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nwpoetariel · 2 days
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Revisiting
Revisiting Now thoughts of you are rare,a distraction not afforded me.Life has gotten too perilouswhen you are near,too much a luxury.Is this how love begins to end?I am too busy keeping all the lights on,it demands too much attention;they fade as I stop thinking of you.Thoughts of you began to beforgot, how my heart rapidly beat.Beloved, is this how?  It ends.And the fire is going,…
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nwpoetariel · 2 days
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Revisiting
Revisiting Now thoughts of you are rare,a distraction not afforded me.Life has gotten too perilouswhen you are near,too much a luxury.Is this how love begins to end?I am too busy keeping all the lights on,it demands too much attention;they fade as I stop thinking of you.Thoughts of you began to beforgot, how my heart rapidly beat.Beloved, is this how?  It ends.And the fire is going,…
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nwpoetariel · 5 days
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Impatient
Impatient My patience is a guttered out candle,the wax spilled out of everything I wrote.I despair the only heat I will ever wraparound me is from my sweater,or from a heater, not a burning fire.I don’t want to own your heartbut may I again be its companion?I sit alone on a long couch,walk a lonely carpet;even my cat tires of me.I long to wear white lace again,sit on your porch,feel my heart…
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nwpoetariel · 6 days
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the void
the void my muscles are heavy with need. i whisper into the voidstill too quiet for you to avoidall i want is for you to walk into my poemlet to swirl and whirl around youperhaps sneak into your earwork its way into your subconscious then one day you will start to randomlythink about meand love then connect the twoand with a thundering shoutyou will run back to me your muscles heavy with…
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nwpoetariel · 6 days
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life
life Life is broken,like kindling stacked and ready for the match Have I wasted my life, my homejust waiting for you? I have gotten too used toliving in the darkand the cold,like tundra nights. I am a cork, waterlogged, in the vast ocean; We measure our time by our spinning. I got you to tremble with lust.Doves, all around us. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 6 days
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earth
earth let me plant my feet deep and send out rootslet me grow yellow-green leaves this springand soak up the warming sunwe are living in this liminal timebefore humans burn our mother uplet me disavow them, step awayand nuzzle back into the earthbe her child once again. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 6 days
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last six words
last six words You say you’re a bear but I think a boara cowboy looking to collar “a filly” using a bit of flair. Dude,women don’t care how many greenbacksyou pull; this isn’t The Wild West. they want self-determination and respect. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 6 days
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Why I'm Still Living
draft Why I’m Still Living1: I would do anything to spendtime with my witty son. Even enduresickness and a body of pain. to hear his   voice laugh and teasegive him two rooms, one for sleeping, one for wakingI live to see him stride across the local stageand I must live to protect him from the snake who attacks without warning, I must ensure his survival2: and of course there are my furry cats3:…
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nwpoetariel · 13 days
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panic
draft panic there are invisible bugs crawling on my skinphantom boa constrictor around chestmy mind in a thousand dank caves all at once how can I find myself my hands slither over each other like a clutch of wormsmy hair falls, trying to shield my eyes from seeing, well, everythingmy arms reach out, come back empty how can I live like this Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 14 days
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haunted
draft hauntedYou’re either a poet or a poem.I’m a poetand you my poem.you hunt my hours. the ticking of the clock is your breaths,they echo in my heavy breast.your hunting whispers to mea seductive heavy exhale.oh, merman, you murmur a hunting sirenthe ocean amplifies it until it is a foghornand the only safe shore is the rocksyour hunting are waves that drown methen raises me to air and words.I…
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nwpoetariel · 16 days
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The Devil And Me
draft The Devil And Me(after Ira Wolf)I’m not a superhero, though I wish to be.It’s weird when you wake up to The Others just under that first layer of skinand they are claw, clawing to get out, and you hope that your skin is metal like Colossus to keep them from escaping and adamantium bones to keep them from breaking you inside. But you know you’re no superhero, just a child grown who had to…
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nwpoetariel · 16 days
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form, anti-form
draft form, anti-formbreeze sends whiteblossoms drifting down like winter.the sky isblue, clouds let in the sun. yetcats huddle inside. with a hot mug to sip fromi long for summer’s warmth,to lay in the sun and let it bake me.live wearing as few layersas possible. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 16 days
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stained glass
draft stained glassweighted down base, rippling.tall art novoeu stalkholds up a reverse tulip. multi-colored glass formedinto a bell, lilies thin as skin. protecting the delicate lightbulb. when it’s on it, it glows,sending vibrant rainbows everywhere.wooden chair sits three feet from the television. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 18 days
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middle
draft middle passion monthand the pink moon is halved in the ink of it.my honey breast is going placeslooking for its north star,hoping against hope it never moves.this spring rhythm; again it shimmiesthrough my skin like a creature emerging from thawed hibernation;i wake, i breathe, i write. i long for your embracethe silliness of it, like minor fallsand major lifts. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 18 days
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essential angel
draft essential angel a gentle love of a familiar, acheafter him almost another day.a drunk, who hungersbetween blaze and ground,soak there your heart –an imagined bouquetkept sacred between a season of snow& winter, a lesser nature of air.oh beautiful woman, he inspiresa freeze of river, whispers during night. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 18 days
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Nine wounds of Frida
Draft Nine wounds of Fridafrom The Wounded Deer by Frida Kalho Was she the woodland creatureor the fallen branch we overlookSame difference,she was lost among the treesAnd could only follow the water lineback towards herself,horns and all. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 19 days
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habits
drafthabitsMy prayers take on the form learned in childhood. Ariel
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