Poems for Her : Episode VI

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my cat's dream is premiering tonight

sparks of his fire trickle down to me

all i do is save, save, and save

seats, screams and screenshots

i will no longer watch from the shadows

you know it is real, you know it is the thrill

i was at the gallery today and i missed you

i saw sunflowers growing lush and i missed you

i woke up breathing and i missed you

glee is my name, you said and grinned

i am racing towards the final hour

at eleven two times i was to make a wish

the line keeps breaking

you can be the goddess and the prayer

i want to try again.

add a sticky note to the wall of everything i ever said

if i wasn't so drunk, i'd help sift through the pile

the black halo behind my heart is a work of art

we'll heal and drive home at dawn to sleep it off

a step backwards and i can hear it clearly

the radio silence

the second wave announcing my second death,

while i breathe and miss you

Poems for Her : Episode V

11:38 a.m

nothing.

take raw bits of hope off the menu

i just can't cry even if i wanted to

eyes will not dry, life ahead is a blur

06:20 p.m

i think it is going to rain tonight

i got a mind full of stars, God bless me

now, i trace you back to cloudland, Ursa Minor,

with all the majestic cracks in your twelfth night

the space between two ticks is silent

12:30 a.m

these songs will not be put into notes

the refrains invite me in and out of time

whole, whole, half, whole, whole, whole, half; C Major

dot, dash, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot, dash, dot

09:14 a.m

for whom this love exists,

i write in hopes of getting to the bottom of it

everyone is a little tense, on the lookout for an exit

but i'll stick around until dawn falls, when you can't sleep

the space between two texts is silent,

a love note

Poems for Her : Episode IV

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i'll write, all right

i'll flash the torchlight in search of Jupiter

twenty-nine days and still no sign

I'll write, all right

just a crumb chance and i wonder

how my wits would hold up

oh, i'll write, all right

my last ego decimation trick up my sleeve

i'll write until i'm twenty-three

somehow the counting gets to me

it don't matter how many chords yet to stroke

the notes are everywhere, just like stardust

for the briefest moment there i thought i had me fooled

words, numbers and music will save me; sweepstakes

(wish it wasn't my last card minding the steps; checkmate)

it could be a brook or a river i have to ford

if i don't make it across, i'll build me a palace

at the bottom, with a stuffed fireplace and a winery

i'll write about heaven and the smell of vanilla

how the race to the mountaintop is not unfamiliar

so these poems will be all that's left when i'm done

i'll write, all night

till i've used up all my dry runs and the batteries

Poems for Her : Episode III

Footing to the tune

the moves are ecstatic

Raise the voice

I'm sweating out back

counting and connecting dots

the curtain gives way to the abstract

Outside her realm

she comes pay me a visit

I write to keep her alive

I feel to give myself a jumpstart

something like a dead bell

still plays out that late-night chat

There's a crack in her letter

that's how many ways there are to heaven

I took a step backwards, a crash dive

of some sort. Say, I have missed my mark

how can I live with myself if she's not here

and the obvious is going nowhere, cul-de-sack

Just a messenger gave me something to muse over

tonight, unlike last time, I'll hold back the wailing

it doesn't add up trying to relay the damage across.

A cluster of her worlds is still out there, awaiting my wording

I'm part of the void, I can't play fool

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