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These are the days of sick pale sunlight
Worms writhing in the soft muddy ground
Baseball played in black mourning uniforms
By ghosts of summers past
These are the days of gulls dashing against rocks
Of stories half-remembered read from yellowed books
Confused dust fumbling about in slanted light
In ancient hospital rooms
These are the days of wanting to be more
Fuller, more colorful, vibrant and alive
But these days squirm in semi-darkness
Eating shadows of the past
I see you removed your ring; it was cheap, and left a green circle on your finger.
Nothing is golden anymore.
Worms writhing in the soft muddy ground
Baseball played in black mourning uniforms
By ghosts of summers past
These are the days of gulls dashing against rocks
Of stories half-remembered read from yellowed books
Confused dust fumbling about in slanted light
In ancient hospital rooms
These are the days of wanting to be more
Fuller, more colorful, vibrant and alive
But these days squirm in semi-darkness
Eating shadows of the past
I see you removed your ring; it was cheap, and left a green circle on your finger.
Nothing is golden anymore.
Literature
Panic Attack
What's this?
What fragile thing,
a bird with wings,
has replaced my heart?
Don't die, little bird.
Out of breath, out of time...
This is how we die.
This is how we die.
Struggle in your cage,
fight against the bars --
they tighten, they tighten,
and you weaken.
Don't die, little bird.
Out of breath, out of time...
This is how we die.
This is how we die.
And this frightened thing
with fragile wings
frantically flutters
faster until it slows.
Don't die, little bird...
Out of bre
Literature
the chase
the waves chased us
and we ran
laughing
squealing when the icy Atlantic caught up to our toes
the sea-foam lingered
and she watched it
fascinated
touching what she called the ocean’s bubble bath
the sand stuck to our feet
and we smiled at each other
delighted
racing back toward the water in a chase of our own
Literature
one night stand
Inspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
clothes-
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
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You're such a talented wordsmith!