Edvard Munch Poems - Poems about Edvard Munch

Turpentine waters of paranoia ripple beneath an opaque surface, merging with the burnt umber sun, ravenously setting over the savage distance. Did the earth just crack open within its core...? An ungovernable fear hastens— up my spine ...

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Not reflected in glass, though bathed in light I'm always only inches from the long dark night No certainty of self will I ever amass Though bathed in light, not reflected in glass The shadow of the frame falls on my spine It bolsters me up, stops me losing my mind Wrongly placed shadows in the darkness I claim Falls on...

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our joy creates spaces in the earth looking closely shows all those cut out hollows made by something else the moon sears away the leaves tresses tossed in the wind scratch wave & sky but our light shines on ...

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hear me out or don't it matters not ~ this recall isn't due to promises made to you for in the far away mind weighted and still spaces...

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"show me your face" growls subside upon revelation does your countenance veil mine? I see beyond sight and temporality still full of sorrow, though drawn in indisputably realised in your embrace no knowledge of how long I'd been adrift but right here, now, I cling to you I hold this moment with tenderness the essence of everything I crave to entrust...

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what percentage of the sun is madness ~ of the all consuming doesn't care less kind are we even talking percentages ...

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Hill sides Sides at all Distances Perspectives skew them Maybe I'm sat here looking out Or sat within imagining out Because out is where we drift I want to be carried away But I'm the part that lingers Like the train smoke Contained so beautifully As it should be Lasting for no longer than necessary Presumed to join the clouds But caught in the trees Where I can be...

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cut into wood ...

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forever forward motion yet we feel swept off our feet all of it is true of course just as the mud is picturesque from afar ...

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The sediment courses with questionable energy, murky and conspiratorial...

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some of those stones have dreams they watch every night thinking someone just like them paved a path to the moon it looks that way ~ so possible but long ago, they sunk into the sediment there's no movement there anchored unreassuringly to the sea...

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there's always a hand in mine anchoring me solidly to the ground like additional gravity liable to crush my bones if a feather's...

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reflections of water shadow ripples they draw you in make you want to leap in find a portal for something to change whether that's fundamentally or you...

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(select all), (delete) that's sometimes the feeling of a reflection the notion of who you are brought into chaos or calm is that me...

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comprehension lingers just outside the frame I'm conscious I linger just inside meaning cannot be construed by looking at the linear piece by piece connected time to occupied space to empty space ...

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