"morphous" poems
As I fell into the immaculate spiral of being
I found, in light, the stunning sensation of meaning
I lacked only the need to articulate
For I was the Love, the Pain, the Hate.
I was rocked, gently in a morphous womb,
Swayed and cradled by the room
She held and sung me lullabies,
To my fears, I said my goodbyes.
I opened my chest like a double-door,
And absorbed the sunshine, evermore.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
when i met you, i said goodbye.
it was a process but your soft embrace opened the doors to me.
opened the doors to be closed to the rest.
we are morphous small creatures.
we melted together and then apart.
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i have been thinking about memorials a lot recently. the endings of eras. the constitutions of hearts and heartbreaks.
a memorial to the closeness once felt with family.
a memorial of a love that was once so strong.
i have already said goodbye to my heart— buried it under raw, cold ground.
it’s ****** pumps slowing down and spurting mellifluously. sweet waif of a heart.
i have already said goodbye to my heart.
but i can’t seem to say goodbye to you.
(are we done//am i done for)
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC