Dead Weight In Recoil

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2019

I hate who I am

but I love what I could be

 

Pain and joy coincide

steering clear of

long bonds

and aging conflicts alike,

driving wildly free

 

Feeling the life I could've built by

deeply hugging a telephone screen

on a hermit's couch

in anguished mental attire

entirely unseen I scream 

 

Look at me!

Mr. Silver (at best) Trophy!

 

..more like Mr. Atrophy

obeying your indifferent signs 

you post along the street

in daylight

knowing I'm a man of the night

so you know we'll never reconvene

or even meet 

haphazardly

 

so I step away

'by choice'

then decay 

in the soil below your feet 

I'm dead weight

in recoil

as you leave

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I find it simply amazing how

I find it simply amazing how a rock the size of the earth can float as light as air in a big dark universe. Be good to yourself, deepblue.

allets's picture

U R Not Dead Weight

U R A poet...well maybe half dead weight, but that is not my point... Peace and Happy Holidays from one quarter almost dead weight to another. :D



Onyamaichi

 

deepblue's picture

❤ thank you, take care 

❤ thank you, take care 

allets's picture

Hearts In The Mail

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The season is upon the land

of the freedom seeking, there

are lists to finalize that say

do me now.

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A heart appears in the mail

and it is not even St. Valentine's

Day.

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Snow is expected to see

us soon, plows to move great

weights of frozen clouds. Yet,

hearts melt snow and give

a moment meaning when it

is received from the void

called poet.

.

allets

12-08-19

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Onyamaichi

 

deepblue's picture

This is beautiful, by the

This is beautiful, by the way! Thank you so much