Mildew Poems - Poems about Mildew

... The mark of water is an empty void. It washes clean. It slips through fingers, It has no cup, leaves no trace For it is the primordial spark, the fountainhead of life, the matter and medium ......

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... I. He lives inside me, not sleeping—just leaning against the dark rafters of my chest. A moss-backed troll I call him Atlas, though he looks more like the rock in his garden— He kee......

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...On a dusky evening long time ago, When shadows huddled at every corner, When rain had gone and birds had roosted, You held me close and whispered in my ear; “In your eyes I see, th......

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... "Though old and dilapidated, one's dear home can never be empty. It will be full of memories- sweet and sour- a snapshot out of time that talks aloud of happy memories. Even amid the hovering gloom......

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... the heat presses down like a drunk cop’s boot, metal fences shiver in the sticky Florida sun, concrete walls spit their old secrets at you, black mildew crawls across everything, like it's aliv......

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...They are too foggy, Dreams, visions, etc.; I don’t know, I don’t remember, but o’ wait! Yes, a distinct memory. I started remembering words hoarse, dry words mixed with the lemon......

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...Can you taste the decay on my tongue? Can you see the rotting of my soul on my face? Can you smell the cologne, mildew in homes long abandoned? Can you hear the walls I’ve built creaking against t......

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...I am Love, Love is I Freefalling, below the sky Slow rotting, I know it's time Unthawing, my countless eyes Still wonder, who am I Authentic, no disguise Heart empty, I hope it's lies I illumi......

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...Coal tar zombie mouth leaks town gas syrup Meat hook telegraphy indicator cameras hypnagogic Liverwurst elegy beneath the frosting Cinderblock reverie churns with mildew Manus? Grilled chees......

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...• I open the fridge and what do I see? • A jar full of mildew waiting for me • Out of the jar and into the sink • For one, the jar has mildew and smells really stink ......

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... Every day I awake in a place where the sky is a mist mourning sleep. I stumble on a tower— leaning, broken, alone. Its stones call my name like someone trying to rouse me, like someone who’s ......

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... Afternoon ember flare coddles forest Nodule noses, from dark bark eyes sap drips Naked soldiers, Summer’s subside promised Farewell foliage, spun fairy floss gossip ......

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... I can hear the echoes of footsteps, at times the rattling of iron bars, but my thoughts are too loud, repeating in this dim and disturbed mind. My rage used to punch all four walls, hoping c......

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...Yearning for what once was Take me to a time of love that once was A simpler time just me and you Sitting under the sun Daisies a few Mildew a plenty Rivers flowing free without any envy D......

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...The in between years The un-handed mallet, laying without consience. The smiling, changing expression of freinds past, in defiance. That moment, sinking amongst dead feathers. The call of the cl......

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