Jamie Dewyer Poems

his eyes mine line
this face for what
worth is forward
blood and sweat spent
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time to speak
from below the breaches
the seaweed wraps the scarlet
leeches
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you said prayers backwards into dust
and formed a circle of untrust
you rusted when the rain came down
from spouts inside your lies
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this gift to map ages with whispers from sages that breathe in my skeloton
stings like a curse

her hands are made Porcelain
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this seance is all that is holding us up from
the water that has come through the door
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now to see birth again
frightened at first and forever till death us part
wings that get torn apart
flown into suns and to ashes a phoenix can
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these bells toll deep, hushed still, the minds a waste
overt and cognitive only to be disgraced
your laugh, your fathers laugh
your faint attempt to pass
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her dead pennies name these wounds
numbered, instructed to
bind, as a catalyst
into the drain
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this mask i fear
is wearing me
inside out in atrophy
but please release this cobalt ice
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the palace of contempt was wrought
naught with these veins the eyes had saught
your feral knowlege of this force-feild
i can't spell well
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