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Walk With Me

Walk with me
Hand in hand
Arm in arm
And smell the scent of grass
As we walk barefoot on them
Let them tickle you
Let me feel your giggles shake me
And sonorous chuckles
vibrate my ribs
Walk with me
By my side
Our strides matching
In sync
In rhythm
And see the fireflies surround us
And see me see you
Taking you in
Memorizing every curve
and every corner
Walk with me
Accompany my every step
And I promise
We’ll walk on the roads that the moon makes
On the surfaces of lakes

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With Glitter And Glue

I found an angel
Once was a Christmas ornament
But I found her unordained
With broken wings
Chipped
And cracked
Her face a mess
And her arms aloof
I’m not Christian
Not a good one at the very least
But to see her like that broke my heart
Wrenched my soul

So I picked up the poor thing
And took her home
It was then
And still to this day
I’m fixing her with glue
Occasionally glitter
Patching her together
Fixing her up
In hope that maybe I won’t have to
Paint a smile on her face
And maybe
Just maybe
My lifetime of sins can be redeemed

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Intertwined

That’s all I ever want
To lay by your side
Our fingers intertwined
To watch you fall asleep
And be the first you see
When you open your eyes

And that’s all I ever want
To see you smile
On jokes terribly defined
Their delivery corrupt
Their meaning lost on most
But kept within us alive

And that’s all I want
To cook you meals before you arrive
From work or dreamland alike
To get my baby up and brush her teeth
And then watch her bathe
Maybe some assistance I’ll occasionally provide
And watch you blush as you read these lines

And that’s all I ever want

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Lost

Buried within the heart
Of a barren, dry desert
I want to be the flower
That blooms
Perenneally
In the odorless
Scalding scathing burning sand
Within its bosom
I want to be the aroma
Of a valley flooded in colors
Sometime in late August
In the freezing nights
Within the cold sorrowful chest
Of the broken desert
I want to be the radiance
That guides travellers lost
And dying
And be the hope
That eggs them on
I want to be the last goodbye
That fares them well
To the afterlife

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Without You

I am
The string without a kite
Blunt teeth with no bite
A singing mecaw with no voice
A jug of cold coffee without ice
I am
Winters without soup
Basketball without hoops
A pair of laces without shoes
A tree with no roots
I am
A tongue that cannot taste
Admirable talent went to waste
Because the truth, my dear, is
The world without you I cannot face

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If You Don’t Mind

Hun
If you don’t mind
I would like to build you a home
Made up of flesh and bones
Most of them my own
And keep you there
Safe and sound
Forever
And hun
If you don’t mind
I would like to lend you my eyes
To show you
What you’re really like
Through my eyes
And convince you you’re flawless
A true spectacle of nature
A miracle of life
And hun
I’d like to send you my brain and heart
To show you what’s really inside
A radio with your tunes singing in delight
Awaiting your arrival
Back home

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Daily Prompt: Smoke

Like the haunting tale recalled,

Of the nightly beast that haunts.

The smoke he smoked went up and blurred

In rings it went and evanescence.

His mouth was shaped into an O,

As if the beast inside was trying to grow.

The ring resembled the moon so close

It threatened to change the moonless night.

His hissing blow shatters the silence,

Of the howling wolf his stance compares.

He smiles at us and shrugs his frame

But inside lays something that has had fame.

Atop he shows he doesn’t know.

Inside a joke with the beast he shares.

 

via Daily Prompt: Smoke

P.s.: Don’t smoke. It appears to be cool but it kills. Don’t smoke.