Eleanor Rigby Mar 2015
I can't sleep tonight;
I am longing for a message.

BL Jul 2015
I can see the stars tonight.*

I can see the moon

I can see the dark sky.

I can see the clouds, as it covers my eyes.

I can see everything from where I stand.

But why...

Why can I see the stars tonight, and not you?

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Meditating in the carnage,
my core's cyanide became
warm milk before bed. My carcass
coexisted in inconsistent comfort, that
safety untouched like internal feelings.
Unstable caramelized eyes watered down to a
wary hazelnut from lack of love, the way the
phone screen glows white to gray at 4 AM.
Aching in agony; pins and needles
prick my bones tonight, as
my mouth is sewn with graphite-
I love using metaphors, similes, etc for poems.... This one took an odd turn...
All feedback is welcome!
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