grace mariner Poems

There is an emptiness here.
A void the crests and wanes like my breathing,
mocked by the beat of an unholy heart.
LB says you realize when they go, the world remains,
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An object in motion remains in motion,
or so I've been told.
Energy, swift and racing like a lovers beating heart,
moving from here to there.
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I will not fit in your box.
I am to round, too squishy,
with too many sharp edges.
My colors cannot be contained in your darkness.
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I will not fit in your box.
I am too round, too squishy,
with too many sharp edges.
My colors cannot be contained in your darkness.
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Happiness is over rated.
It only makes sadness cut that much deeper.
Forever is just a moment in time,
it has no real place in real life.
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I still see you everywhere.
Like we were explorers who traveled the world together,
albeit a small piece of a very large world.
You are out there, in unexplored regions,
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I have two cousins.
I am old, they are older.
Their faces have remained relatively unchanged.
Of course the tracks of times' continuous march
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I miss that face.
That heavy brow, the awning over the steel blue eyes.
I miss that voice, it's almost effeminate perfection
that could always calm my stormiest sea.
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As I sit and I watch
as the crowds rushing by
Tis the season to spend spend spend.
And I wonder as I watch
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If you come back, come back to stay.
If you can't give me all that you are,
then leave not a crumb.
If you won't let me heal you,
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