It is right
I should place my right hand
In your right hand
That is always right there
Tag Archives: Poetry
displaced
Familiar land
Feels foreign nonetheless
To roam without care
Embraced by no home
Which holds a heart to plead
None should so suffer
trouper
Maybe
More than once
You’ll stand alone
Stand
Many
More than me
Your call will heal
Call
This stand
This call
Your tribe
Forge
Debris
Tonight courage and I
Stared into the night sky
And decided the fleeing we saw
Was something
And nothing now
Only the trail of a goodbye star
Hailed
Your forehead and chin
A different tilt
Your voice not in stereoThe taxis are out there
But miss you somehow
Your hailed from where they won’t go
Mary
That cocoon
It seems small
But with promise it shines
Since you seek, you’ll find room for your wings
Each blue moon
Back you’ll crawl
It means nothing at all
Take a time, ponder up all these things
How To
Sweat-frothed shoulders, ready for more
Fieriness coursing through veins
Crazy eyes, kicked up heels, bitless mouth
Lust for life weaved through wild manes
fool me
The big talk
And any glitter
What early signs of a smile
Framing eased eyes
Tilled under now
Deep
Don’t think
It’ll grow
Black Whole
Zero
Anti
Null
Void
Naught
Is
All
This
Must
Mean
Muscle
A house of cards, the world
And I, the tall girl
The small girl
The queen of hearts
Hovering
Wishing the wind away
And gravity gone
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