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abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
the code of demons
the code of demons
this collateral we hold close, glow of the rained-upon street. quiet and solemn today, eh? suppose we walk away permanently. there goes another honest worry roll it all down fold the half-gloomy sky until
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abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
harvest of exhalation
harvest of exhalation
why these twinkling lights where the honest stars forgot. were we symbols or song? the flesh of kindness          is formed
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abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
platitudes
platitudes
isn’t it this easy december honesty? file away your nostalgia  with filtered torment within freezing rain  while fog remains around your heart  like chromosome stairways  the light
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
between-dream
between-dream
nape of the neck i rest the wind. i let the bones go. we carousel’d like dragonflies  lest warm my feet, tell the carnival’d hope. blister on, the tea to soothe a soft fire caravans iris swayed like
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
in reverse
in reverse
it’s your retrospect  just the one key unlock the night  or these ardent hands feeble cells i wanna construct ornament this exchange too ~Olvr
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
stories for teeth
stories for teeth
don’t make an enemy of time like the countdown deposed of western seam’d sun dispose your fears in a greedy glass of blue and sea foam. we see the golden grass hue when it’s nearing winter messages caught
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
december resembles your face in summer, cold like the road through southwestern blizzards
december resembles your face in summer, cold like the road through southwestern blizzards
laying plain, in the grass and sin always a wandering guilt, kicking, spinning managing the wild craft of atoms  this life, a lonely bite of death these stars, a slumber of breath ~Olvr
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
always been here
always been here
you’ll melt into the salt of unseen tears of unheld nights of unsheathed moons until another million years go by and still and on to morph the spark and fold and born too bare, the blemishes you’ll forget
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
treason, like this island
treason, like this island
a flowers bloodstream a butterflies clutch sinister color become coal together here is a warm discover ~Olvr
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
if it's collecting stones
if it's collecting stones
new mexico cold blue  red feud  rain at 20 degrees a song comes back to me another blank sky an empty black street ~Olvr
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
a barefoot poem
a barefoot poem
a barefoot poem
abarefootpoet
poetry
9y
a poem from a barefoot poet
a poem from a barefoot poet
a poem from a barefoot poet
abarefootpoet
curie
9y
dispel
dispel
the glisten a cable car confirmation watch the fading station here your head was simple and rested all the harolding and the tunes ill motive shame carried shoulders dispelling   god and who knows
abarefootpoet
poetry
10y
blueprints - an original poem
blueprints - an original poem
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abarefootpoet
poetry
10y
Broken arrows (an original poem)
Broken arrows (an original poem)
to be a part of a river, tracing we can't climb out when the stones are carrying us i know we can angle it the truth to tell the wishes of a broken arrow that intervenes in my veins be my radio, my light
abarefootpoet
poetry
10y
Stones (an original poem)
Stones (an original poem)
we weren't limited to the naked skin of night or the soil finding its way between our toes we carried a sail over murky waters we cradled the soul of love into a prism of rain and today i have a thousand
abarefootpoet
poetry
10y
Dawn (an original poem)
Dawn (an original poem)
the feeling when you are just finishing your       final cup of tea what the universe delved out i was not listening       and i was drowning
abarefootpoet
poetry
10y
Coffee & Confessions (an original poem)
Coffee & Confessions (an original poem)
a black drink a cold pen strokes glowing paper       spilling strange confessions take the blow above
abarefootpoet
life
10y
Daydreaming Fools (an original poem)
Daydreaming Fools (an original poem)
i keep dreaming. my sanity has shifted to rely on it allow the dreams to run rampant these days to sound like symphonies  it's all perspective. some call me crazy for being honest because they've sold
abarefootpoet
poetry
10y
Osmosis (an original poem)
Osmosis (an original poem)
as it started out it was discovery first blink first bawl first bite the world is not a canvass it's a painting we sit and stare absorb  you're just like a leaf delicate taking it in creating wonder

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