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Best Poems Written by Avery Sturgis

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Spring During the Winter

spring peaceful nostalgia

Beautiful spring day
Yet out of season
Loving nostalgia
Drawing me into embrace.
Warm buttery sunshine
Dollop of ecstasy
Cascading over my back
Raining down like home and joy and peace.
Collapsing gently to the ground,
Stretching to feel green-gold earth
Beneath my fingertips
Chiming symphonies draw my notice.
As I lay there,
Still,
Feeling and listening
To the soft breezes
That the rest of the world
Perceived as gustings
Of
Wind.

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Napowrimo Day4: the Surrealism In Heartbreak

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Adveristy
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Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship

Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display.

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Napowrimo Day5: Myth's Passing

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Ancient powers forever lost
Mourn their passing
When time stands still.
Wander over hill and dale
March along the river's edge
On no occasion to be found.
Again, sweet song sung by the water
Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore.

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Napowrimo Day2: the Eloquence of the Poet

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Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings,
Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?

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Napowrimo Day1: Time's Eternal Cycle

NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMoDay1 Carcass death time

Death and life, 
Time slips past
As one ends, yet another begins:
Carcasses are left to rot,
While their counterpart is all but forgot.
Yet why the difference in care,
Between mortality's apprentice
And life's most fair?

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Young Love

Young Love puppy love youth love

Young love, fleeting like snowdrops

Melting snowflakes in the spring

One moment there and the next gone

Made more beautiful in its foolish haste

But also branding perpetual scars.

Some cannot break free from these old chains

Others simply wither away

Yet still there are those 

Fighting the dazzling flame with passion undeniable

Carried on the ephemeral wind.

Their feelings sweep away all doubts.

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Parade of Time

Something broken,
Something lost
Til what they found
They paid the cost.

Never moving,
Always bitter
What caused this pain
Still, I shiver.

Once shining and glimmer
Now hangs,
Becoming still and dimmer.

Forever wander,
Lost little one,
Never straying from the path
The rest of us look on in wonder
Til the little one is gone at last.

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Napowrimo Day3: Echo's Response

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Looking down from the edge of the world,
I hear screams and a cry for help;
Wanting to reassure a tormented soul, I replied with a soothing tone,
An ache in my heart as I embrace it's suffering;
You found peace and comfort in yourself,
Leaving me behind, I fade away with a sigh;
I am always with you even if you do not see me,
I am always here for you even if you do not hear me.

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Processing

Sturdy oak creaks as my weight shifts, hands tangling in my hair.

My chair scrapes hardwood as I begin to pace.

Processing... Processing...

The flickering lamp casts strange shadows on the walls.

I sit back down. I can’t possibly write this standing up.

You always ask me how I’m processing.

What am I supposed to say?

My scattered brain races to form coherent thoughts over that thing on the wall laughing,

Twisting tick, tick, tick, tock ticking away at my sanity.

My mind stumbles to form thoughts beneath its rhythm.

That I’m disobeying my God for you,

That I’m risking my soul, that I'm going this far for you,

And yet, I want to do it again?

My pen spins until my fingers fumble and a line of ink mars the page.

It smudges the more I try to erase what I can’t possibly put into words.

Because I like what we do—

I like how you make me feel,

I like you—

but I can’t tell how you feel,

so I keep...

I stand too quickly, my chair toppling from the force.

The floor creaks as I pace back and forth,

Images of rough hands and soft kisses following me around the room.

That torturing timepiece on the wall mocks me, tick, tick, tick, tock taunting my lack of focus.

Processing... Processing...

I pick up the pen, hesitate, put it down, then pick it back up again.

My eyes squeeze shut as I hunch over damned words.

I refuse to go that far, even though I yearn to

Burning the oil won’t keep my lantern lit, but I’m tempted by our flash flame.

I yearn to give it all up; I refuse to forsake Him.

So then...how do I keep you?

Ink isn’t the only thing staining the paper now.

My eyes sting, my throat closes up.

My grip on the pen tightens as I make myself continue to write.

I feel hypocritical so I’m—

I look to the ceiling as the emotions overwhelm,

And a flash of silver catches my eye.

The mirror on the desk shows mottled cheeks.

I turn it away.

Processing... Processing...

I crumple the paper, toss it with the others in the trash.

Maybe I’ll find peace of mind this way.

I haven’t let go of my instinct of self-preservation,

His instinct for soul-preservation,

so I keep processing...

Grabbing a fresh sheet of paper,

My hand trembles as I put my chewed pen to the new page.

Processing..... Processing.......

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Affliction

"You don't know what it's like" 

That's what I say, 

“I want to be like everyone else.” 

I know that sounds naive. 

Tell me though, do they all feel like this 

Lead, heavy and hot and useless 

Times of wild deception, 

Feverish highs that are quietly followed  

By wind-stealing blows 

 

"You don't know what it's like" 

That's what I say 

“You don't want to be like everyone else.” 

These devastating, tricky mind games 

Sight blurring and fading and I think I’m seeing stars. 

I want to scream, so fiercely,  

That it’s stuck, 

Lodged in my throat 

I could not get the breath to speak anyway 

 

"You don't know what it's like" 

That's what I mumble 

I want to be like everyone else! 

I try telling myself that it isn’t real 

Maybe I made up the headaches,  

This crushing weight in my chest 

I'm so frightened, "What if I did not?" 

How do I know if this is simple illusion? 

If this ceaseless, black terror is a fraud? 

 

"You don't know what it's like" 

That is what I wail, 

Now I am hoping for this all to be a dream 

So what if I want to be like someone else?  

Can't you see? 

I am just a shell,  

A fragment of who I was. 

Even if I could save myself, 

I can never return to who I used to be 

 

The shaky emptiness that felt like a blessing 

But now I fear letting go  

The pain of these howling emotions swarms my heart! 

 

...But if that's what I chose?  

Could I ever recover? 

From the shattered shards of who I would be  

The best choice is to let my consciousness fade 

 

As I ask myself, "Did you ever know what it's like?"