Rince Wind Poems

Still that empty feeling
impossible to live without
were you always by my side
or was that a dream last night
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a mind ago
I took the stones for clay
thought love to be a commodity
as long as I had a price to pay...
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Someone lived a life... a few moments ago
dewdrops were on a bark a few moments ago

saw and felt things ever wanted
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I don’t know what’s more killing…
to live or to die at the hands of living…

These days I have been trying to find refuge…
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withered in love and a breathing pain
hoping for a summers rain

to dissolve all that was once constrained
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On a waning summer noon
weathered by a drifting consciousness
a dry dusty swirl rises lowly in a corner
and in its stride lifts everything
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She rises from a feeling
sinking itself in a pregnant hope
of an eluding pain which she labours to own
leaving scars on a heart left unto itself
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why did you come into my life...
or were you always there...
why do we stumble upon things...
or do we knowingly walk the way they lay...
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She seems like a stranger
every time I see her in her eyes
but it’s only in her looking away
that I know her
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She lies there by the crumpled paper
among scattered words and a broken pen...
creases narrating the story
and blots of ink feigning its reality...
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