Justin Baker Poems

The moon, the sun
the stars, the sky
they stay intact
though none know why
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Death by new daylight
life by old night
through this succession
we all recite
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Trees like nervous people,
greedy with their land,
half light, half dark,
the looming stage,
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Oh god,
I'm shaking,
though i'm trying to stop.
I'm crying,
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Where are we drifting?
Where are we drifting? !
I don't want to go,
I want to stay here in this point.
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I can not breach the glassy front,
when will I reach the place I thought I lived,
the home I once conjured,
with you in my bed.
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Such a symbol,
doesn't exist,
holding more,
standing taller.
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A pointless word, pushed through a pen
a dull idea, lies all but dead
soft spoken tunes form feelings from air
with unstable hands, a touch here, dab there
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Few idling moments
to explain how a heart beats
what then...
the silence drawing nearer
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What says a reflection,
to this portrait of skin.
Each grains lying response,
yeilding what would rather not be seen.
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