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i allowed the word to curl
against the ceiling of my mouth.
cradling the absence of a
storm that never came
roosting over rafters of a
note stretched far too long.
seeping through my teeth and
pulling moisture from the rain.
"fly"
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With You
It's raining again today
So we had to stay insideThere's not really all that much to do
And conversation is running dryBut as we sit together side by side
All alone just us twoEven with the grey sky above
Everyday is beautiful with you
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something about it
theres something about
autumn, makes me feel like luke-
warm apple cider.the rain laps at my
feet, pulsating puddles match
my heart, beat for beat.
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for once
Cold black empty like the cavern where crimson vellum once residedDrenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veinssurrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,like the chestnut eyes that bore into yoursAnd as the rain fallsharderas itfallsfasterwashing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,foroncejustoncei pray it takes me with
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I know it's not much, but school officially started back today and I just found out I have two novels to read this week. literally.
THIS WEEK. AS IS 7 FREAKING DAYS TO READ OVER 1000 PAGES OF WORDS.
pray for me
Other poetry by me you may like:
(Yaayyy I finally figured out how to do the thumbnail thing!)
Poem © Sadee Esquivel
THIS WEEK. AS IS 7 FREAKING DAYS TO READ OVER 1000 PAGES OF WORDS.
pray for me
Other poetry by me you may like:
Hello August
Shuffling softly in the twilight of morning
blooming children once wandered along the drifting sidewalks
feeling only scattered freckles of broken sunlight
drip across their faces.
Rolls of fresh dew tumble down unraveled flowers
nestling gently in the corners of their toes.
They skid through puddled asphalt
soaking deep the buried harmonies beneath their cursive breath;
the taste of past summers still
steaming on their tongues.
Insomnia A miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
Listening For Inspiration Taste the breath of timid words
arising from my speech.
Dripping through my lips,
unfurling sails of poetry.
Catching wind of empty waves,
the words fall one by one.
They stoop the gentle break of day
and melt through river's run.
Curl beneath the shaded trees
and hide in hollowed rocks.
They topple through the spider's weave
and splash through bursting drops.
Sit behind the sunset
and before the rising skies,
dipping palms in Bluejay's songs
while frosting tearful eyes.
Complimenting purple streaks
across the orange noon.
Their silhouetting shadows casting
freckles for the moon.
Passing secret whispers
through the cu
reprise words tossed gently
on a spinning river top
sink as stones to rise again
and kiss the break of day.
resurface, ripple, and repeat.
(Yaayyy I finally figured out how to do the thumbnail thing!)
Poem © Sadee Esquivel
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