I run outside
To greet the dawn
But it is noon
And so I yawn
And stretch my two arms
Out to hold
My day, now only
Seconds old
Then think
"I should go back to bed,”
For waking's full
Of fear and dread,
And so then with
A muttered oath
I go,
A neither kind of both.
For what are choices,
Anyway?
Confetti on the floor
I say,
A decorated
Subterfuge
That each are small,
But total huge.
So I won't make them,
Or I will --
Time wrecks, and so
It's time we kill --
But doing nothing
Can be growth:
That's me --
A neither kind
Of both
they were both friends and lovers,
and neither of them lied
in saying they were impassed,
and that the other side
of it was just to go two ways.
it's just one of those things:
a neither kind of both, they were,
two empty
wedding rings
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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I slept in later than I planned to today, so I rather appreciate the first poem.
Wow! I usually dislike poetry but the super creative title on this pulled me in and I loved the first one.
I love this.
How lovely!