Tag: poem
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The Woman in the Mirror
A woman in the mirror A man in the clouds A silent ballet, a circus with clowns She’s tired and honest She’s bargaining with herself He’s away and sane He’s working on himself The woman in the mirror Loves the man in the clouds too much -emc
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Breakfast
Drought, in the shape of new sadness and chapped lips lost in green eyes. Wave by wave, a garden grew green vanquished me a new love to be seen Storms, hurricanes mud so thick flowers drowned, seeds washed away. Desolate, nothingness agony without you agony with you to understand it is to feel it Devour…
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Falling
I jumped off the landing I’ve been waiting on for months. I swam to the bottom of the ocean gathered the pearls and showed them off for you. I mended your coat, I drew you a bath, made a fire when you were cold. I jumped off the landing I’d been stuck on for months…
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Getting Older
Is the sky always so grey? I reach out to touch the grass but it isn’t alive anymore. What will my kids think? Am I only to love and never be loved for my soul? Sunshine and flowers cloud my mind even on rainy days like this where I want to grow like the pine…
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The Queen
I’m the queen of my own heart, you should be begging to be let in to the ivy palace I’ve bloomed in I’m the queen of my body, it’s sacred to touch it, mended glass hot to the touch yours for the night I’m the queen of my soul, I tend to the gardens and…
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Time
Spread thin, lines blurry spread legs, feeling fuzzy. I wear you like a crown jewel pendant swaying on my neck, can I be the watch your eyes gaze upon? Hours or seconds counting the ways to be with you in secret, wishing eternity was something tangible. -emc
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Gold touch
It was like you dipped my hand in gold, or painted the tips of my eyelashes in glitter because every time I looked at you, touched you, I saw your real value that’s as infinite as time. -emc
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Afterglow
I’m not embarrassed to admit that I crave more of you I’m not ashamed to put on a show for you A warmth in the glow of you put in the glow of me -emc
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Nothing
It’s nothing, I’m just wondering if you dream of me at night or think about that time in my bed when I was drunk. It’s nothing, I’m just wondering if I’m still a woman you see yourself next to in the heat of summer and the chill of winter. It’s nothing, I’m just wondering why…
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Jewels
Jewels on the crown, lonely in soul no one can ever love a wench in stolen clothes. I am no matriarch, no pleasantries please it’s too dark for me to read my pompous prose. I thought you might love the girl with flowers on the mantle and charcoal in her hands but it seems you…
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