Just as the night sky feels the finger of Dawn's break,
after hours of politics, religion, feelings, and the other deeper things we rarely stake,
A passive look,
shy under messy hair as the hour requests.
Another glass of wine, hopefully not the rake.
Tender are these rainy streets, twisting unnecessarily, but yet laid before each.
Narrow
the lanes of my heart, tighter still for you to push apart.
Home is a distance,
a promise, but a distance.
I wax,
I wain,
curious smiles and I answer insane.
The leap,
the tightening gut, the wistful game play.
All for a chance,
to get
Home.
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Mark R. Cieslak
Trying to tell some of the silly stories that crowd my head. Maybe you like one. If not its still cheaper than therapy.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
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This was so poignant and emotional! Loved your poem!