Shalyn Stachmus Poems

I know that's the Conscious calling us,
Seeking us to feed from love.
We take back what we gave.
We take back what we gave, to Them.
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If you die in the morning sun,
Don't return in the afternoon.
If you return once more for love,
I pray you'll be leaving soon.
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Sever, sever. I crawl, waiting for forever.
Never, never. I call, as I endeavor;
And I hang my head and fall.
They've all heard what you've said. All:
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As I mold into the miscreant of myself,
I frame self-portraits in my esoteric hell.
Seems no one seems to care, but oh well.
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'Are you gone? '
Yes, but you cannot come along.
'Is this the end? '
This is the end.
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Our plight of dark is cryptic somehow.
It cannot share. I wonder now:
Why are you so far away?
In the shadows of the moat,
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I'm sorry I left you to sulk in the moonlight.
I hope that you'll let me hold you tonight.
Now pull me closer to your breath,
And kiss me ‘til we've conquered death.
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I seem empty, I know.
But since I met you, I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say, and I don't know where to go.
But I'll try my best to make this message known.
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I love you like I did last week,
And still dress myself so candidly.
It's getting hard to slow the poison;
Harder still to know the reasons.
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Trapped inside these big, bland walls,
Dying to break out.
Conflicted, desolate, afraid.
Trying to reach out.
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