a boy

i just want it all to get better
a wish list for the future, and a letter from the past
 May 2021 Thomas Mackie
Elliot
I am Frankenstein's Monster.
Only, I wear a veil.
It hides me from view.
Sometimes it slips,
reveals a glimpse of me.
People see, they run, they cry
...in horror.
I am Frankenstein's Monster.
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