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[oldsoulnewmoon]

graves of poe.

l. my mortal image a wintry sheath of sovereign thoughts surging like a tempest within my veins ll. it was the dark root of a nightly forest with tangled paths like breaking stone lll. you dug me out of those trenches and loved me back to health lV. a suffering servant thine godly priests I did not believe V. a soul returning from death? Vl. you have nourished my breath softly whispering with pieces of my heart a feeble murder land   Vll. you made it wholly again

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

my friend.

I wonder if you are still taking pictures of telephone wires down each road that dead ends within each midnight star that winks and I wonder if you want to listen and tell stories of how there is still ache that burns lungs and each word that gets caught up on lips

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

and I am uncatchable.

everything eventually fades to black and white deep above the sky deep into my heart I will soon forget you don't worry my feet comforts the soil that makes the earth move you won't be able to catch me on that road to Rome hearts grow restless as they often do and there is always an incurable pang that sits on our chests I’m not sure what’s worse the desert or the ocean they are both vast in their own mirage and I know, what I know, what I know… the stillness of my breath is endless

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

ghosts you know.

the winter is calling me as I marvel in your skin one more time and I'm catching your stars trembling as my lips lay low against your pulse why is it that the veiled future intrudes like the sunlight to the dark of our sky and you slip away again just before my dawn rests on my bones

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

I’ve been writing for centuries.

I’ve been writing since I was in the womb scratching my fists in small rumbles - call me crazy but I fall in love with strangers, I whisper this - I stole that from a girl who was taking her last breath, me - I know how to love I wear an affection, an actuality of my energy and intimacies bleed off my skin a little stubbornness never hurts - I will tell you, that I’m a free spirit of sorts, I belong to no one and I feel like no one belongs to me I like when people want to explore me, digging up my bones, finding my moons, and softly peeling away my destruction in a black and white darkness - a rebellion soul I have at times where my ink writes red on cold black nights, and catching my sacred pulses that beat as loud as thunder breaking through a sky where you can feel my delicate drops, my rain against your skin - I simply want my own moon at times, and my twined engagements of my epoch love will never die as I take my last breath - so I’ve been writing about it and I will continue for centuries to come...

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

in the dark.

if I could hold the wind between my fingertips and the days of certainty where you know exactly who I am and how my heart beats then you pull away as if we are strangers humming to thoughts along a crowded street where I may never see your face disillusioned spellbound hypnotized I’m dizzy the rush of my blood the feel of my pulse excites and beats my veins feverishly and I will always want to hold on to you like this poetry on my tongue

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

birds on a wire.

you know I miss you you were my sidekick my rebel of war my truth behind lies you were a land I call my friend my fate that feel good wisdom creeping onto my skin in compressed moments I often go back to the place we first met I sit and look over your journal I dust off your words I cultivate your bones I breathe life back into what's left the pieces and fragments all the finer details of remnants that lived inside your soul chanting from my lips for you to hear the sweet sounds, the chamber music once more

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

anticipation.

I screamed deep from my chest… I wanted your tender lips nibbling at my skin, your hot breath inviting my inner thighs to your teeth, and your strong hands feeling my supple moments of joy and pleasures… you, just you but I sat content listening to your banter - of a once upon summer musings as we laughed…

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

her words.

I am not easy to love, I get lost in my own what ifs and what nots where inevitably I always end up trying to string my heart back together, with fine needle point I learned from my grandmother it is not fit for love, my heart that is, and I swear one of these days it’s going to drown in the very ink I write with

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

tomorrow I’ll feel better, promise.

I use to write here, a long time ago slowly my mind creeps into play of unnoted thoughts in my subconscious I feel like I parallel on a tight rope, where one deep breath will break my bones my spirit is gone, gone like the soft spring that left the leaves to the busheling snow and I feel like a dead poet, crackling in the after glow…

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

clearly, I see.

there is always the feel of you of what I think I need to stay within, to just stay for yearning days... but give me your undeniable air of a warm breeze of a spring and the high seas tender on me... but give me your hands to caress and please to strengthen and receive your undeniable love... to the crumbling of my bones my skin is bare my truth was ripped without a care my grief sits tight on my heart as the ocean was spun apart... depth into the black of night deeper and deeper to no end in sight just ignore my breaths it will pass just ignore my thoughts it doesn't matter just ignore my love... you don't need me

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

a lost story.

Neptune bleeds its secrets I would be fine if I never talked to you again… oh, but how I wouldn’t I would speak to the trees that rustle in the forest, and adorn their silent suffering within a heart that broke like glass, as shards of those pieces stick to my lungs… I can’t breathe and they are sharp tonight when I gave you pieces of my soul, they were tender places of paths where no one traveled to   when you asked to taste my skin I reached out my hands to take your palm in mine, and I could feel the thick cement walls of vigilance crumbling down around us when you collected fragments from all the words I spattered above the moons reach from my chest bones, I felt alive and wicked the air around us felt so clean as if we were folding our own stars to form patterns in the sky,   and as it is, this is just a fairy tale a fairy tale of my heart as it beats in your hands

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

I won’t miss you.

​you have slipped away grips of silence to barricade the telling tales of a midnight that fancies the skin and clutches the moment your lips my lips our lips from where the time stood still beating silently now stolen

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

these streets have your name.

​softly quiet, behind a sheer curtain, an unmade bed sometimes my eyes are glints of whispers, and you can hear my soul I wear your skin, like I wear mine gentle and next to my spine stealing kisses, my words left on my lips we are the living with desires, walking through fires and I would love you still to feel every song I hear has your soul in the words you are here, and I am I retreat to your moments I need a good defense because I would feel you all over again

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[oldsoulnewmoon]

journals of winter.

I feared the cold months took me further away from you, autumn reaching for her cold breath to dispel immanent bone crushing blows against the tear stained earth we linger upon - lovers, and guests sipping wine from stars only to ignite in a heap of loneliness, and the faithful eyes looking back to their crooked hands holding onto rosary beads for one last prayer… the decay of leaves fall to the ground… and I am cold in every way

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