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This is me sorting through the mess of being halfway between who I was and who I hope to be.
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I.

You were lost
And you tried to find yourself in the ruins of
Every yesterday, every time that did not sing
And after sifting through the ashes
You thought to build yourself anew
Erect a hollow frame from
The art of graceless flight and sleepless nights

Yet your soul did not rest easy

And you know you cannot weave a tower of shadows
Silence does not sing in caverns as the breeze once did
These echos of memories do not hold the sunlight
You know this is not your sanctuary

Do not shun this yearning for more
Do not fear the night within

Restless child, weary child
You will come to know the road as home
You will find yourself on some lonesome path
Hear the way the earth resonates in your chest
Learn to dance as one does
When held in the arms of eternity
The sky shall cradle you
And the sun will kiss your brow
The stars will sing you gently to sleep

Do not forget that day
Do not forget that place
For it is good, and it belongs to you
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II.

Young and so afraid
When the night came
You set yourself ablaze

Now flames have finally died
And you drift in clouds of smoke
Yearning vaguely for stars so far from home

When the night grows cold
And your wandering falters
When you long for earth's gentle kiss
Let me hold you, let me show you
How to breathe

How we wrap our hands around mugs of bliss
And fingers trace constellations in dewy panes
How we close our eyes and trust the dark
To gaurd us through our dreams

Fragments of eternity
Reaching forth to cradle weary souls

You need not fear being lost to the wind
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Tue Apr 03, 2018 5:01 am
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SnowMonkey says...



Wow I love that last poem and the last line of the last poem.
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III.

You’re a storm hidden within layers of skin
And the face in the mirror is not your own

The slithersnake flickeringtongue shiftingeyes creatures around you do not seem to know
The meaning of thunder, nor the whitehot pain of lightning strikes
Nor the cold fury of the lashing rain
The confusing swirl of wind not seen
How chaos can reside in a smooth shell of flawless, hollow perfection

They offer you words of comfort (scorn) and reassurance (mockery)
And gaze at you with sympathy (unease)
You drank in these lies with hope
(desperation) (terror) (reckless conformity)
That they would sooth the rage within

It has taken you all this time to understand
That gifts of poison do not appease the sky

Sift through the scattered pieces of
Every drop you took so willingly
Intermingling with tears unshed
And breathe them back into the space between us
Let your hollow heart throb on
Catch the pain in gentle embrace
Cradle it closely, for it knows
This darkness is not the home it seeks

When you have learned to ride the waves and sing the wind to sleep
And the clouds have curled back sleepily into the heavens
And the rain whispers softly to the newborn shoots below
When you have learned to hold the meaning of pain and beauty within the same palm
Without flinching from the fangs of onlookers
You will begin to see the storm within us all
And know that this ragged collection of fragile creatures
All bear the same mark of humanity
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Thu Apr 05, 2018 10:40 pm
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IV.

Daughter of the moon
You once drank the stars
You know well their taste
You have sat in the blackness that followed and wept

Mourn no more, child of light
The sky calls you home

Spoiler! :
This one feels sort of incomplete... But it's in response to one I wrote last year:


There is one experience I will never forget-
Silently drinking the stars.
They slid down my tongue
And burned my throat with passion
One by one,
Leaving infinity an endless night.

It is indescribable-
The taste of liquid diamonds and fire,
Ice cool and burning at once,
Now residing in your belly.
A pile of embers
Thick and uncomfortable.

I wonder some nights,
Staring at the empty sky,
If I shall ever be able to open my mouth
And set them free,
And if they could ever return to a world so vast
After living so long in silence.
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Sun Apr 08, 2018 1:13 am
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alliyah says...



I really like the idea to write poems in conversations with other poems so I thought your last one was a neat response to your last year's napo poem. Also you've got some really nice lines and subject turns in the first three.

I just love the imagery and phrasing you have right here:

"And fingers trace constellations in dewy panes
How we close our eyes and trust the dark
To gaurd us through our dreams//
Fragments of eternity
Reaching forth to cradle weary souls//
You need not fear being lost to the wind"


there's something so sacred and contemplative about those lines and how you make the world into poetry. I look forward to reading more poems from you!
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than
dark cyan.

