Reblog – Into The Thin Air by Stephen D. Allen

The great escape, whatever shape or form it takes.

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

Some day soon I will take the high road 
The blue sky will be my cover 
Ripped and torn green valleys below
Filled with whitethorn and birdsong

I can see those below in daily toil
Follow the path, neither left nor right
Walking straight into the far horizon
In thin air, in view of the waiting life

Living in promises and the past denied
Brought here seeking to meet the sky
Leaving their life behind in the past
Within the net they have always cast

Stoic Poetry

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There’s Nothing There

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;

skimming through to see you.

Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.

You seemed an open book.

The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.

Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.

They told a different story.

You ring hollow.

There’s nothing there.

I have to put this book down.

The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and

the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.

I learned nothing.

Maybe another blank page can read you properly.

I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.

Not again.

When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure

I’ll find a better book to discover.

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Reblog – effigy

There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels

Freedom is not a concept

The curve of her back is wired

with filament and straw fills

the space that held a heart

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh

her pupils fixed in the dark.

Her lips are strung with suffering

she no longer speaks because

there are no words that

cut deep enough.

Metal woman

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Hampered

my heart bleeds

so i refrain from you

shed silent tears

that lead to convulsions

the dream is dead

only alive in a picture frame

where space and time is paused

when did your love recede from me

seem to have done the same

our faces buried in a tv screen

as we continue to lean further into oblivion

we lost the game in the final inning

now we’re just a ball and chain

Full Lips

full lips inspiring
inspiring delicious thoughts
thoughts of intimate moments
moments richly intertwining
intertwining of limbs
limbs covered in moisture
moisture filled kisses
kisses following illogical paths
paths filled with excitement
excitement in those full lips

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix

Reblog – I Shall Miss.

Will we?

the blighters rock

I shall miss the dandelion
as surely as the sun
and I will miss the end of rain
when the storm is run
I shall miss the lies of days
which promise comforts new
and the guile of midnight’s ways
of dreams that don’t come true
I shall miss the aches of age
that torment me out of bed
though more than all in life’s great plan
I’ll miss wishing I was dead.

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