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~unremembering

this you should know

it's almost march

& I'm becoming bluer

as restless as a verb

forgotten by the wind

    too sacred for

    the telling

how little I remember

of months with no corners

the similarities of secondhand

smoke

    & shadows sewn

    into scars

this naked wreckage

    my eyes, full of water

                  full of ink

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~unremembering





this you should know


it's almost march
& I'm becoming bluer

as restless as a verb
forgotten by the wind
    too sacred for
    the telling

how little I remember
of months with no corners

the similarities of secondhand
smoke
    & shadows sewn
    into scars

this naked wreckage

    my eyes, full of water
                  full of ink









lah  2.20.17  ©®
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~undertone

there are so many quiet words

to explain the way

I fall like snow

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Micropoetry
~undertone






there are so many quiet words
to explain the way


I fall like snow
 
 
 
 
 
lah  2.20.12 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #thoughts  #personal  #micropoetry  #introspection  #emptiness  #depression  #quiet  #retrospection 
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~the presence of absence

 

 

 

 

There are days

words fall easily

 

 

litter the page

like a pale shade

of october's

collapsing color

 

 

the dull copper

and brittle brown

gently brush

against bare sheets

 

 

still

they never fill

an empty womb

 

 

they become

small stars

that lay upon

my windowsill

and wither in

their pallid death

 

 

I slip my hand

beneath the pane

so they know

that I’m here

 

 

and I will wait

 

 

even when the

air is too thick

with attic footsteps

and unheard voices

 

 

even when I

feel the paint

peeling back

eyelids to

haunt these

vacant lungs

 

 

yes, even then

 

 

 

 

lah  3.7.12 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~the presence of absence
 
 
 
 
There are days
words fall easily
 
 
litter the page
like a pale shade
of october's
collapsing color
 
 
the dull copper
and brittle brown
gently brush
against bare sheets
 
 
still
they never fill
an empty womb
 
 
they become
small stars
that lay upon
my windowsill
and wither in
their pallid death
 
 
I slip my hand
beneath the pane
so they know
that I’m here
 
 
and I will wait
 
 
even when the
air is too thick
with attic footsteps
and unheard voices
 
 
even when I
feel the paint
peeling back
eyelids to
haunt these
vacant lungs
 
 
yes, even then
 
 
 
 
lah  3.7.12 ©®

Rest in Peace Jason & JonThomas. Mommy loves you. ❤️
#poetry  #reflection  #death  #thoughts  #personal  #grief  #loss  #pain  #sadness  #mourning 
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~paper flowers

 

 

 

 

I'm going to arrive unannounced

like a six am alarm

or august rain

 

 

swing open the heavy door

to our red room

watch the way wind scatters

flowery stationary

I left behind

 

 

just old words to seed

below the pane

 

 

I'll still drive by

 

 

see their colors

see their bloom

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~paper flowers
 
 
 
 
I'm going to arrive unannounced
like a six am alarm
or august rain
 
 
swing open the heavy door
to our red room
watch the way wind scatters
flowery stationary
I left behind
 
 
just old words to seed
below the pane
 
 
I'll still drive by
 
 
see their colors
see their bloom
 
 
 
 
 
lah  38.12 ©®
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~expostulate

 

 

 

 

 

notice the nicotine stains on

his fingers, his teeth

 

as if a high school cigarette

she should have snuffed at

sixteen

 

 

 

he's eight hours late

and has too many lies

combed through his hair

too many songs tucked

in his back pocket

 

and he stands there

old black eyes, dulled

like lightbulbs

burnt out by the storm

 

 

 

she's sober as an empty

shot glass when

she unbuttons her skin

 

hangs it in the symmetry

of shadows

beside last april and two

blue raincoats

 

 

 

this wet night will vibrate in

her hand but the cold will

suit her fine

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~expostulate
 
 
 
 
 
notice the nicotine stains on
his fingers, his teeth
 
as if a high school cigarette
she should have snuffed at
sixteen
 
 
 
he's eight hours late
and has too many lies
combed through his hair
too many songs tucked
in his back pocket
 
and he stands there
old black eyes, dulled
like lightbulbs
burnt out by the storm
 
 
 
she's sober as an empty
shot glass when
she unbuttons her skin
 
hangs it in the symmetry
of shadows
beside last april and two
blue raincoats
 
 
 
this wet night will vibrate in
her hand but the cold will
suit her fine
 
 
 
 
 
lah 2.18.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #drugs  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #alcoholism  #divorce  #separation 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~wingspan

 

 

 

 

there are birds inside the wall

 

 

listen

to the rhythm of feathers flapping

like rumors of small hollow bodies

and their desperate chirping need

to be free

 

 

I can't unbutton the drywall

or paint it a bold color of

escape

 

 

but I try to explain that I'm

addicted to a certain kind of

sad

and maybe we all hide behind

the same corner

 

 

if this were elsewhere

a different canvas, a different life

we could fly together

experience the rain

and become intimate with

the outside storm

 

