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Miggy Lomeli Poem
I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,
I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,
I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage
What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.
A slash here and a slash there,
What happened in the past?
A slash here and there,
Soon the memories don't last.
Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges
keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.
Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges
And I don't care if I go to deep.
One scar closer to a never ending dream,
I don't care if I go to deep.
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Miggy Lomeli Poem
Ocean waves go on,
showing my Internal sand.
Washed up waste remains.
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Miggy Lomeli Poem
Another night I'm awaken by her sight,
See her smile, hear her soft subtle sound.
My time of peace is replaced by lies
That cause the water that drowns
What was just a peaceful face.
I feel the hole in my heart
And the horrible grasp of this fate.
As a fish out of water, falling apart,
Gasping for that presence to my avail.
How the heart bleeds for its repair
To restore this ship and sail.
With tragedy pumping through these oars,
depression deep on deck with remorse.
Lays this once fierce battleship
On the shores of my bedroom,
A soon apparition in the mist
As my siren that caused all this
Copyright © Miggy Lomeli | Year Posted 2014
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Miggy Lomeli Poem
Whenever I'm alone or feel sad,
Depressed, I go online to see your name,
Erases faces of the past
And it grows once more this flickering flame.
How the simplest of things can fix a frown
And rearrange it to a crescent that's blessed,
By an image of she or the name that sounds
Peacefully in ones mind to be kept.
Oh how I must confess a little burn it brings,
Not seeing thee near or around,
But when I do birds begin to sing
And all my happiness bursts out.
One day when it all settles down...
I hope you acknowledge this joy I've found.
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Miggy Lomeli Poem
violent bristles of the tree
equal to my hearts state,
rattling,with images of she
how can one accomodate .
it seems absurd to rearrange,
ones palace of boundless love.
to make any simplistic change
causes crying like of a dove.
seasons always shift too late
always like ones personality,
a palace door that locks its gate ,
as ours to theirs open casually.
new beginnings arent at ease
always something to be apeased,
So let it surely be another good night.
For my angel that places me in misery.
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Miggy Lomeli Poem
Sound of the clock escalates louder,
The fly is becoming my main interest.
Lost and loaded, no trace of powder,
Anxiety wreck I detest.
Memories flaunt in my head,
The wings flap a bit harder.
Ticking progresses and hits dead,
frozen to be slaughtered.
Eyes don't hesitate to not blink,
Images are blurred.
Don't bother to think,
All this from one word.
Soliloquy moment that questions my sane,
Smiling to realize that words your name.
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Miggy Lomeli Poem
What do you do when the river has run dry,
When there is no more blood to bleed,
No more tears to weep,
Alone in the bend waiting to die.
You can imagine things will get better,
A flow of light to guide you through.
Or face the realities of waste rather
Than try to row the dirt quite so.
Yet I am one with the bend still,
Both hollowed out and left for starvation
Of love in loveless quicksand til,
we reach a point of suffocation.
And realize the same fate we have if we
wait,
To be rescued, a horrible mistake making
death late.
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