Duncan Standard

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Hi... I'm Duncan, but the people who love me usually call me Standard, I'm five foot nine inches, I weight between ten and two hundred pounds, originate in Owensboro, Kentucky, United States, but have lived all over the country, think Mexican food is what God intended food to taste like, cannot live without music constantly playing, do not own a television but have multiple ways of playing songs, believe in the infinity of love with every single fiber of my being, I have the most amazing daughter whom I have missed every single second that I havent lived in the house with her and often times catch myself thinking that if I go back to her mother I would get to see her all the time again, some days I still think seeing her is worth the bruises and blood, I believe that chivalry may be dead but I am revitalizing Victor Frankenstein's work in order to bring it back to life, and of all the things I believe in however none of them have ever been me. My passions include reading and writing poetry, metal junk sculpting, building motorcycles, and writing my whispers on the ground with the hope that someone, someday, will follow them like breadcrumbs, until our footsteps become one and they lead us to the house we will share eternity in; lead to this empty bed. This bed that was made for two. Designed with the same idea that keeps me from finding sleep within its covers. This idea, the reason I spend my nights rotating through these hobbies in an attempt to stop the flood of thoughts I cannot conquer. The same inability to focus that keeps my eyes fixed upon lips I shall not kiss, and my heart in the palms of my hands like an offering. My stomach has permanently repositioned itself in my throat and though I seem calm in a photo, I have to hold my phone when I take it or the camera will catch my trembling image as a blur. The cloud of thoughts, from which I cannot help except to escape by dreaming of spending my nights holding tightly against my skin, this lover for whom I search tirelessly; oh so close, pressed up to me, until the the sun rise sends the shadows of our past lives scurrying for cover as the promise of a future forces me to untangle my arms from her heart that beats for me, and the overly honest timestamp known as the break of dawn becomes the title of this latest chapter in the fractured and crumbling.)

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Flowers And Candles

As I lie here,
Imagining the unimaginable.
Ironing out the irony of these irrational rations of deliberate deliberation that consume each parietal signal.
Laboring devoutly within this facility my soul has established;
Between these drums that beat only of your laughter;
Behind these optics designed solely to capture your image;
Stored with such care,
As only the most precious gem should be.
Here I lounge,
The paradigm shiftless,
Inaudibly quoting his vow.
An intrinsic monologue of affirmation;
Recited as if from years of dedicated study.
Promises more sacred than any mala to escape across my lips.
Each pronouncement,
Seeking only to forge your heart with mine.
Sculpting a twisted perpetuity.
Offering up to the Goddess,
This...
Amaryllis.
A pop art tribute to your splendid beauty.
Dedicated to all you are beyond that.
The worth that reminds me how unworthy I am.
This...
Paraffin wax,
To be bound to you in the same fashion as each individual strand within a wick.
The wax joining us together as we display this flame for all to see.
Our love weaves our life eternal.
This...
White heather.
Wrapped to remind us,
Every,
Single,
Day.
To protect what's important to us.
Most importantly though,
To never forget that wishes...
Will.
Come.
True.

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