Long Doorframe Poems

when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that
when I met you I was dying. I hadn’t eaten in...

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God doesn't take my hand because he's never let go. God Walks With Me more than I with him. God talks to me more than I listen. For the amount I hate myself it's twiceend...

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Oh wow. Oh great. Look over there. Quickly now. Come on. It is the mitigating migrating mammoth mansions. Brick by brick and bone by bone. In a line. Travelling. Traversing the plains, fields and mountains...

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Another overwhelming day passed in the pastures of plenty

The scene was tired and did not warrant a space on the news

Just one more place with no conscience for mind numbed souls

It was bitterly chilly and...

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My head rests on the doorframe, as I'm watching him at work.
I'm jealous of the devotion, and the motion of his hands,
much surprised at the green-eyed dragon that lurks within my mind, 
while he rubs...

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surely this had to be the moment of truth

he hit the closed door with a huge bang
headache clangour irresistible pain
he had not even been moving at great speed

but both coat of paint and skin
rubbed off...

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It came like a whisper
on wings too dirty for angels,
a fly with no gospel—
just bloodlust and fire.
I don’t remember the bite—
only the stories they told me—
the brain-boil, the silence
of a body already leaving, 
the baby...

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The sirens loudly sounded
I perked up in strange alert as my heart pounded.

My fingers grew cold
I wondered how long my breathing could hold,

A flood warning and a tornado on the ground
The eeriness was filled without...

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You are rock and bone,
sturdy eyes and heavy leaden shoes
line up by the doorframe like splinters.
The wood is peeling, and the 
stairs cave beneath our feet in surrender.
My papa’s new wife would place glass paperweights
on...

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dying to myself I saw
a shadow of a man

stranger to himself
plodding over salted pan

true heart lost forgotten
shriveled down a mossy well

a soul's darker midnight
a fearful wood both dank and fell

standing up for naught but living...

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Who the hell is Gordon Bennett
Some think there’s insanity
In the fact we call his name
As though it were profanity

Not so famous nowadays
As once he used to be
But still I call his name out
When a doorframe...

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Furrowed down deep within
Burrowed while walking in a crowd
Silencing my thoughts & opinions
For fear of drowning

Existing in a world where I don't belong
Except for the saving power of love
Sculpting angels from the earth
Breathing life into...

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My name is, and I find I'm nearly there
Breathing amidst life, not even the mirror stares
My name is, as I continue to wonder where
Breathing amidst life, I know their darkness dares

My name is, and I...

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The cat knows he will get food in eight minutes.
He is on the porch, quiet, waiting for the front door to open.
His dead mice are pushed up under the doorframe, stiff and headless, tails proud.
He...

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