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Poetry

by Xenphidel

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April 04, 2017

Sinking.

I feel like I’m drowning. I am trying to keep my head above water, But it’s seems I have forgotten how to swim.


December 13, 2016

Draft.

Dear impirities It’s time to go But if we leave Then you’ll never know Dear What if’s and Could Be’s I truly wish you’d flee We know your heart, young one So ask us to stay. Let us come out and...


November 26, 2016

Hourglass Shatters

We slip as the tick tick of clock runs quicker than our minds. A plan or path, whatever you may have, never seems to follow step by step. Here you sit with what could be regret, but then comes se...


April 17, 2016

Note to self

Do not write when one is drinking.


Resembling wine swirling in a crystal glass.. The liquid turns deep burgundy as the walls coat itself… Leaving an unwelcome stain. Creating such a heavy pressure in her chest… Your words g...


February 17, 2016

Allman Brothers

I find myself staring blankly into my phone. I have the impulse and emotion to write, yet the words aren’t coming to me. The air outside is cold.. I can see ithe wind’s face in my mind as it blow...


January 27, 2016

Not sure how I feel.

Another sad song Another tear shed A lost memory A dampened.damaged heart who are we choose what will buried us further into the ground? Your words are the nails to my coffin. Such a fine line be...


January 26, 2016

Scarlet letter

Listen carefully, my dear For you will heed my advice You will never stray far From your past Tis Another bitching Another hazing But you’ll never be a lady in waiting Go now… Chase the dawn And...


January 18, 2016

Caged Bird Melody

I fall into a slumber Of which I do not sleep For I’m whisked away to a time That I’m not allowed to keep To hold and to treasure Would give certain meaning Which is why tis better to let go A...


January 15, 2016

Wildfire

The current travels from the point of my stilettos and vibrates to the peak of my knee, which crawls to the valley of my curved hips. There is pressure that builds between my thighs that c...


January 15, 2016

Lovers Quarrel

Skin so dark and unforgiving like the depths of your soul. Embers for eyes to ignite the fire that burns inside. Wolfe in sheep’s clothing, but your smile’s so sweet… Don’t come too close, or he ...


Book Description

Whether it be a well formulated thought or a chaotic mess, poetry will always be my favorite form of expression.