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Musing Over Edges Poem
Open death's eyes.
Can you see
under the parting
of life's hidden lies?
I stood there
fragile and frail
two steps shy
of death's door
awaiting for you to see
how you poisoned me
I saw you on my plate,
tasted you through the food.
I couldn't stand the bitterness,
so I spit you out
and starved myself
I'm skinny on life now
unsure how to eat these thoughts
that consume my mind
and be full again
on love, life or anything
Does that make you proud?
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Musing Over Edges Poem
She sits
in the corner
like little jack did,
but she eats poetry instead,
it's the only taste she knows
They don't understand
this language
they call her own
but the poets will
if they unfold these words
of tightfisted paper balls
that scatter the corner
like crumbs
Yet she sits
in the corner alone
hoarding her words
in silence
and she eats all the poetry
so no one knows
except the poet inside
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Musing Over Edges Poem
A tuck,
a fold
beneath the sheets
of the ghost
that holds my mind.
A toss,
a turn
under what covers me,
colors me the same
shade of white.
A rock,
a gasp
of wind
that steals my breath,
beneath the weight of dreams.
A chill,
a sweat
within the touch
of the danger
lying next to me.
A scream,
a silence
that hushes me awake,
flushes me red.
A toss,
a turn,
a kick
to the ghost
that holds me tight.
A tuck,
a fold
within
the edges of my mind.
A crease,
a drop,
a stain
of blood already drained.
A snip,
a stitch
into the seams of darkness.
A rise,
a fall
of another day,
another year gone by.
A shovel,
a hoe
to dig the grave
and bury my ghost
deep within my mind.
A paper,
a pen
to write his name,
then color it blank.
A gasp,
a cough
to clear the air
so I can breath again.
A glance,
a stare
he's still here.
A tuck,
a fold,
a toss,
a turn
beneath the sheets
of the ghost that holds my mind.
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Musing Over Edges Poem
If I could walk
atop wisps of clouds
wait there until dusk
and grab the first star
that dared to outshine me
I would
but only for you
If I could be the wind
touching you
every minute
of every day
as it whispers
in a way
that tosses
all your fears away
I would
but only for you
If I could
create a masterpiece
with words pressed
against a canvas
that erupt
with the beauty
of a rainbow
just so you could see
what you mean to me
I would
but only for you
if I could
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Musing Over Edges Poem
Through temporary delusion
of make believe love I stumbled
In dreams, to arms of illusion
tripping on deceit I tumbled
Your words begged me to follow you
through the allure of moonbeam trails
A kiss of honey suckled dew
your whispers gliding on night's sails
Fingers trembling in desired lust
bodies arcing within breath's sighs
Shadows pulsing forward in thrust
climax erupting in dawn's rise
You became the threads of darkness
my emptiness stitched in your seams
Alive only in the starkness
sewn in the make believe of dreams
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