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A confession:
ma, there are seahorses dancing in the library
Autumn has come to my hometown.
Today; cool, clear and sunny--
April, a stuttering fool.
3am, and kings slumber;
Sunday falls heavy,
eyes wet with gasoline.
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Hometown
I dream of you, love of my life, most in the fall
When rain falls soft on red brick
And a crisp breeze flirts with the nape of my neck.
You have seen me leave far too soon
For far too long,
But you are still the breath that soothes
The months-long cramp in my lungs,
And my smile finds you.
In spite of that old grief in the harsh lights,
You still hold me safe and sure and real.
So I ride six hours north,
Back to you, back home
To find you once more.
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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Lost Song
I used to think myself grand in the face of the abstract.
I thought myself a poet, a knitter of words which together would create something like music to the eyes, drumming its rhythm in time with heartbeats and telling stories of love that almost was—of heartbreak that was very real at the time, and of thoughts that then seemed profound but—looking back—are laughable.
And I missed the words. They always seemed one step (or several steps—perhaps miles) ahead of me, and I wanted to run after them, to delve into their secrets and wade in their meanings. Alas, I was not worthy then, nor now, and whether or not I can eve
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This was fun. A LOT of fun. Having not submitted anything to deviantART for over a year, this contest was a great way to get back into writing poetry! I do actually have some original poetry that has been floating around in my notebook for several months, and I'm hoping that it will soon make an appearance here.
If you haven't already, check out this contest / check out #TheTitlePage!
Deviation titles used:
Dance backwards, darling (Title) My own
a confession by =back-bones
ma, there are seahorses dancing in the library by *julia-caitlin
autumn has come to my hometown by ~hungryheart83
Today, Cool, Clear and Sunny by ~xBassxHarmingx [I replaced a comma with a semicolon]
april, a stuttering fool by ~DamagedHomewrecker
3AM by ~SoLoveIsPunk
Kings by *shrimpHEBY
Slumber by ~joshua-andrews
Sunday falls by =back-bones
Heavy by ~GeeeO
eyes by *MartaSyrko
Wet with Gasoline by ~sliverofciel
Please check out these deviations - they're all rather lovely!
On a slightly related note, how does one submit to the 'Visual & Found Poetry' category? Sta.sh wouldn't let me, so I've categorised this as 'Free Verse'.
5 May 2013: I got an Honourable Mention in the Title Poem contest! Check out the amazing winners and other Honourable Mentions here
's Title Poem ContestThis was fun. A LOT of fun. Having not submitted anything to deviantART for over a year, this contest was a great way to get back into writing poetry! I do actually have some original poetry that has been floating around in my notebook for several months, and I'm hoping that it will soon make an appearance here.
If you haven't already, check out this contest / check out #TheTitlePage!
Deviation titles used:
Dance backwards, darling (Title) My own
a confession by =back-bones
ma, there are seahorses dancing in the library by *julia-caitlin
autumn has come to my hometown by ~hungryheart83
Today, Cool, Clear and Sunny by ~xBassxHarmingx [I replaced a comma with a semicolon]
april, a stuttering fool by ~DamagedHomewrecker
3AM by ~SoLoveIsPunk
Kings by *shrimpHEBY
Slumber by ~joshua-andrews
Sunday falls by =back-bones
Heavy by ~GeeeO
eyes by *MartaSyrko
Wet with Gasoline by ~sliverofciel
Please check out these deviations - they're all rather lovely!
On a slightly related note, how does one submit to the 'Visual & Found Poetry' category? Sta.sh wouldn't let me, so I've categorised this as 'Free Verse'.
5 May 2013: I got an Honourable Mention in the Title Poem contest! Check out the amazing winners and other Honourable Mentions here
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I'm not too sure the full stop after 'library' is well placed.. perhaps you could leave it open ended, but that could just be me. 
I like how this feels quite disjointed, and yet there is a sense of flow with it all in terms of time placements.. you've mentioned the season, month, time.. and then the day, and.. yeah, for each, there is depth added to it all with a statement or so putting more context to things.
I think you've managed to say a lot in this piece even though it's not prose or anything like that. It's quite beautiful.
I like how this feels quite disjointed, and yet there is a sense of flow with it all in terms of time placements.. you've mentioned the season, month, time.. and then the day, and.. yeah, for each, there is depth added to it all with a statement or so putting more context to things.
I think you've managed to say a lot in this piece even though it's not prose or anything like that. It's quite beautiful.