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Early in the morning,
Laying in bed,
light washing over me,
thoughts floating in my head.

Wondering what it’d be like,
Doubt seeps like morning glow.
What could I say to him?
What might he never know?

- Lost in Translation
I miss the me I used to be
I miss the things I've done
The walks, the talks
The laughing thoughts
The drinks, the intense fun
feeling nostalgic, going through the inevitable thought process that I am indeed beginning to leave my youth behind
 Aug 2021 Anthony Pierre
Sophie
They asked me
''How did you get over him?''
''How did you get over him so quickly?"
I smiled and I laughed
A crazy laugh
I cried and I laughed
A silent cry
A crazy laugh
I told them
"I tricked my heart into believing that I didn't  need him."
The brain knows the truth, the heart is a sucker for love songs.
Stanley Yelnats and Zero
Break the ancient curse

Things sometimes get better
Things sometimes get worse

The Irish doctors healed my son
That lovely Irish nurse!

Merlin is getting younger
He can time reverse

                  Arthur!
101
upon urinating                
                          in a lampless alleyway
my body cools                
       and i note
                                             the night summer wind
a pleasure
i recall the senses                
              of summers previous
Rough date of event - end of July
 Aug 2021 Anthony Pierre
evolove
Some people are so busy living a LIE.
That they don't have time for the TRUTH.
God saves.
Not man enough for me, Adam
Your garden brings me grief
He opened up his darksome gates
And granted me sweet relief

Poison apple sits heavy
From lush tree to teeth
To caught in your throat
But alas Eve was the thief

My children are set free
Roaming in the shadows
I am not a grieving woman
But I am a widow
You replaced the sun many years ago
An ideal apparition of you floating
My central perfection to dance around
A love that one could only dream about
Now I can only see you when I dream

The claws of fate play the harp beautifully
Leaving me often in shambles and unruly
To fantasies over adoration so wasted
The candles in my shrine now dust
The mechanics inside of me all rust

You brush the hair from her eyes
And lines grow and I go grey
This wound doesn't seem to heal
No matter how many times I've spun
Around you with your arms crossed
Fixation
False prophet
Following
Sweating
Showering
Salivating
Submissive

Clutch your cross
Getting nailed
Deep breaths
Derailed

Worshiped
Leather licked
Rebuked
Invoked
Delivered
Baptized
Kept
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