 

as if there never was a wall

after all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  6.18.12 ©®

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~wingspan
 
 
 
 
there are birds inside the wall
 
 
listen
to the rhythm of feathers flapping
like rumors of small hollow bodies
and their desperate chirping need
to be free
 
 
I can't unbutton the drywall
or paint it a bold color of
escape
 
 
but I try to explain that I'm
addicted to a certain kind of
sad
and maybe we all hide behind
the same corner
 
 
if this were elsewhere
a different canvas, a different life
we could fly together
experience the rain
and become intimate with
the outside storm
 
 
as if there never was a wall
after all
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  6.18.12 ©®
 
#poetry  #reflection  #relationships  #marriage  #introspection  #pain  #sadness  #divorce  #separation 
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~notes on reconciliation

 

 

 

 

 

I imagined we were asleep

 

 

still unpaired

or perhaps unprepared

and aching to be lost in

a dream

 

 

quiet while the air moved

between us

 

 

unaware that forgiveness is

a red wall

with no windows

and the only way to see out

is to look within

and emerge like an august sun

full of warmth

 

 

to breathe together

and move together

in a moment

 

 

the way our lips trembled the words

like water

soft blue streams that pulled

what was left in the right direction

so we could find our way

back to each other

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~notes on reconciliation
 
 
 
 
 
I imagined we were asleep
 
 
still unpaired
or perhaps unprepared
and aching to be lost in
a dream
 
 
quiet while the air moved
between us
 
 
unaware that forgiveness is
a red wall
with no windows
and the only way to see out
is to look within
and emerge like an august sun
full of warmth
 
 
to breathe together
and move together
in a moment
 
 
the way our lips trembled the words
like water
soft blue streams that pulled
what was left in the right direction
so we could find our way
back to each other
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  7.26.12 ©®
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~comely

listen to quiet roots

unfold

        a forest in my hair

the thin bones of thickets

         & stars pulsing against

         my skin

         I'm becoming night

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Written by InkArtist in portal Micropoetry
~comely







listen to quiet roots
unfold
        a forest in my hair


the thin bones of thickets
         & stars pulsing against
         my skin


         I'm becoming night









lah  4.30.16 ©®
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Written by InkArtist in portal Philosophy

~undefined metaphors

january makes me too bitter

for poetry, the way it

stings a menthol-cool vapor

like rubbing alcohol in

a childhood memory, a reminder

as I hibernate under a blanket

of empty white pages &

let the words accumulate

like regrets

or maybe truths

& dirty snow

deep with resentment

the exhales of handless clocks

or grey scribbles on

an unpainted wall

with nine nailholes

crooked & discriminatory

where darkness is like

gelatinous glass reflections

pulled to dim porch lights

because winter is open-mouthed

& the rebellion of

march resides next door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  1.23.17 ©®

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There's just something about Nothing...
Written by InkArtist in portal Philosophy
~undefined metaphors





january makes me too bitter
for poetry, the way it
stings a menthol-cool vapor
like rubbing alcohol in
a childhood memory, a reminder
as I hibernate under a blanket
of empty white pages &
let the words accumulate
like regrets
or maybe truths
& dirty snow
deep with resentment
the exhales of handless clocks
or grey scribbles on
an unpainted wall
with nine nailholes
crooked & discriminatory
where darkness is like
gelatinous glass reflections
pulled to dim porch lights
because winter is open-mouthed
& the rebellion of
march resides next door
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  1.23.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #emptiness  #winter  #sadness  #writersblock  #retrospection  #SomethingAboutNothing 
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~rote

it's winter & the night smells of smoke

& ache

I'm alone

in a house full of black ink

a thousand miles from here

searching for something that belonged to you

older than an apology

something quiet

like the cadence in caesuras of

february's shifting snow

as white as an empty page

it's always winter & I am not this

when I measure the sound of clouds

moving their darkness like yesterday's words

& when I measure the thickening air

between us by months

by my shadow's long bones

sleeping in a bed of separation

it's the same way I assemble assonance

in a small room with small walls

as it calls out metaphors

until it echoes in my ribs, ghosting

my voice

it's still winter & I remember forgetting

I'm growing older

colder between these sheets

writing you in this poem I pretend to be

& trying to name this grief

lah 2.11.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~rote
it's winter & the night smells of smoke
& ache

I'm alone
in a house full of black ink
a thousand miles from here

searching for something that belonged to you
older than an apology
something quiet
like the cadence in caesuras of
february's shifting snow

as white as an empty page

it's always winter & I am not this

when I measure the sound of clouds
moving their darkness like yesterday's words
& when I measure the thickening air
between us by months
by my shadow's long bones
sleeping in a bed of separation

it's the same way I assemble assonance
in a small room with small walls
as it calls out metaphors
until it echoes in my ribs, ghosting
my voice

it's still winter & I remember forgetting

I'm growing older
colder between these sheets
writing you in this poem I pretend to be
& trying to name this grief




lah 2.11.17 ©®
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