Daniel Y. Poems

The house lies still,
Night envelopes the room.
Silence consumes me.
A pale column resonates light,
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My thoughts are nothing special,
I thought

my brain is just too slow.
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I beg you: Pull this book off the shelf, and
Wipe off the dust;
Sew back on the fallen pages;
Do not let it fade as I have.
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Marshmallow meets soft and sweet
with a steamy chocolate bar
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No one remembers the little hinge
that sits upon a door
carrying the olympian weight
like Atlas’ iron shoulders.
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The woman of devotion to
the morning face applied.
The porcupine instrument
yanks your hair in tufts and sheaves;
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swirling
twirling down
arms are poised
in a delicate ballet
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A blue ribbon won, I say.
For a child who did not.
The broken piano rang
with special elegance
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Half my thoughts are left to linger.
Half my dreams, and half my hope.
Half my soul was caught on paper.
Half my fear, and half my pain.
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amidst a thousand crying souls
am I lost in loud confusion
am I tossed among cadavers
am I left to pick the bones,
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