Simple surprises
Dwell in each - stem
From all of us;
Post meridiem.
[Tying our tongues,
Pervading our pains,
Weighing our wrongs,
Believing our brains.]
As it is here
As the world turns
That you notice
The rain in your
Hands is blood - yet
You smile, as
The vibrance of
The sky hurts more
To look at than
To handle with
One thumb, half palm,
Comprising the
Smoky planets
Put together.
All subtle things
That move also
Run, and so you
Walk beyond life.
The sky is scarred
Beyond repair,
[And still you catch
Cloud blood, your gloves
Now wet and cold.]
Negligence can
Solve nothing, So
Beware the suns
You cannot trust.
[Carcass of dreams,
Shake the rain from
Your sweet wrist, for
Crimson blossoms
Will erupt, will
Comfort the one
Softly entrenched
In red sorrow.]
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
