Medusa Waves Poems

Honey Bee, Honey Bee-
Creator of all beauty
Feed to me, feed to me
A sweet golden drop
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Winter Comes Again, Desiccating The Peonies And Daffodils Of My Heart
Im An Echoed Murmur Of All Soft Things, And Tender Thoughts Escape Me
Half Glances Into The Lilac Sky, And The Reds And Golds Of Leaves Kindle A Fire Inside Me
Now That Winter Is Here, Her Ice-Encapsulated Heart Presses Against My Warm Chest
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Who's that staring in the mirror, A blank empty face in the dark
I feel it in my skin, a killer-a monster waiting to emerge
Who's that sinking in my eyes-it's vision blurs my eyes into red
She talks but nothing ever comes out-a language of tongues never known
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In hues of blue, and deep azure,
Your eyes casted and drew in the lure
Reeled in a victim, a fish of plain love
Unsatisfied, you reel in for more
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Tomorrow is too far, I beg for your loving arms- no other place feels like home
Next month is much too long, I plea the wind to steal a kiss, -I long to feel alive
Months pass, each day is a year, and a year feels like I’ve lived many lives
I’ve fallen in and out of love many times, through these people only saw your eyes
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Tomorrow is too far, I beg for your loving arms- no other place feels like home
Next month is much too long, I plea the wind to steal a kiss, -I long to feel alive
Months pass, each day is a year, and a year feels like I’ve lived many lives
I’ve fallen in and out of love many times, through these people only saw your eyes
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What is love but a black crow that perches heavily on the frail limb of a dying oak.
Resurrection does not exist in this heart of mine, fly away now before the red storm comes
What is love but the infestation of infatuated termites feeding within this oak home of mine,
I feel their hundred legs crawling beneath my skin. I Pick and Pick till the wine coloured blood oozes out like hot magma from the craters my nails develop–I feel them slowly eat me from the inside
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You once filled my heart with a ray of light that I could not feel myself,
Now this ray is dim and my heart has left a dull beating
Slow beats, blood rushing to my head again and all I feel is nothing
I push the blade against the surface of my skin, to feel real—ruby pearls emerge
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You are a proud man, tall man, eyes open wide—man
You are the pit of abandoned fields,
You are empty pages filled with purged words
Sad man, lonely man, wild-horned savage man
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Every hue of earth is in vain, and taken, it all leads to memories of you
Maybe I am but a fiend of your love, and the way that our souls connected
You took my darkness, kissed it with acceptance, and emptied your hard shell
I fell in love with the way you knew my sins, and still told me I was good hearted
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