Alex Brawn Windrealm Poems

My window blinds are just that.
They, bruised by the fire that
I hate—But depend on presently.
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Complex are we, but like notes harmonize
To life’s rhythm kept by hearts’ beating strings.
Bones jointing together. They are our keys,
And their frame sealed by soft skin soothes my eyes.
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My throat and my joy and my lungs,
Make a laugh at what once then was,
so harsh at the time. I, confined,
My legs strangled by the vines.
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Dances for me, lightly
Does the rain's bright lightning
With gracefully-laid steps,
And hammered deep, bass frets.
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Part I: What Was


One moment leaves me, and another arrives.
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I'm not their demon
Creeping in their home-
Creeping through the things they've thrown.
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I'm a child to your grace
Breathing malnourishment in your face.
I long for self-deceit,
And walk at a stranger's pace.
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'Why am I so sad? '
Those words are subtly said.
They leave my lungs in their breath,
Crying while they carry themselves
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How should I still separate
What needs to be said right now
And what desires to be heard?
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Your eyes—how they glide
And guide my glued gaze,
Every time they graze.
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