Tag Archives: writers

Cough

The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to.  Advertisements

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Learn

I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille. 

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Lungs

She smoked cigarettes, knowing the smoke was the tunnel her demons walked to enter her lungs.

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Judgement

Your sour judgement is a constellation of approaches you throw without trying to know me at all.

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Butterflies

At which point did butterflies inside turn to crows feasting on fear clogging my veins and bones?

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Origami

The origami our entwined hands form flutters so delicately in love’s storms.  

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Why I Write

I write poetry, not because I am emotional, but rather to recall the few feelings that visit my numb heart.     

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Miss Lazarus

And again, I return from the dead; adding ‘Lazarus’ to my list of names.

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Heart Strings

Why do my heart’s strings pull from anywhere instead from somewhere?

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Dying

Dying is poetic and I write poems extremely well. 

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