Thomas McKelvey Poems

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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