Poetry from the Archives

As I’ve mentioned earlier I’m cleaning my house, and I came across some old magnetic poetry that I’d scribed to paper (with original positioning intact)

this ocean of sadness

a translucently clouded liquid

cuts down my heart

your old dark game

your poisoned embrace

all I ask is why

yet you linger

and I am born broken every morning.

5/98

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eyes like pools of ice

voice like the blush of a baby’s laugh

lips like streams of glass

delicious and velvety and cold

brilliant kisses dazzle

like fire

or stars

time must soon decay the fresh flower of a girl

but when i am only dirt and bone

i

will

remember
5/98

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And definitely my favorite of the three lost pieces…

my sacrifice is no circle of desire

who is like as naked angels celebrating

come yesterday a prisoner to my window

and secret away not my magic

5/98