my past surrounds
me falling
into now
i am fading
what memory roots
my soul to this moment
spilling yesterdays into
tomorrow; i taper
to transparency
i flash and dim
into insubstantial
breaths
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Game: Photo to Poem: Riverfront Ghost
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my past surrounds
me falling
into now
i am fading
what memory roots
my soul to this moment
spilling yesterdays into
tomorrow; i taper
to transparency
i flash and dim
into insubstantial
breaths
still she waits
for her beloved
to return from the sea
each day of a century,
her fragility transcending
into luminescence,
striving to be stalwart
but fading
along with her hopes
for her beloved
to return from the sea
each day of a century,
her fragility transcending
into luminescence,
striving to be stalwart
but fading
along with her hopes
Holy shit.
That costs HOW much?
I'm going over to Starbucks.
I can't
stand
how much stuff
costs in these tourist traps.
That costs HOW much?
I'm going over to Starbucks.
I can't
stand
how much stuff
costs in these tourist traps.
Linger
for a moment.
Taste
my breath
upon your cheek.
Hear
the wistful
in my sigh.
Look at tomorrow
at its potential,
but I am lost
amongst the branchless trees
waiting for the world
to begin again.
The daze of now,
the daze of yesterday
everyday a daze
and, then, as ever
I am simply nothing more
than what you dreamt me to be,
shining in your heart like tears against leather;
a child of fascination,
borne of the ingenuity
of youth
and now locked away
to be let out on occasion,
on that special crinkly morning,
so you can put your heart at ease
and pretend that today is exactly
what you need it to be.
for a moment.
Taste
my breath
upon your cheek.
Hear
the wistful
in my sigh.
Look at tomorrow
at its potential,
but I am lost
amongst the branchless trees
waiting for the world
to begin again.
The daze of now,
the daze of yesterday
everyday a daze
and, then, as ever
I am simply nothing more
than what you dreamt me to be,
shining in your heart like tears against leather;
a child of fascination,
borne of the ingenuity
of youth
and now locked away
to be let out on occasion,
on that special crinkly morning,
so you can put your heart at ease
and pretend that today is exactly
what you need it to be.
I Walk Alone Today
I walk beside you,
But you do not walk with me.
I call out to you,
but you do not hear me.
I see you,
but you do not see me.
I cry,
but no one wipes away my tears.
I miss you,
though I am with you always.
I walk beside you,
But you do not walk with me.
I call out to you,
but you do not hear me.
I see you,
but you do not see me.
I cry,
but no one wipes away my tears.
I miss you,
though I am with you always.
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More than substantiation
in glass, in base materials
I am sister to light,
and a thought.
Walking by fences
and lattice trees branching
mirrors
reflect me reflecting
the complication of shadows.
in glass, in base materials
I am sister to light,
and a thought.
Walking by fences
and lattice trees branching
mirrors
reflect me reflecting
the complication of shadows.
Sentry to the riverfront people
stand guard to be their steeple,
forever through the portholes of life
hold them together, above their strife.
stand guard to be their steeple,
forever through the portholes of life
hold them together, above their strife.
Her soul was once a haven
For the wounded and the weak
Now she sat forgotten
Dried up tears unwashed
No one ever knew her
At least that's what she thought
Her prison was her own design
Built by her two hands
She could not see this
And she waited, alone
For the wounded and the weak
Now she sat forgotten
Dried up tears unwashed
No one ever knew her
At least that's what she thought
Her prison was her own design
Built by her two hands
She could not see this
And she waited, alone
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They said she was
like the frost -
cold and perfect.
They said she was
showing promise -
the perfect stranger.
They said she spoke
like none had heard before.
She, one of destiny,
had it all for free.
So they said to me,
and then I fell.
like the frost -
cold and perfect.
They said she was
showing promise -
the perfect stranger.
They said she spoke
like none had heard before.
She, one of destiny,
had it all for free.
So they said to me,
and then I fell.
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innocense awaits,
fraught the night
daring day
waiting for a word
a touch,
holding passions' sway
now's the time
to know desire,
childhood runs away
fraught the night
daring day
waiting for a word
a touch,
holding passions' sway
now's the time
to know desire,
childhood runs away