Thomas McKelvey

Whispers trail behind me as I walk,
Hands outstretched, clutching little boxes.
'This one for your thoughts, this for your dreams,
That for the pain you cannot show.'
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I press down
desperately,
dragging my innermost self
across the page,
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I want a kiss
that makes me
crazy,
desperate for your lips.
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You see me like a needle's prick,
A jolt in your constructed bliss.
Do you crave me, or just the dream,
A fantasy you've built, it seems?
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I have been told, that
ghosts appear, in liminal spaces,
the tiny places
where you're neither here,
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I breathe heartache,
I bleed poetry
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what once was mine
but always yours,
beats in my chest,
an aching tome
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Amidst the Cherry Blossoms,
She loses herself,
Looking at the sky
Through the highest branches.
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My soul is being crushed, my spirit burdened and strained,
This world is pressing, squeezing me,
So I run into the fields, into the woods,
Finding nourishment in silence and muted tones.
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I thought of you, again.

Sometimes I feel good enough,
sometimes, I can't breathe.
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Barefoot, toes pointed skyward like heels in sand,
she gathers her hair, twists it in a simple command.
Backwards she walks, the ocean vast and cool,
pale waves like ghosts beneath the moon's soft rule.
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You trace my back with your fingertips,

All the days that used to be, standing tall between us, just history, like scars in my skin.
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Dearest Laura,
There's something strangely fleeting about this present moment, isn't there? Yet, here it is, captured in a forgotten photo, trapped within the fading whispers of cellulose. Your eyes, once pools of gentle sublimity, now appear as muted moons through the haze of time.
The picture jolts a memory awake, a memory sharp as a shard of glass. It throws me back to that night, when the truth of our connection settled in my heart - a love that bloomed only on one side. You were, and always would be, a dear friend, a source of unwavering support. But the ache for something more, something beyond the boundaries of friendship, lingered unrequited.
I can't recall why I took that photo, or why I held onto it for so long. Perhaps it was a silent testament to a fleeting dream. Now, unearthed from the dusty corners of forgotten boxes, your placid gaze unlocks a flood of memories - the scent of spring blossoms mingling with fresh rain, the nervous anticipation that thrummed in my veins. It was the night you accepted my invitation to the dance, a night etched in both joy and sadness.
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The little red fox froze, momentarily distracted. Her ears, perched precariously forward, twitched incessantly, straining for the faintest sound. She padded softly across the granular forest floor, a mosaic of snow and moss. Her eyes darted around like a hummingbird flitting between blossoms before she nervously trotted into the icy fog. It snaked down the mountainside, swirling around the trees like a ghostly river. Each footstep was a fading whisper, an echo of the one before, leaving a trail of shallow paw prints that vanished in the thawing earth.

Ahead, in a clearing bathed in pale sunlight, a herd of reindeer grazed. Their patchy coats steamed in the crisp air, their musty scent filling the fox's nostrils. It was a scene of sublime chaos as the herd shifted, hooves snapping like twigs on a frosty morning. The fox, unseen at the edge of the forest, felt a pang of excitement followed by a prickle of unease. The scent she craved, a familiar melody on the wind, had led her here, but now it was faint, almost lost.
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Standing like sentinels,
Ancient and wise souls they hold,
The tall oaks behind my house unfold,
Swaying in the storm's cold grasp.
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It begins, my beloved,
the moment my eyes open,
in the pale light without you.
Morning is an angry sea,
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it starts
the second I wake
without you
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it starts
the moment I wake
without you
the emptiness of morning
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We hid
from the heat, and prying eyes
in the back seat
of your sister's best friend's car
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'Virginia is for lovers'
yeah,
that's what the sign said, but
I don't think your father agreed.
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