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Art: Adam Armstrong

For my Valentine

Beloved

In the quiet of dawn

When stars still twinkle

I find solace

Lying next to you

This is where love resides

In the quiet Symphony

Of two souls that dance

Our steps unscripted,

Yet staying perfectly in time

This is where tenderness dwells

In hushed moments

A language unspoken

Yet deeply felt and understood

This is where a home is created

In grace, and love, and awe

Under the sun and constellations

Together in our arms

This is where I am shown

All the beautiful, impossible things

That keep me on my knees each night

Soft and ever grateful

For the life you’ve given me

~pigeon head~

2-7-2024

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I don’t use anymore

I put it all down

I quit.

I don’t bleed anymore

Am I healed

Or numb to all of it?

My eyes stare vacant

At the sky,

Taking all the blue inside.

Am I blue and

just learned to hide

All my shit?

~pigeon head~

January 2024

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I broke open

And weeds spilled out

From the places

Flowers once grew.

So much dust

Filled my mouth

I spat mud

Upon my shoes.

I broke open

with a visceral scream

I thought to be your name.

A garbled sort of fucked up sound

That cracked the sky

And brought the rain.

Vines of sadness

tied me up,

My own crucifixion.

Looking down upon the world

I didn’t want to live in.

I broke open

Everything laid bare.

You had died and my grief

Left me hanging there.

I broke open

Like the sky

During a hurricane.

I broke open,

I bled out

And never loved the same.

~pigeon head~

January 2024

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Go

If we must die, Let me hide, As so I did from Living.

Let me try To find her eyes And elude Death's clutch Until I manage.

Let me find her One last time So I can tell her that I love her; That I will haunt her Till her final day, In lieu of Forever.

Let me say That I do not want To step into the darkness Without her.

Damned, As I may be, To live without her, Let me tell her I am afraid To go with Death Without Her.

--- 16-12-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

#broken #missing #romantic poem #romanticism #love poem #love and grief

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Solace

Doesn’t come easy

This season to me.

Why even decorate?

They won’t even see.

I fill up my spaces

with glitter and stars,

But the ones that I love

Are in heaven a far.

What is Christmas

Without a mom and a dad?

Even though I’m grateful

For the ones I do have.

It makes this year harder

Now that their gone

As I decorate the tree

And put their ornaments on.

A deep kind of longing

Fills up my bones

With the unmistakable knowledge

That they’ll never come home.

So solace

Eludes me

This Christmas season

I’m trying to find

Any one reason

To hang up the stockings

And fill them with cheer.

This is the hardest

Christmas this year.

I can’t help but long for

The times I was small.

When I was complete

And I had it all.

I didn’t know missing.

I didn’t know loss.

I didn’t know growing up

Comes with a cost.

So solace

Come find me

Wherever you may be.

Help me find joy

And please heal me.

~pigeon head~

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OPEN

I broke open

and weeds spilled out

From the places

Flowers once grew

So much dust

Filled my mouth

I spat mud

Upon my shoes

I broke open

With a visceral scream

I thought I said your name

A garbled sort of fucked up sound

That cracked the sky

And brought the rain

Vines of sadness

Tied me up

My own crucifixion

Looking down upon the world

I didn’t want to live in

I broke open

everything laid bare

You had died and my grief

Left me hanging there

I broke open

Like the sky

During a hurricane

I broke open, I bled out

And never loved the same

~pigeon head ~

12.20.23

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I am looking

In the same direction

I think you went

When you died

I’m trying to follow you

Everyday of my life

Just to catch a glimpse

Of your smile

So I can feel whole

For only a moment

If that’s all we get

I am looking

In the same direction

You passed through me

When your last breath left

I’ve journeyed miles

And I feel you near

Yet I can not see you

But for in the trees and the sun

The rain spills your words

Telling me to live my own life

Still, I don’t know what that is

Without you in it

My heart does know

I will never find you

But my feet walk on

My soul never at rest

My eyes searching every face

My ears mindful of each laugh

I will search the world

And when I am done

I will simply

Start again

~pigeon head~

9-19-2023

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there is a light

in my heart

that never goes out

it may flicker and flay

but it is stronger

than I ever

gave it credit for

so as long as I have breath

my life can be a song

and I can find music

in it’s glow

it is the core

of all that I am

and all that I am

is beautiful

~pigeon head~

7-26-23

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on the death of my mother

I’ve erased myself

from my own life.

There’s freedom

in the clouds

where i exist

now.

Floating above

the girl i

used to be,

her blossoms

lying parched

and shriveled

on the forest floor.

There’s a softness

here,

to protect me

from the

sharp edges

of grief.

A lilting

ebb and flow,

as I sway

away

away

away,

trying to find

you.

~pigeon head~

6.2.23

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Orange Blossoms

water washes

over me

like a baptism

from my sins

unending night

blossoms from

my fingertips

in flowers

that wither

and die

with no light

to let them

bloom

my land

is barren

here

as I tread

across my

dust filled days

searching for

redemption

my eyes

close

I’m traveling

to the space

we used to

inhabit

to a time

our breath

could mingle

and infinite stars

celebrated

Lighting

the world

when they

saw us

showering us

with orange blossoms

and glitter

from the sky

~pigeon head~

6.2.23

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the room

where we sat

everyday

is a place

i no longer

can go

too laden

with memories

of you

my heart

can not

beat

the air

leaves me

breathless

as I wither

within

it’s walls

~pigeon head~

6.2.23

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I Will Not Take These Things For Granted

Life is about

The little moments

In between

The things we

Take for granted

Can be the things

That matter most

Catching the light

In the leaves

The glow of the world

At sunset

A dog resting his head

In your lap

The way the wind can

Sound like the ocean

Funny expressions

On faces

A joke that

Brings you to tears

Comfortable silence

Between thoughts

said out loud

All add up to

One big beautiful life

It’s not about

The big things

We wait for

But all the

little breaths

We take

In between

The sun rising

to the birdsong

Running an errand

With your mom

The smell of the forest

After a rain

The voice

Of a loved one

Seeing their eyes

Gaze back at you

The grass

And the sky

The arms of your beloved

Holding you

Create this

beautiful life

Even when

your sad

These fleeting

moments

Are all

Around you

Filling your days

Maybe not with things

You will remember

Perfectly

But definitely

With a love

You will carry

Perfectly

~pigeon head~

6.1.23

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I was made for laying in the grass below the sun, I belong amongst the flowers and the birds. Therefore it is not lazy to sit under the moon and stars. It is life, it is living at it's finest.

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I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

- Jack Kerouac

#simple living #life #happiness #solitude

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Before

In the stillness

of the morning

before the light

touches anything,

then I am

completely yours.

For then I am

completely me.

Before I open my eyes

and remember

my fading scars,

my grief not yet healed,

my tempest

that lives under the surface

of all that I am.

Before my conscious

flutters out of her

dizzy dream

and faces the new day,

that’s when

I am whole.

So I’ll lay still

and deny the dawn,

keeping my eyes closed

for as long

as I possibly can.

In the stillness

of the morning

there is no weeping.

~pigeon head~

5.18.2.23

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"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."

– Louise Erdrich, "The Painted Drum"

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