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Mourning View

Mourning View

A Poem by highonwords


i followed your longing for rain,blind to what loneliness moves youto wander weightless, to forgingthe heaviness of brooding silencein threadbare plac..
the moon, alone, made for you that night

the moon, alone, made for you that night

A Poem by highonwords


i'm turning golden-brown underneath,the air brims of smoke and fire,my eyes tuck themselves away, this imageasleep in a corner of a half-lit room,vapo..
atlast, this fragrance

atlast, this fragrance

A Poem by highonwords


all i have it seemsis one more breathbefore this moment escapes into the wild enchantmentof things going gonea plainspoken girl,with hair hand-crazedt..
between hurt

between hurt

A Poem by highonwords


it's when i thought you were ready to kiss,that i knew we would be friends forever,that moment i thought that would finally happen,did it actually hap..
May in the Evening

May in the Evening

A Poem by highonwords


May, 2017 - i like the pure quiet,that nuzzles my thoughts,puts me to sleep, the windows blindin a square room, near the ocean,my mind, in a straitjac..
Quarto

Quarto

A Poem by highonwords


i.they teach in math -the positive dissolutionof two negativities,that similarity freesfrom the bondage of solitude,that two solitary beingswill cease..
end of linger

end of linger

A Poem by highonwords


i got plain curious,looking at you,it was a benign mistake,a threadbare noveltysoon, frantically,i looked awayi found a girl,dropped her cherryzigzagg..
Diamonds in the Leaves

Diamonds in the Leaves

A Poem by highonwords


deep below,the sky unhingesto rain that speaks my heart -soon, i held her hand,it was a promise,she did not wantme, to break,so we sat still,staring S..
your ghost, flowering

your ghost, flowering

A Poem by highonwords


i whisper-singyour name/in her hairsee the red sun-setthe alabaster domesher n*****s erecti don't sift though the dustof her nakedness,her eyes tell a..
Still, Lucas

Still, Lucas

A Poem by highonwords


so i stopped counting,after eight years of waitingin the cold, of longing'though i still swearyou could never tellwhere the line begins,when i stopped..

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