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August Child Poem
You smell like an unfamiliar address, and
I look like a stranger with perpetual eyes
I wait for the rain like I wait for you
in mid-July, but it's summer now.
You look like a poem, and I sound
like a song; long stolen. I write letters
addressed to unfamiliarity
and blame you for everything else
I'm still nine at heart, getting lost
with people around. You're twenty-six years away
searching for me in a different crowd.
If I didn't look like a stranger, perhaps
You would've found me by now.
I still taste half rotten and blame you for
everything else.
Copyright © august child | Year Posted 2024
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August Child Poem
So, when everyone dies breathing
I hold my mind and start screaming.
Maybe,
Maybe, someone who's restless
would hear me, find me, save me.
Maybe,
Maybe, they'd take me out of here.
In the woods, the silence runs.
Maybe,
Maybe, it loses but doesn't stop.
In my mind, somewhere there's
that silence running still.
The rains drop wet on the floor.
The forests are quite, quiet.
I hope there's someone restless out there
someone who breathes life.
Copyright © august child | Year Posted 2024
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August Child Poem
discarded kites cemented on trees and
abandoned playgrounds with broken swings
must have been brothers in another life
with a mother who wasn't theirs
and a father who wasn't home
or were they calamitous lovers
the sun, and the moon
only to realise one is inferior; sun is a star too
or
or did they trade their lives for love
did they ever meet again?
someone is certainly exceeding me and
im certainly falling behind
were we, vulgar strangers
in our forgone lives?
indifferent because our similarities didn't echo
i don't know about you
but i must have been a madman
roaming around with a longing to be found
can a universe apart bring
you together if you're meant to be?
Copyright © august child | Year Posted 2024
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August Child Poem
stolen lipsticks, and your perfume strawberries that you resent you grow older every june and i've stopped ageing ever since the first thing i did to you -- bruise you for nine months i was detached from you the moment they cut your umbilical cord first scar on my body i didn't know how to ride a bicycle your tears -- heavier than rain was everything my fault? i left your womb when i was one day old i haven't been home ever since
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