I write because I have to Poems

Riding whispers, she said to me
ghosts of the past were never meant to be
more than lessons learned...eventually.
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silence is safe
but everything about you screams danger
your faces betray you
and I'm not on your side
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The weight of the pressure was unrelenting
ribs on the verge of break
I need a break, an escape
from the ache that I am circumventing
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The tide washed out in his mind
and all that remained were glistening grains of sand.
Slick and glossy like tiny shards of crushed glass.
Tiny, individual thoughts being pulled back to the sea,
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He told her his heart was kevlar and his skin bulletproof.
But the proof lied within when without her he'd begin
to unravel, crack.
And despite the fact that he lacked her now, it was all in the past
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How can it be that I see my way in shades of gray between the lines
are reasons why write and wrong flow through my veins
and all my mind can say stems from the pens
that stray from my mind like the thoughts from my brain
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Destinies of spiders -
recluses and widows,
lives weaved like webs free
How did we end up together?
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My fears, primal
vital as tears like the years that pass in blue
in subdued hues of sky,
thundering by
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Gray days made silver
like linings of clouds
silver then bronzed in the shadows of doubt
slivers of sun revealing the past
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Long rows of pines,
white mountains of snow,
like the thin lines of blow
that they sniffed like snow drifts two hours ago.
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