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Curiosity of Sight

Another one of the poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past.  Written in 2011

Her eyes do not work but she still sees

How can you perceive what you see if you’ve never seen before?

Or what if you don’t remember sight?

“It was lost as a child,”

Before objects had words?

Before you could focus?

Before things solidified?

Would these pictures still form in your mind?

Would you use these images as a basis for imagining everything else?

What do you see when you cant?

What do you see when you close your eyes?

Sparks of light?

Total darkness ?

Figures forming out of nothing?

“Everything, I see everything”

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Ghost

This is from one of my more recent journals. 

We drove through town, tall grass, big trees, canals and boat docks. Sand everywhere. We unpacked the car and set up camp. We walked to the beach across the cool sand and ran right into the water. We did not stay in long. The sky was grey and hazy. The air was thick. You could see with such clarity where the water met the sky. Night fell. We lit a fire. The fire died as we tried to sleep. Air did not circulate the nylon tent so we moved outside. The bugs descended so we moved to the car. Sleep would not come. We walked to the outhouses as the sky went from black to grey. The path crossed the beach and on the way back I started to run, right into the water. I waded out to see the sun rise from behind the trees I undressed in the warm water watching the sun come up. I felt you there.

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Transplant

Another one of the poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past.  Written in 2010

She needed a new heart

the one encased in her ribs had slowly betrayed her

it’s beats held strong

and she could feel it

rise and fall

the constant movement

a comfort

her heart had always shown her the way

resting and racing

safety or fear

sleep or lust

her heart knew  when her brain could not

it was her center

but it was dying

and needed replacing

so they cut her open

dark insides seeing light for the very first time

the soft valves attached to machines while she waited

no more beating

no race

no rest

silence inside her chest

awaiting collision and the death of another

wishing and praying for the silence to end

for someone to die

for the regular beat to resume

but it does not

her new heart flips, flops and cannot be trusted.

its beats fall opposite of how they used to

the malformation is impossible to abide

and that dear friends is how she died.

 

 

 

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Fear and Silence

Another one of the poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past. DISCLAIMER/WARNING : at the time this was written, I was reading a lot of true crime books, watching too many horror movies and listening to One More Night by Stars on repeat (this poem is very much a plagiarization of that song) This is the product of a vivid imagination, fear of this particular situation, watching the news (Jaycee Dugard had just been found) and not letting enough light in. Written in 2009 

 

He watches her

always watches

all he wants to do is touch

but all he does is watch

 

an impulse

one that should have been ignored

he stops watching

he acts

 

he pulls up beside her

she pops her gum

gently asks

she says no

breaks his heart

shreds his sanity

he is empty

only twisted thorns linger

drags her in

locks the doors

His dark little haven

his dirty old home

it will be the last thing she sees.

 

she could save herself,

love him back

she would rather die.

 

no heat

just filth

without her dress she freezes.

he craved her love,

now he only craves her silence.

Frustration

a lapse

she is quiet

forever.

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Spinning Moment

Another one of the poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past.  Written in 2009

A deep breath

and he draws her closer

she lies peacefully in his arms

enveloped in a comfortable silence

except for the muffled sounds

of a finishing record

rotating on the turntable

a sound they both find comfort in

they lie tangled up in each other

neither speaks a word

they exist for this.

 

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And Races

Another one of the poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past.  Written in 2009.

Static vibrations, blunt pins and needles

it starts in the hands

the smallest shakes

fingertips go numb

moves up, down, across

the brains interior clouds

grows dark and stormy

eyes roll back

darkness occurs

a loss of control

constant spasms

blank though

no expression

heart stops

shocks to the chest

the heart races

and stops

shocks to the chest

and your alive again

darkness dissolves

light returns

and nothing has changed

 

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She Runs

This is the first in a handful of poems I’ve been finding written in journals and notebooks from years past.  Written in 2009

she had lost the path

one she had walked since she was six

it was getting colder

someone was looking for her

how was she still lost?

why wasn’t she found?

panic

not because she is lost

because she has not been found

the darkness around her

surrounded on both sides

by the deepest blue imagined

with so many unseeable obstacles

she runs

and runs

faster

faster

the blindness caused by the darkness

makes her feel like she is spinning

the wind rushing in her face stops her breath

and all she feels is flight

freedom

she runs and never looks back.

 

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