Jeshua Logsdon Poems

The pinging and panging of nails on the floor.
The beating and banging, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! !
The roof leaks,
The floor creeks,
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I am it.
This endless game of tag
And I am it.
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Write.
Spill words like glitter on the page and arrange them in an iridescent phrase.
Write with gleaming brilliance, adept lexicography, and chic methodology.
Allow your thoughts to linger, potpourri-esque, in the air.
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I went up the hill to pick flowers today,
A place I have been several times before.
Blessed by the light of the early morning sun
Overlooking the city with an infecting sense of pride.
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Call it art.
His hands shake from insomnia as he watches the birth of morning
For the six hundredth time,
Out of his upstairs window.
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Step
Step off the ledge and fall
Fall into a velvet oblivion
Tumble headfirst into a downy cloud of misfortune
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I stand beneath the moon a broken man
Too long I’ve given my mind up to my heart
I long to feel the touch of your sweet hand
But alas, we had to set our love apart
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I watch you from above, little songbird
You perch yourself below without a fear
You take a deep breath in and mutter a word
That same sweet song falls softly on my ear
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I am in need of a physician,
who can give me a medication,
that will take away this pain
and give me back my strength,
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