Chris Haifley Poems

I am queen of the acrylics
Master of plaster
Voyager of vintage.
I live to command pens
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First it's the smell of the damp ground,
Of the woods and the brush,
And the waning light.
Fright sparks, a flame in the foliage,
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'Candy, candy, ' the innocents scream
I know what it tastes like; it’s not what it seems
These sweets will draw you in and slit your throat
For this candy you’re eating is filled with dope
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My Body Is A Cage
Just there to hold the true Me,
I do my best to portray it,
But nothing could compare.
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Trapped in a tarnished city of gold,
The glory gone with the years,
We need to find something else to hold,
Besides the bitter sting of our own tears.
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Such a need to control the lights,
In this quiet hour of anticipation,
Strong emotions called upon in a time of tranquility are the only ones that can be caught...
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The first idea falls like a star,
White as paper and bright as the sun,
The images start flowing, dark as night,
But pure as our passion and love for life.
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Swimming, floating, drifting,
Through and through my mind, the air,
Rising, falling, never ever stopping,
Magnified magnificent in the night.
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Remember the day, when the sun shone bright,
When the rain was pure,
And you could walk in the street at night?
Remember the days when we had so much trust,
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