Patrick Szwaja Poems

after a night in insomnia’s clenches

i drift off to rest on a glorious couch
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there is fate

worse than love lost
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from the earliest decimation

spat forth narcissistic venom
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prophecy is merely common sense

distorted through the lens
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heartaches aside,

like a phoenix in valor,
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‘happy valentime's day, '

I slurred to my shadow
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Words wrenched from
the chapped addict's lips
Like Desperation said to Misery,
'You and me, we'll go far baby.'
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I want to breathe you in
Inhaling dreams
Through your lucid mist
And even though I wake
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A growing portion of my soul
Yearns to find that we are all stick figures
Slowly scrawled through the fog on the window
Our human failings and fears reduced
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pure fire of passion

strings melting to skin
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