So... in the past, never would I dare to share my writings except maybe on pain of death.... but, now as I get a bit older- I'm beginning to welcome the input/criticism. As these are more.... exersizes in personal growth than anything else, I'm a little less trepidatious about putting them out there (go figure)....
Here's a couple of unfinished poetic endeavours- any thoughts?


Porcelain doll of opal smile
Brushing through the stale wind
Mirror to flame
Hand to mouth
Along the road she glides

I last saw my seer on the highway
Greedily eating the sun
Sopping up the remaining fragments of day
Forgetful of his satiation
I was gaunt and
Desperately in need of a
Blanket
Then

But now
I seek a new day
Billowing breath
Barebacked pillow
The long tired morning
Rides off into the sunset

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I.

Dark hair
Siren eyes
You swam in from somewhere else
Tired, dark face
Tattered brush in hand
Trying to paint a new ocean

I can remember when I stared into you
And watched the wind turn colors
Forever moment of ongoing climax
Water from the sky, rocks on the ground
Everything in its place


II.

Dark, starry night
Loud and starving evening
Made me cold
With trepidation
Hung with want

On the ledge
With quiet words
With rabid meanderings
I remember my footsteps as I
Tiptoed my thoughts toward you

I see you tremor
I see you cold
And I see you dead
You, now a fanatic of false gods
A gaunt, lifeless junkie
Snorting into your fake reflection
As if you were trying to swallow yourself

And I sigh
And I breathe deeply again
As this was
All once upon a time
When we both so wanted love
But lived
Alone
In separate countries

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