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And why?

And why are you still in my head? 

In my chest,

In my soul?

Engulfed by disdain, disgust and love.

And I am so lone.

 

In the middle of Oxford Street crowds

I want your advice that never helped

I want your forehead kisses that I rejected.

Longing for you on dark silent nights.

 

To debate: am I ever truly alone?

Or does your phantomlike presence ignite and guide...

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Fingerprints

your fingertips are pulsing

from all that touchlessness

where do you leave your fingerprints

when no human skin is around?

 

your hands sniff touch

sniff skin

and they find you

tangled being, hanging plant

with your roots in the clouds

 

you touch yourself and discover

that you have human skin

below your mind's weeds

underneath you vegetal body

so you i...

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Who Am I and Where Do I Belong?

Who Am I? And where do I belong?

Where do I go right? Where did I go wrong?

Was it real or fake love I was shown all along?

Am I really that mentally tough & strong?

If I fail, Will I momentairly freeze or stay froze?

Will I dig up a pile of dirt in my back yard & find a bunch of diamonds & gold?

Or am I to die a failure, lonely, & old?

This the type of mindset the old me was ...

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Good Things "Cum in 3s" (A poem of "self" discovery)

Focused on piercing eyes, light hazel abyss

I reached down earnestly past orbiting hips

Fingers parting engorged velvety lips

To find within a now aching, sensitive tip.

 

Writhing, squirming

Unprepared and panicked

Intensity unparalleled

Myself, I know not what to do with.

 

Tears, laughter

All consuming heat and fleeting chills

Dreams are becoming reality

A...

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You

Enchanting, charming

Kind and caring.

How I fall for this disarming lie

Cunning, swift

Capturing and setting adrift.

A mind so confused

Looking for a missing muse.

 

There was a sign

Didn’t you see?

A warning of note

But no, you let it free.

 

Heart so soft and bruised

She doesn’t need to be used

But…it’s her fault

She must bring it to a halt

 

...

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I am hope.

what used to hurt me

still does

what used to scare me

still does

what used to make me curl up on the floor

shaking to my very core

still does

 

I am constantly afraid that one day

I will come face to face with my mistakes

a tableau of painful regrets and aches

the times I said I couldn’t when I could

the times I said I wouldn’t when I would

 

the past stil...

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The Circle

We sit, splintered against skin:

Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols

From untamed mouths; bodies

Perspiring pits, dropping brows,

Salting welted wounds;

 

Trying desperately to be brave,

Behave in ways we have always been seen,

Glean the truth of who we are,

What we’ve become,

What we do, what we’ve done;

 

Wrestling Rottweilers,

Unmeshing masquerades,

Be...

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Who am I?

Who am I?
Am I all my mashed up mishaps,

Looping, creping, paper chaining through?

Am I clogs of wallpaint stains in

Bedded lanes of devine daisy dew?

Am I rivets, ratchets, harsh lines,

Chiseled by stilettoed hue?

All these thoughts, feelings and instincts;

Which are true?

I sup the type of other mother tongues,

And still ask you....

Who am I?

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Unravelling

"Like peeling an onion" you said.
No.
More; unseaming
Slipped stitches,
Knotted aims,
Frayed edges.

Hunchbacked,
Peddling metal
Over punched pins,
Threading maydays into cloth.

Fingers fumbling at loose seams,
Unravelling weaves,
Desperate hems,
Moth eaten, scrapped themes.

Now, all I am is an empty spool,
Someone's discarded thimble.

Rethread.
Try the pattern again.

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Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8

Another attempt at my paternal tongue.

Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.

And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.

E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.

I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.

Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.

But this language pulsates to my yearning.

Ma questo linguaggio puls...

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