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Over My Soul

It’s fitting, these murmurs They build to a crescendo A series of starts and stops This jockeying for position Fragmentary at best These squalid arguments In a room built for sound Acoustically speaking Not the anger of years Threaded into its fabric That’s only in my mind Twisted facade tempered thin These theoretical whimpers Always … Continue reading Over My Soul

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The Winding Stair

On the winding stair The whispers fly Emboldened by shadows That shift and separate Dark and ominous Conscious of emotion That solemn fear Etched on fair skin This fractured feeling As cold as death Shivering through Transparently thin Yet full of fire Flying up the stairs In oranges and reds An all-consuming flame A contradiction … Continue reading The Winding Stair

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Nostalgic Sea

The sea takes away her baggage Water-logged and unnecessary Carrying it out to the ocean Where it disappears from view Replaced by so much foam And a proclivity for sin That red suited devil Standing under the waterfall Waiting for the rain To drown out all her voices Debilitating in intensity Fragmented and impossible This … Continue reading Nostalgic Sea

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Over-Wrought

The weight presses down heavy Like a crown of wicked thorns Unmanageably thick and gnarled Knobby hands gripping fiercely Twisting firmly into place As delicate as pedantic love In the face of dulled conscience Worn thin from experience Chained to a desperate need This substitute for affection Dressed up in period finery The death of … Continue reading Over-Wrought

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Wanton

She knows the way I look When I try not to look at all This disinterested gaze Hazy at best Warning her that I’m here Waiting for the pause That proves she sees me This shyness of spirit Buoyant in recognition Peeking from the shadows Watching for a reciprocation That almost never comes But then … Continue reading Wanton

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Slate Gray

This subconscious pull Dragging me toward you Like the incoming tide And the pitch white sand While we hop clear Only to stumble again Tangled on the shore As the churning foam recedes Replaced by numbness An absence of sound Wrapped up in irony Thick and viscous Replacing a love We thought was endless This … Continue reading Slate Gray