Time Anxiety Poems

it's quite good actually
Jericho likes it - proud of it
but i'm struggling not to giggle
as i lie on the bed in the middle
of the night

my...

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The grass on the field has been mowed 
To my eyes and senses it's lovely 
Buttercups still cluster near hedges 
It smells beautiful 
Birds are...

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We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds... 
making us fear...

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We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds... 
making us fear...

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I have unpoetic thinking at times
half thoughts that hang in the air
like a welcoming noose
trying to kid you into position 
or perhaps the reverse 
some...

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*Dear No One*

In the silence, I whisper your name
A echo of memories, a heart in flames
I search for solace, a refuge from pain
But like the...

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I can't remember when the last time i was happy. 
I mean I don't even know the feeling or if there's any left in me.
what...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.

Sophocles, Greek Poet

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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand...

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Where to run?
There's nowhere to go
Where to hide?
I can't go below

I cry, I cry
I sigh, I sigh

The world's a mess
As am I 
So when I'm...

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We are losing daylight 
Carry on, carry on
I've not yet chosen
Whether darkness
Lightens my load
Conversations 
Float on air
Perhaps me to me
There is no right
Nor wrong 
When...

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The end of April.
Awareness fades.
For most, but for us?
We watch the seasons change, but are silent.
Sadly, when it heats up,
Awareness seems to burn up too.
You...

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Hermit crab human scuttling about
In my new life. Ill fitting suit.
Like wearing your mother's clothes -
Clip clopping around the kitchen...
High heals filled with little feet...
And...

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Maybe I walk in your shoes,
Perhaps you sleep like my loops,
Probably, this is an unimaginable satire,
Inside your head, I can never born again and be...

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The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old
is none other than the anguishing thought,
we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost;
daily unrest triggers the...

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THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA

   narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
   are tangled and detangled in the threads of time 
...

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