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Dylan Quesinberry Poem
Love such as this is virulent.
Caustic and toxic, this love burns my innards.
I burn for you.
I need no antidote.
This love is worth the pain.
Your venomous tongue lashes me.
Words cannot hurt me now.
Your eyes petrify me, Medusa.
But my advances will not be halted.
I need my venomous fix.
My blood boils,
Ready for your poison to contaminate.
Copyright © Dylan Quesinberry | Year Posted 2016
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Dylan Quesinberry Poem
I am a shard,
Remnant of a broken family portrait.
Jagged and rough,
But oddly complete
I am a shard,
Shattered platter at supper.
Lamb is the main course,
A sacrificial offering to mend what was
I am a shard,
No longer complete.
My jagged edges
Sever all mutual emotion
I am a shard,
Translucent and brittle.
My hard exterior is see-through
And I break easily.
Copyright © Dylan Quesinberry | Year Posted 2016
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Dylan Quesinberry Poem
With trembling heart in hand
I come to you.
A chamber is missing,
Can you help me find it?
Quickly now,
I’m bleeding out.
A black hole resides inside of me.
Long ago,
This bleeding heart was pure.
But the blackness has spread.
Dark infection coats
This bleeding heart.
So come, please,
Purify this bleeding heart.
Fill this hateful void
That consumes me.
Quickly now,
I’m bleeding out.
Copyright © Dylan Quesinberry | Year Posted 2016
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Dylan Quesinberry Poem
In my slumber I am wide awake,
Though my restless mind is tired.
A wall of sleep
Beckons.
Behind it I reside.
My dreams are filled
With still shots of your smile.
So please,
For my sake,
Do not oblige.
I do not wish to rise today.
Copyright © Dylan Quesinberry | Year Posted 2016
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