Tessa Roods Poems

If I could hold time, I would walk in a circle around you while nobody watched.

In the park the music would cease, and all those dancing eyes would stare vacantly into the river sky, for a moment set aside for us.
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Am I mad now, or is that just how I should be? Deep inside this voice of eternal suffering, filled with inspiration big enough to fill a valley of falling hills, each collapsing onto the other, landing on top of my ‘soulish ego'.

When the ‘juice' hits these lips, so does the vulgar grace inside my mind. My ‘reality' comes crashing down, bloodying my face with kisses of clarity.
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The Other Part of Me

Eyes closed, heart open,
bare feet touching the ground;
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Our Dance

I don't know how to move on from you.
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Tender

I heard your tears.
You hid behind my door,
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The Pool

In small town Montana,
I found a dream.
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Silence

There was a song playing in my head.
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Eternity
Part One
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Blind strides, a push from inside
soles wore down, pay no mind
eyes down, shut out all sound
chill in the air; don't care
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