The unseen but promised I float away when immediate results hide Looking elsewhere for confirmation a new thrill to buy Never held onto patience it seemed too boring Plants grow in private masked and when we're snoring Silly me shrugging saying God I don't see anything good here Perhaps I'm not praying and reading right … Continue reading Before You Walk Out The House.
Author: Edmond
Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years.
He can be reached at: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com
Doors Before The Source
Empty hallway photographs blurred Empty hallway silence has a stern echo Empty hallway potential as debris Empty hallway these empty hands heavy Empty hallway my prayers are becoming dropped papers versus sturdy winds Empty hallway why do your lights continue to dim I don't see doorknobs nor signs I'm alone and surrounded at the same … Continue reading Doors Before The Source
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An October Crumble
You hold, then let go uncertain If intimacy is proper, back and forth until I'm dizzy Clothes left out to dry, rain clouds multiply Deep conversations of what we're thinking parched, flooded eyes. // You don't tell everything, hoping I won't notice Of course I do, now I feel insecure Lie again, say secrets can't … Continue reading An October Crumble
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Tucked away on a crumpled napkin "I wish I could be more than a disappointment. I'm stuck in mediocrity and indifference powered by a dying battery. Even my prayers are lackluster" What other notes will we find from loved ones after they die?
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Martha’s Wallpaper
Instead of dreaming and believing horrible things Take your cares apart screws straws and springs Detach from horror cherished pretty detailed globe Covered in cuteness in your goodnight robe And think about how much you're loved Ponder and marvel how much you're cared for Don't tumble down cellophane status lane
