This sound will haunt me….

¬† The sound of flesh Ripped apart, leaving Jagged edges, the loudness Of the echo in the vacuum Left by two hearts Untangling. I stumbled into an invention As I watched my shadow shrink In inverse proportion to my Growing grief: Pain is a local Anesthetic. It numbed me, as I watched my chest Being…

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The florist

A friend is a field Of flowers Take a walk in it Let the beauty serenade You, let the fragrance fill Your heart. Do not pluck it It will wither And die: its beauty lies Rooted in its stalk. I will cultivate a field Of roses and delphiniums And plant rows of narcissuses At its…

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Sadness is a noun

Sadness is a door that opens Into nothingness; a noun, a state Of being. It exists in the absence of Joy. It is a room Full of lights with the switch turned off. Sometimes, the descent into darkness Is a jarring moment of sudden realization With silence so loud, it blinds. The memory Of pain…

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Heaven is….

Your thighs, sturdy pillars Of support for my back. Your eyes, golden pools Of love for my parched heart. Your sighs, laden with relief Uncoiling around the core of worry. Your smiles, unraveling the mystery Of your dimples, the center of perfection. Your tears, crystalline diamonds Forged from the heat of emotions. Your navel, holding…

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Fellowship of stones

The cobbled stone path, Hedged with ferns, growing In cracks of denudation – the testament To the doggedness of nature; she will Wear you down; The path of stones That lodge in the cracks in your heart That wedges in between your toes That pierces your delicate soles. He asked you to lose your shoes…

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