  





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V.

VI.

Poems fifth and sixth contain some more personal elements, and I have chosen not to make them public. My apologies to the viewer.
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Mon Apr 09, 2018 3:12 am
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VII.

Let me be impossible

Gather the silver threads of time in your hand
Run your fingers through them as you give them names
Here lies what was, and here is what may be
Count them one by one and know their texture

And when you have finished, give them to me
I have learned to weave with strands of strangers’ dreams
Watch in silence as I tangle tomorrow and yesterday
Don’t look away when words unspoken knot with bitter regret

Sorrow and promise both stain a crimson red
Tears and laughter hold the same sway
Trails of time wraps around my wrists as I work
Knitting wings of courage and frailty

This night is nearly over
One last song remains
If you’ve wondered at the taste of wanderers’ tales
Meet me where the edge of the earth touches infinity
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Tue Apr 10, 2018 1:28 pm
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VIII.

Drowning is not a pretty thing, I have learned

At first it felt like safety
Viewing the sky through a watery haze
Reaching up to grasp at strains of sunlight filtering through
Silent screams bubbling up to uncaring surface
And all the world muted and wrapped in velvet darkness

But the silence grew too heavy
Dragging at my weary broken heart
The darkness crept around my vision and wrapped me too-tight in unknowing bliss-turned-terror
Water seeped into every hollow place in me and stained the ink of my being
I was crushed and I was silenced and I was sinking

So forgive me the dampness of my words
As they come stumbling from heavy tongue
My lungs are learning to carry the weight of air
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IX.

Breathing in the familiar taste of smoke
Flashback, time stops
Time for us to dance
Play the part, burn your bridges
Turn your hopes to ash
Don’t let the wind carry you away
Step by step
Set the world ablaze
You’d never know your lines
If it weren’t for the trail of flames
Build your city of embers
Walk a long road of coals to the place you never called home
Don’t look back
Never look back
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X.

You skim the skies on papercut wings
Threading stolen strands of cloud through your feathertips
Flutterhands frame the world with soft pink of chipped nails

You are afraid their bullet-words will clip holes
Through the lining of your dreams
So you fly away above the noise

Whispering trees do not speak their secrets to the clouds
Sunflowers do not brush their petals against the sky
You fear the weight of gravity, so
You built yourself a cage of air

Tell me, how does it feel to be so free
To forget the smell of earth between your toes?

Spoiler! :
I feel like a lot of my endings are weak. I just kind of lose momentum after a while, and don't know how to wrap things up.
Also- the alliteration is entirely accidental??
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alliyah says...



RoseAndThorn there are so many lovely lines in these last few. Just super provocative phrasing that's a little dark and feels like there's a lot more behind the words.

For instance I adore you opening lines for 8 & 10 especially: "Drowning is not a pretty thing, I have learned" & "You skim the skies on papercut wings". The series of line progressions in 9 is really interesting too, how you mix the phrase about "burning bridges" with the hopes to ashes. You're doing a lot of interesting stuff in these, and although I know I just commented, I just wanted to say again that I'm really appreciating your NaPo! :)
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than
dark cyan.

  





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Mon Apr 30, 2018 11:08 pm
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XI.

The path to healing lies in the present moment
But you struggle to breathe past the cloud of memories hanging over your head
This world is painful and bright
And everything you touch turns to smoke
Vanishing into the fog of confusion

Wrap yourself in the steam of hot baths and warm summer rains
Take in the familiar shock of gentle force
Wipe the stains of pride from your fingers
Learn to exhale with practiced aggression

Say goodbye to the knives in your pocketbook
Cut ties with the wind that held you prisoner
The sky spilled your secrets before the world
While you slept in vigorous defiance
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Mon Apr 30, 2018 11:50 pm
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XII.

The first step into the forest is never the last.
You have wandered shadowed places for far too long
And you have come to know,
Though whispers entice many times over
And the yearning to know more ever grows,
Hues of shade vary only in darkness
And never know the touch of color.
Sunlight’s sweet embrace is a treasure to be sought
After time spent long in night.
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