Day 2193, perpetual emotion.
Day's pictures, Poetryrelations
Day 1882, cocoon.
Daily picture, Poetry
We travel together
in a small cocoon
~
building up pressure
but also close
~
sharing the same
going forwards
~
and still nor seeing
each other’s
own side
Day 1861, sculpted.
Daily picture, Poetry
If I see you standing
like a statue
~
not finishing
where you moved
~
an expression
without words
~
I realize
that I am the one
that sculpted you
Day 1673, her.
Day's pictures, Poetry
She was standing there
forever
still in silence
~
I could see
her posture
knew where to go
~
up the stairs
to get her…
Day 1658, standing still.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I open the drawer
with one hand
holding a picture
in the other
of you
standing in a doorway
~
I can not see
if you are leaving
or coming in
~
I only remember
that we were there
Day 1632, your face.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It looks
like I see
your face again
in everything
~
maybe
you disappear
when I open
the door
for a while
~
so you know
you can come in
Day 1615, clear cut.
Day's pictures, Poetry
All the fibers
tore
seamless
in my body
at the same time
~
when you told me
~
it was best
this way
~
a clear cut
and I was
Day 1614, in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I look
in the mirror
through your eyes
~
I see the tension
between
Day 1611, looking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I sit
and look
like an eagle
~
watching what you do
hiding like a shadow
behind you
~
I search for
my
insecurity
in you
Day 1601, dragged.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t want
to give you cover
no longer
against the rain
~
but I am still
leaving
dragged down
by the forces
that kept me
with you
Day 1591, happy.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the fourth doorway
is saw you standing
~
I don’t know why
I kept opening
~
but also
stayed behind
~
from this distance
I can’t see
the age
in your eyes
~
and you know
that makes me happy
Day 1542, leave.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A leave
with darkness
and deep feigns
~
feeding itself
from where it all
starts
~
the dark soil
where the past
gets consumed
Day 1525, to the other.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The road we walk
to the other
is
~
suspended by dreams
searching upwards
to attach a reality
~
it feels real
the end is just
not in sight
Day 1457, luster.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A white painted door
with faded luster
~
once alluring
in its unseemly frame
~
where the two
never
belonged
Day 1358, as if.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look up
after I closed the door
and in a reflection
I see the sun
showing off
as if nothing happened
Day 1323, a thin layer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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