Edward James Poems

I sit down peacefully with my book.
Upon the blank page I look.
As i tap my pen patiently, patiently,
Patiently waiting in my writing nook.
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Medicate me with a peaceful pile of letters,
And lead me on my way again.
You picked me up when I was down,
And you drowned me with your love again.
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The full inspiration,
Of the beautiful blue.
The music of daffodils,
The voice that soothes.
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Shot in a night of impeccable injustice.
Overflowed with torment and forgiveness.
Placed directed towards my head and waiting.
Pushing through the morbid crowd.
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All the wonderful music,
Wouldn’t dare the clouds to return,
Overtop the grave site,
And leave me scratching, screaming.
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A grunt.
A moan.
An exaggerated sound of released compressed air.
Your sweet lips parted,
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I watched him land.
He closed his eyes,
and opened his hands.
He stood outstretched,
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I told you this,
And now you’re ill.
With sharp confusion,
And morning chill.
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The day I was happy,
Was the worst day of your life;
And you never thought it would come,
But it came after torment and strife.
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I remember speaking to you,
Once upon some months ago.
Once upon a fairy tale;
Once upon the fairest day.
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