Dark Repetition Poems

Do you love me
Do I even care
Care enough to find out
Care because I should
Should I ask you
Should you respond
Respond to my question
Respond with the truth
Truth...

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Sorrow is part of life
Faced by all in some way
But hope can still be found  
Through our daily struggles
We find strength all around

Sorrow is...

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I want to hold your hand when we walk
I want to need to stop just so we can talk
I want to lose all my sleep...

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You are the night 
that makes pupils dilate,
illuminates the stars,
and conceals mistakes.

You are the night 
that renders silence 
a piercing, echoing,
dizzying, ring.

You are the night...

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There’s a loneliness to her style, it’s true.
No sense of direction or means of success.
A cautionary tale for men with no clue. 

With icy tone...

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This storys old but I will tell it anyways 
What’s brewing is the same speech I gave myself yesterday
I'm using old material
And it's not even...

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You can rip my heart out,
Stamp upon the ground,
Give it an hour,
Returned loving sounds.

Lost and found,
Where shall I lay?
Give and take,
Content on either way.

Remaining in...

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How can you be ice and fire at the same time?
How can you be docile and fierce at the same time?
How can you smile and...

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When death, like silence 
Creeps into or sleepy lives

We feel the moorings untie 
The threads that tangle our lives

We feel the currents of emotion upend...

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Pushing past fear
Pushing past obligatory oblivion
Pushing past this pain's sphere

Trying to feel things never felt before 
Never know or seen in darkness desires 
Trying to...

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In the book of fire 
& 
all that blazes
In the words of praises, 
Burning fast
They are hard bright
…it blares white.

This is my desire 
But...
What is...

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I hear your laughter through the walls.
I hear you hiss to try and make me small.
I see your shadows in dark light.
I feel your movements...

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Back when I was a youngish man
this was a tale I heard,
and thinking back upon in now,
just makes it seem absurd.
It was about a truck-driver
out...

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whims may become a blessing or a curse
pushing one toward certain ruin or worse
drinking from the deep well of evasion
well versed in dark practices of...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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