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A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. --W.H. Auden

Monday, December 26, 2011

Death Dreams

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The mind- a dark maze     of wispy fog     of locked doors the spirit portal to another place. A shimmer of you appears at my side, ...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011

White Shirt

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It hangs on the chair Like a beacon in the night My body lost in the ocean Of you I wake from restless sleep To make sure it is still th...
Friday, December 16, 2011

Walls

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Four of you conspire to keep me this place of deep scars and demons. Marking endless souls that come through the gates of shame. p...

Broken

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I’m still broken inside My sweet smile lies So do my eyes. But you don’t see The deep darkness in me. My fractured heart The jagged sh...

No More

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The raindrops pool at my feet as street lights dance in bubbling reflections on the paved street, where you and I once lived. Long ago,...

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Sometimes even when you press me to the hollow of your chest, I still feel alone.

Pearls

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White orbs in my silk-lined box. Deft fingers carefully strung your exquisite noose.                I am a bird that will never fly m...

Loneliness

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blue morning light illuminates the barren landscape of our hearts intertwined skeleton limbs broken towers of emptiness © K.D. Schult...

Happiness?

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I can’t seem to be happy.  I am always looking to the future, hoping that it will be better.  Then I find myself looking to the past with ...

Sand and Water

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I retreat to the house that sits on the edge of sand and water, where you and I once laughed and swam with the whales. I still see you...
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