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Sometimes I Write Poetry

A collection of short poems I have written in the last year.

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Sometimes I Write Poetry
Nikolah Kershisnik

And everything was perfect: the way we laughed, the way we touched.

Beneath a veil of stars and the moon that cries of lust.

We exist, we exist.

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It's a beautiful thing, destruction

Frantic madness of passion

Slurred rambles, hammered, to illustrate our minds

the harsh reality remains..

we the people, afraid

hallow bones devoured by the monster who thrives in your boiling blood

child, sweet child

where hath your innocence gone

wild eyes mistake you

by empty souls forsaken

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Be still Be here In the Now

Lie shivering

let fade upon the horizon and inhale what your own two eyes can touch

tomorrow can't escape you but day is on the run

run

run

catch it as your breath may steadily be held. Behold what's thrust upon you,

precisely in this second

warm palms

lie shivering

release that nervous laughter and Be still.

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You held a match to the empty skies

and with all the pain and with all the lies

I put it to flame.

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Entangled I the huff of your delicate existence. My skeleton is hollowed as I try to mold a bed for you:

A canvas where your tears may stain and your rage may tear apart the sheets

Where my chest may be your pillow so that I the one to hold you

as you sleep

and protect you from your dreams

for sun rises reality and fear sinks in like teeth

pearly white agony

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I winced and you walked.

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Swoon bella swoon

sway by the riverside

exhale all your worries and release your swollen mind

indulge in the delicate light of the creature who fly

by your window, willows whisper

and all your dreams are heard

they travel as little seed on a mission quite absurd

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A song:

Open letters, empty sweaters

your chest used to fill

my head meant to lay and heart beat's lullaby would play

3 am cricket choir

my toes curled beneath your chiseled calf an yet

closer, was craved by our souls

Cuz I fell, said I wouldn't, but I fell

Is it healthy is it sound

To love someone so much that it hurts that you bleed that my spine is fracturing

We exist, you and me, in kaleidoscopic dreams.

Swooned by the moon, making love until noon

sheets never stay made but Id never complain

every line every crevice every curve

your fingers would trace now only scars in their place remain

I heard you liked the color black so I stripped myself of hue

and I adored you, yes I adored you

Cuz I fell, said I wouldn't, but I fell

Is it healthy is it sound

to love someone so much that it hurts, that you bleed, that my spine is fracturing

we exist, you and me, in kaleidoscopic dreams

That cigarette you hold, to take away the pain

you never felt worthwhile so I let your poison seep my veins

in the hopes of an exchange, that you'd feel warmth and you'd know love

though I'd never be safe again, I'd never be safe again

Cuz I fell, said I wouldn't, but I fell

Is it healthy is it sound

to love someone so much that it hurts, that you bleed, that my spine is fracturing

we exist, you and me, in kaleidoscopic dreams

Oh I'll watch the stars as you'll watch me dance

a soft smile of existential longing

the sting of awareness at our insurmountable distance

distance

Yes I knew it'd come to haunt me

when home became a person, not a place, constructed space

no destination but you

you and me, we exist, here, in kaleidoscopic dreams


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