Poetry and Prose
My poetry and prose.
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How You Know You Love Someone
They send you a link to a video they want you to watch and you actually watch the whole thing They can lay any part of their limb or body on top of any surface of yours and you let them. You even enjoy it.
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Home and Heaven
Imagine angels playing an invigorating game of soccer on a heavenly cloud. Their wings damp from exertion and halos knocked askew from all the movement. The Cherubim sit on the golden bleachers cheering while the Strongholds coach their players on the field. The Seraphim referee the game while God keeps score.
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You’ll Never Know This Poem Is About You
You’re the happy ending in a novel You’re a midnight snack after sex You’re the flip side of my pillow My favorite good morning text
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My Life Explained By Numbers
I am made up of 10,791,360 minutes of alternating good and bad decisions, lazy days, detours and misadventures, lies, love, 99¢ ramen runs and 1 Rihanna concert. I am 3 inches above 60 and 115lbs of solidified magic and madness.
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Stillness
Yet what of the distant stillness after the chaos? When order has given way to destruction and all stand in silence to wonder, is it over?
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This Is How It Feels
I want to love you To grab the fraying edges of your heart Sew what’s dangling on thin threads And help heal what’s still bleeding I don’t want to fix your shadows I want to share them I want to make you believe In you- and me- in love in all the world can offer…
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Somewhere
Somewhere In the world, hidden beneath a concrete bridge, a child lays on jagged rocks his stomach crying from hunger In the country adjacent from him the sound of gunshots fly against the wind screaming for peace, finding only pieces Of flesh, of animals, of abandoned concrete homes Somewhere in the world, a soldier comes…
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The Days of the Week If They Were People
Monday walks into work, half awake and filled with Adderall. Despite his ragged attire, his over-washed, once navy now sky blue button-up, and his breath that reeks of cheap coffee, his overall appearance is passable. He’s not much of a crowd favorite and most tend to avoid him if they can. Everyone except the small…
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Closer
Eager palms, and soft kisses Nothing but you and me The moment fills with anticipation soft lips, free hands, loose hips, and perspiration. Our breaths hitch, together we trip over shirts flipped inside out You pull me closer then closer, “Why can’t we get closer?” Matching movement, pulse like thunder a rhythm like flowing water. Each touch an…
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Maybe
Thoughts from a year ago 6/18/2015 Maybe Maybe there is no pattern to the universe It could be that our very essence ebbs and flows in random circles neither seeking nor finding only happening upon chance opportunities that are either of great fortune or crippling distress and to alleviate the burden or joys of such…
Via Justine De fant 