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can you really call this a poem, I didn’t even get a sonnet on my pillow or anything


kowat

The garden is overgrown

The kingdom overthrown

The future still unknown

Midst dark, storm and stone


Here we stand, not alone

Retribution takes the throne

Offering honor to atone

The spirits he won’t own

 

Honor is dead,

But you won’t suffer this time. 
 

Shadows

Staring out a window

Shadows on the pavement

Surely these are monstrous


Who would say so

They are shelter, sent

To hide us in the dust


Children huddle under the playground

A lizard lurks under a rock

Waiting for the reprise of shade


Nostalgia lies, yanks you around 

You miss the sun, the moon is blocked

Night is as good as day

 

What is Love?

phileo

The youth group’s singing praises

Together siblings paces,

Best friends in all the places

the closest ones leave traces

eros

Nervous in the morning

The rain outside is pouring

Loneliness take warning

Find someone to be for me

agape

a father sprints to meet his son

A spike in wood, the blood will run

the sacrifice of only one

to pay a price, the work is done

 

broken strings

some storm of catharsis 

builds the base of my skull

i need an arena

to play to be whole

The sky breaks open

the numbers still roll

the strings dont match up

the notes aren’t quite full

 

twisting, hashtag alphabet

tuning, lowercase, not yet

tearing, dozen scales, one fret

SNAP

time to buy new strings

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