Submissions by uncharacter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
this is not for you to understand.
dweightllg
somewhere i wonder of a
lover's pain how he is
darkness crouched in darkness
the nakedness of it all is
a cloak too heavy pieces
of light above him pining to
drop to mark the body he
is without a thirst for anything
lover's pain how he is
darkness crouched in darkness
the nakedness of it all is
a cloak too heavy pieces
of light above him pining to
drop to mark the body he
is without a thirst for anything
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young lover
young lover you
come and you go with the day
as softly as wind within the trees and
all i ask is that i may lay beside you
where i enter silence and i watch
you my fingers on your lips reading
your face the lips that tremble in desire
the lash that falls against cheek
we can go fly off into the sun together
disappearing beneath the hills
snuffed away by time stay won't
you don't you leave me here
all alone, condemned to live.
come and you go with the day
as softly as wind within the trees and
all i ask is that i may lay beside you
where i enter silence and i watch
you my fingers on your lips reading
your face the lips that tremble in desire
the lash that falls against cheek
we can go fly off into the sun together
disappearing beneath the hills
snuffed away by time stay won't
you don't you leave me here
all alone, condemned to live.
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i am the new moon throwing you off course
my heart is as big as the moon, is
as rare and true as it's fullness the
moon is not made of cheese, no, but
my heart is, eaten at night when i am
asleep, by the naked mouths of mice
that live in the rafters of my home. i
don't blaspheme them with the chase
of a broom they are systematically
bringing me closer to a death i need.
as rare and true as it's fullness the
moon is not made of cheese, no, but
my heart is, eaten at night when i am
asleep, by the naked mouths of mice
that live in the rafters of my home. i
don't blaspheme them with the chase
of a broom they are systematically
bringing me closer to a death i need.
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bulldoze over all the dead love
a woman is only truly inept once
swollen with emotion the eyes
deranged of their function and
the mind escaped like pennies
from holed pockets there is
never too much to say and do
traveling each end of the earth
back and forth to be fed to be
watered to be coddled, of our
gullibility we live believing what
is first told to us about love, that
is until our love falls from us just
as easy as our clothing and the
ground collects us like we are
petals.
swollen with emotion the eyes
deranged of their function and
the mind escaped like pennies
from holed pockets there is
never too much to say and do
traveling each end of the earth
back and forth to be fed to be
watered to be coddled, of our
gullibility we live believing what
is first told to us about love, that
is until our love falls from us just
as easy as our clothing and the
ground collects us like we are
petals.
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all endings
dregs of the gray spirit quiver when they
are getting close those trusty night gods
approaching slow from still emptiness to
deliver me a black fate a slow wading in sick
water. am i entering my endings? laboring under
the whole weight of something. can i bear it? my
dread is chilled to a halt. like a shock like a
burn like a feeling in the heart i am all new.
are getting close those trusty night gods
approaching slow from still emptiness to
deliver me a black fate a slow wading in sick
water. am i entering my endings? laboring under
the whole weight of something. can i bear it? my
dread is chilled to a halt. like a shock like a
burn like a feeling in the heart i am all new.
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