Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
M.K. STANDBYI’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
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The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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