Fragments

PILOT

 

you’re a bird, flying

flying

above the tattered terraces.

atmospheric gusts welcome you,

and you become blue.

 

 

 

 

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anxiety

 

a pupil at a distance

Though, I avoid with dissonance

stepping to the side, vision towards the soles near the tide.

the shadow follows, no known features to alarm

as we stroll alongside,

avoiding together in a stride

in proximity, the pupil, not met eye to eye.

 

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Illusions 

 

If you look too far,

objects appear blurry.

At a distance is where you’ll

find truth; at a close proximity,

deceit resides.

 

 

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Beginner's Luck 

 

Haggard and rugged,

The soles near done over the carpet.

Dragging along the sandpaper tile, he cannot look up,

Knotted neck and a heavy heart, cast his eyes on the sunken dump.

A gleam of gold, or silver, who knows,

To those that waiver and wait, gain the luck.

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Heir

 

How can you get used to death?

You idle along a solitary path,

lost, lost in the past.

For seasons of warmth

could not soften your frozen heart.

For seasons of cold

could not toughen you up.

You must sit on the highest

& noblest chair,

and let time be your heir.

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Soldier 

 

I see no trees, standing above my knees that buckle beneath me in unrivaled defeat. He who deems me as a chief, witnesses triumph over me. No recollection, only reflection from the river made of tears of a desolate temper. Those tears undrinkable, for they are sinister and poisonous. He who has fallen garners a lesson of man’s wrath and deception, mistaken for pride and devotion. A clover grows amongst the riverbed of jealous, jimson weeds.

 

 

 

 

 

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Not me. 

 

there’s a chamber buried deep

in the landscape that you seek

withered, blazed, and seeped.

you cannot follow me.

a gilded path upon your feet

on your toes, then on your knees

pleads of sorrows are not for me.

of who you dreamed…

was not me.

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Nothing adds up 

 

Counting the people that move steadfast with me,

as i once thought they were supporting a thing,

but they can’t keep up

with the pace that’s been set by the stream.

Counting on them was a fault of my being.

 

When times were rough

they took a step away, and they bluffed.

So I gathered a bunch

of might and huffed

away at the lingering thought

that nothing ever seemed to add up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Trash CAN 

 

You never feel so much alone as to when you’re sitting on the floor, beside the black trash can that turns out to be a lot more successful than you. You just sit, with an awful ache at the pit of your stomach, near the brink of vomiting; eyes shrinking, the corners of them crinkle as the tears dry and make them hard; leg moving side-to-side as to not let them paralyze. When will you rest?

 

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Anchored 

 

Everyone in my life comes and goes. I’m the only anchor that has held it down, while the rest are taken away. It’s as if no one wants to stay around. The boat lost at sea, that’s me, because the others have found their way and they’ve moved on. Even the ones that were once with me eventually decided to leave. It hurts. But I’ll stay here, just in case they come back.

 

 

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Last Call 

 

A game of pool is a recital,

A relationship of thought and mindfulness between me and you.

Strike the stripes, and lend a hand, when you scratch and send one of mine in.

You who counts the last balls, loses,

as you’re not prepared to gavel the cut on cue.

You’re not as solid as you think you are, when we’re at infinity, we’re on the last call.

 

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Fragile 

 

Stained with hues of rouge, and a dainty dot of azure, instilled in swirls of sonder stills

painted on a porcelain pot, images of swallows in flight, along the indigo skies arrayed at night.

 

That porcelain pot skitters atop the marbled counter, teetering in panic;

shivering in arctic ombres,

chaotic, as the earth trembles.

 

The pot has stirred, is fragile, and embedded with crescent waxes and wanes of fractures.

 

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forget me 

 

Even in death I’ll be a burden, for I’ll live in memories and glimpses of yesterday’s moments. Please forget me when my time comes. Memories have murdered me, and I don’t belong in the dreams of your fallacies.

 

 

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