"dehisce" poems
crashing waves, a siren call
though i don't need it, not at all
i come to you, my black abyss
pull me under, as i dehisce
i won't see you mourn for me
as i become the salt of the sea
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Whenever I heareth her voice
Or seeith her face;
I dehisce
Out of mine body, into holy grace.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication \Filipino rose dedication
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Crossroads of life
A bombilate jumbo.
Intersection of strife
Friction rub's its surface.
Prelude solitude
Is only the beginning.
Desolation, destitute
Needing more, and I'm not winning.
Buoyant, for my wife I do dehisce
Burping fondness as we both grow older.
Let the heat take us
Forget those nights
That got colder.
Tommorrow I do look forward
To.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
This is the wrong body
I'm not supposed to be like this
Why did my brain develop one way
It makes my soul dehisce.
I'm not who you see me as
Yes, not a girl
I am a man
Not a pretty little pearl.
But no matter how much I bind
My chest down to choking
My family buys me dresses
The dysphoria they're provoking
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC