Lyndsey Grant

Lyndsey Grant Poems

Poetry is like sex
it gets better
As you become
more comfortable
...

2.

I hate the way you make me cry
Tying knots around me
Forever binding me to this
Feeling of hollowness
...

Searching in empty boxes
Broken facades that glimmer
With fierce brightness
Blinded to the carcass of regrets
...

We converse best
Through sex
And texts
And when I am not with you
...

Time excels and I pretend to be
More than nothing
Hovering above normalcy
Signed away and committed to damnation
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I have no hope for you;
We that flow
Like cheese and wine,
Or rather
...

7.

I felt like I was losing you
And so in a last effort attempt
I dug my claws into your back
And injected you into me
...

Numb
Envelopes my fingers and steadily moves into tingling
Sensations
And there it is again my chest beats with fear of not knowing what to expect
...

By building invisible barriers
Around my soul
I kept you at bay for so long
Love
...

The one liners that flew
from your sharp tongue
and got stuck like Wrigley's spearmint gum
onto the bottom of my shoe
...

Flowing past
the nights last laughs
I ponder over my drunken
Stupor
...

12.

When she spoke
Her words melted
Like velvet
And I longed to be
...

Sticky webs that crept up
And kept on
Spinning around me
Drowning me in confusion
...

Groggy eyed newness
Made me want to see
The world
Through a different perspective
...

Empty shell that once held such vibrant light
Distinguished before the wick was charred enough
Or scarred enough by life
Because even in the short span that held your breath
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I will not play games with you,
I simply don’t have the time
Or energy it takes
To care enough
...

Your prismatic shadow
Bursting fiery cascaded softness
Into mine
And I have fallen once again
...

18.

It’s almost kind of exciting
How I don’t know
If I’m coming
Or going
...

When you are giving
I pull away
Not sure what it means;
Ulterior motives
...

I used to drink your spirit
Sweet, soured, succulence
Insatiable to your beckoning
I’d follow you to the earth’s edge
...

Lyndsey Grant Biography

There was a wee lass named Lyndsey Lou And from the green field oh how she grew Until one day her Ma Took her away To sail the ocean blue They came upon an Isle of fortune And set up home amongst the commotion To toil and trudge Each turn a grudge But oh how she loved the absorption So here she is today all grown Against the Manhattan skyline she calls home Silently screaming all alone She tells her secrets in whispers called poems)

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Sexetry

Poetry is like sex
it gets better
As you become
more comfortable
With yourself

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