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  Aug 2018 reverie
Red Brush
Burning skies at sunset lay;
With embers golden hid from me.
Her silhouette stood in the way
A far more perfect sight to see.
reverie Aug 2018
in a world filled with
hypotheticals
and ethical dispensables

we learn what's right
trusted, tried

still doing deeds
unjustified

it's okay, you know
it's alright
making mistakes is part of the ride
everyone lies
running off in fright sometimes

doesn't make you less worthy
or less qualified
you see, putting those
so called
imperfections aside:

the concept of failure is an illusion
taught to you by people trying to prove things
it's time to wake up from this delusion

you're lovely
and worthy
even amidst all confusion  

so fail on forward
hang in there
with fierce resolution
  Aug 2018 reverie
emnabee
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
reverie Aug 2018
too cold for you here
don't look at me
my dress is too sheer
honestly

i fear

can't you hear

cause you
my dear
make my breathing sizzle
make my heartbeat fizzle

taking down my last frontier
reverie Aug 2018
sealed under an iron oath
signed out by our own accord
nothing much we could be hoping for

dusted
ligatures of our time
dematerializing right before my eyes

lost
between desert outskirts
and your desperate, sobbing words

still
tides of love and warmth
wash me back to our earth
your shadow glazing
comforting
and open arms,
this time unarmed
leaving us bare
and for once
unharmed

what we were
and what will be
no mountain or sea
would dare endanger
you know this
we’ve always been of a somewhat stranger flavor

a bond forged with urgent certainty
and our skin melting as one
fevering in boiling burgundy
tirelessly
under this dried out sun
reverie Aug 2018
around my neck
your lilac mark

crown of salty skin and crust
rendezvous mute rush and lust

i am a wrung out work of art
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