Best Interior Poems

Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.

I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking recklessly,
leaving me behind in the slow lane -
and I'm running out of fuel.

I'm a vehicle of flashbacks from flashlights,
fatigued from...

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There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a decision, my mind puts up a roadblock.
There's no symbiosis between them, nor a willingness to agree.
Each day is a struggle...

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Interior Landscapes: The Border Collie

It is the country of fallow fields in
my dream, our car pulls off the road 
beside a fenced in area...

The grass is tall and merciful there.

In this field, a border collie runs at top
speed back and forth.

My soul knows the dog as my dog who
died years before.

My heart bounds, I alight...

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The shaded truth is hard to catch
Since color's so easy to patch  
A licensed MD
Has the odd luck to see
The carpet and drapes might not match...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.

Newborn bid...

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Interior

The glass shades hang on chains
A thin glowing light begins to fill
Creating shadows in the room
Across the pictures on the wall
Weddings of children flown
How lonely now you have become 

The needles click against the clock
Your concentration is complete
Lips deployed to count the loops
Tight as your corner where 
Your chair is drawn to feel the heat

Sharp...

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MANIC DEPRESSION

There is a well of blackened brine, 
That knows no dell of air or sunshine, 
A volatile fire, it consumes the heart, 
The mind, the spirit, it rends apart.
And when the hell spawn is loosened in the night, 
Beneath the mad moon, bereft of hope, and stripped of light, 
The long, corridor where candles...

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Everyone thinks, it's all there is.
all that's different & special, they miss.
they think there's nothing more to her,
& all their visions are in a blur.


Why can't they see pass her pretty face?
Why not see that she's unique in so many ways?
If only they know she's an art,
then they can fully see her True Heart.


They only...

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Standing on my head
looking up at the trees
and the sparkling sky

When it’s dark I don’t see
the ship float by nor
the tsunami sea

Upside-down women
on either side
of cotton candy eventide

When the light’s bright
palms and ferns come to life
tickling my soles

and I am able 
to rearrange the houseplants
with my toes

How much harder it is
to apprehend the tossed high...

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The interior landscape

Here in the landscape of bushes and crippled trees
silence speaks of the final peace.
Grotesque dead trees with grey boughs stretching upward
appealing to a fairytale God: 
“Give us today a new life.”
There is only one god with many names
you can`t trust him to hear your whisper in the wind.
Those who do not understand this...

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INTERIOR SPRING 


                               spring carpet in teal
            chirping of tea pot ~ sipping
fresh air...

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THE ART OF PATIENT WAITING


The art of waiting only comes eventually
After days to decades of practical practice
Staying in limbo, whether still or pacing:
As looking down the line of tracks for 
An awaited train; as in a stretched-neck 
Waiting to merge into traffic; like gauging the run
Of a line by counting the number of people
Ahead; and...

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Morning grace blessed 
Opening of flowers and throats
Sweet tinges of loving awakening 
A hero call heard in the mind of man
Wheels tumbling to reach their spot
Competition, aggression, pushing, phallic 
The soft light caresses all dark interiors 
As metal clangs cement 
As graves are posted and slagged

Deep within the murky interior 
Sea water holds molten organs...

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At rock-bottom is my self-image
I dejectedly walk on life-road
My own self I often disparage
And so carry mentally a heavy load
I try to build up enough courage
But I am unable to find a mode
Deep regrets, my thoughts keep
Steep agony in life I ever reap
Peep into my mind to know I weep
Why is gloom in my custody
Known...

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If your motives are ulterior,
Then, hatch them in The Interior
Where the Blame-Worthy is senior 
And the Praise-Worthy junior;
But your gain: Satan’s hysteria,
In hospitals Fresh Diphtheria,
The Ulterior makes The Inferior
Hardly, The Ulterior superior:
The by-nature meant for the rear, 
Coastal regions and ones by a ria 
Welcoming Sacrifice to Fear…

If your motives aren’t The Ulterior,
Yourself produce at...

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