Denbrough86

Sitting under stars

Pulling lines from the ether

Perfect words from God

Trickled down through faulty

human mind mechanics

Should my pen even once

Produce words that move the soul

It will surely be

A speck of the divine

That my faults did not destroy

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Gravity

That oppressive prick

Always holding us down

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He says it might help with my anxiety and restlessness since we may need to stay in this attic for quite a while.

I walk the rivers edge as evening dies

And natures darkest purple holds the skies

When June’s oppressive sun is headed west

A raging eye beyond the woodland crest

When lightning bugs mimic early stars

And hardened men from mills arrive at bars

I walk to find that quiet voice I knew

Beneath the river sounds, I know it’s you

O muse, I miss the days you’d guid my gaze

This poets light is dim from work and age

My dearest friend, of dusk and cricket song

I’ll walk til dawn, if you’ll only come along

Allow my eyes to See the night again

And find my reason to use this dusty pen

To be concerned with heavens sacred hues

Beneath the r

Amongst the gracious grit of Colfax Ave,

We laugh and share secrets over spirits.

The beauty of her golden pecan eyes

Rivals the greatest lines of prose or lyrics.

I’ll ignore the mighty thunder of august,

Just to hear her softly spoken story,

When she sank to darkness and rose a Goddess.

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This tree, so old and tired, groans but won’t

Snap. Her arms, seasoned now, are heavy.

This frosted crown atop her blooming brow

Flusters her birds and dulls their cawing medley

A cardinal woke to find the hues of spring

Wiped away. She flutters down to the powder

A dash of blood upon the fallen snow

The only color in the open field below

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I drink a setting sun from glass

The vinyl crackle calls the ghosts

Alone, I do romance the past

With drink in hand, I give this toast

To friendships only children know.

And the secret places children go.

To dragons slain on summer break

And bunkers built in fallen snow.

To children’s sheer innocent fears

I dearly miss the monsters of lore

For good and evil were crystal clear

And Mom could banish beasts with horns

Cheers to family meals together

Another cheer for thinking they’d last

The food was great, the company better

The movie nights we snacked and laughed

To jumping high off swings in parks

My father helped me hold the seam

Sly is the wind of fading summer

Stirring leaves from blissful slumber

The sudden strike of natures lance

And all the trees will hiss and dance

The wicked wind from fields of east

It carry’s scents of earth and beast

And brings a message to all in bloom

The winters fangs will bear your doom

Kicking cans without a pardon

Dragging hands upon the garden

Snaking in to possess the curtain

Flowers shake, for death is certain

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I walk through the double doors,

Sounds of traffic and bustle snuffed

Out by the interior’s gentle silence.

Near the door, I see the disbelief check

I’ll hang mine here like an ugly old coat

Good riddance. Its full of holes anyway.

I smell coffee and hear the flutter

of pages as I glide across the soft

carpet and up the stairs to fiction

I lose myself in a maze of stories

Oblivious as time ticks in reverse

Below towering shelves, I am twelve again

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The sea has taken the ship.

You’re now stranded alone,

Kick, and try to stay afloat

Above Poseidon’s throne.

Feel the rock of the waves

And taste their salted crests

Beneath your kicking feet

Eternal lightless depths

Stirring in the abyss

Awakened beast from darkness

Come the eater of ships

Colossal and heartless

Maker of tsunamis

Pale death of the deep

Leviathan rising

He’ll drag you under to feast

Thunder rolls, waves crash

Impartial to your screams of pain

Nearly bitten in half

Descending fast to black

In the graveyard of brave hearts

The pressure will crush your skull

Too dark for God to see

Devoured in a shi