alex haywood Poems

A papercut from a page
that should not have
had an edge so sharp
caught my attention
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Evading the clammy hands of lust
I pour passion into the spaces

Fractured thoughts of love
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Impatient to leave
my doubt stands still
Like a grave it sits.
My thoughts have too many wings
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A nerve wracking pain
spreads over me when it rains
I'm home here among
the ruins of my faith.
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I run with abandon
to reach the horizon
before the orange sun sets.
The oddity that is me
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Like signing a blank page
I entered the sensible emptiness
willingly stepped on fresh snow
I work my way piecemeal
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Creamy as fog
rolling down a mountain
fear, the permanent resident
of the attic of my mind,
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My heart masquerading as a stone
draped with a grey cheesecloth
unserviceable hands,
marble heavy
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As I suffer the beauty
of another sunrise
taste returns to my tongue
barricaded behind tongue and spit
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Profound sadness
like a grey boulder
sits next to my heart
unbearably heavy in my chest
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