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Waking Nymphs

The parts of my mind
I thought
so long asleep

are waking up
like a dozen nymphs
fallen by a long ago spell

covered by seasons of leaves
that crackle with small sighs
as they hesitantly arise

Why should I cry for you?
Because your pain is transforming me
into something…someone new


I don’t know the color
or pattern of the wings
that are now forming


I just know
that I will fly…fly…fly
higher than before


Why should I cry for you?

Because your pain is transforming me

into something…someone new

I don’t know the color

or pattern of the wings

that are now forming

I just know

that I will fly…fly…fly

higher than before

MIne alone

I am better
than I was last night…
…but still I struggle

I want true love
and don’t feel I have it

I want it to well up
within my soul

Defining its own existence
by my inability to stop it
from breaking free

I want to know that
it is something more
than my accommodation
of others

I want it to be mine
and mine alone!

pain…
pure visceral pain
I feel
upon seeing you
again

your form
makes me shudder
time warps
in your path

everything ebbs away
in significance

all that matters
is the glint in your eye
the curve of your lips
and your unknown intention

Once More

Your look
ripped me
your quiet manner
destroyed me

Can you see
my heart bleeding out
all over the dance floor?

Don’t you see
what is behind my eyes
anymore?

Have I become
just another moving body
in the mass
in the shifting shadow

No…no…no

Why do trail me
stalk me
hunt me

You’ve already brought me down
I don’t want to
drown again

I am still trying to touch the surface…
once more

✼ Moving On

c-o-l-l-i-n—s:

Tears fall
In remembrance of what is and not
And yet it’s a feeling of utter
Liberation
As the salt touched cheeks
Turn into water filled creeks
Ushering the tears away from the source
And cause
Even if it connects with your chest
Exploding
Like the hard spray
Of a waterfall
Gushing
Slamming
Crushing
Your lungs to the breaking point
Of leaving the past
And turning towards
A new future ahead
To whatever might come your way
As there is nothing you can do

It’s simply time, to move on



© COLLINS ⚓

This is true for me right now in this moment. I deleted their numbers…finally.

Smokey blue clouds
Are laying leadened in twilight skies
Layered like watercolor washes
Set with a melancholy brush

Today…This is my kind of poetry.   Happy Thanksgiving Tumble Family ;)

Today…This is my kind of poetry.   Happy Thanksgiving Tumble Family ;)

The smell of old books and wet autumn leaves…

Deviva

Resurrection

Resurrection comes
With the sound
Of a thousand tiny
Raindrops

Beating all around
As I lie esconsed
On the side of
Brown grey mountains

Mist protects my eyes
From any future
My focus narrowed
On the present

While the mumble
Of familial forces
Knock persistently
At my door

Imprinted


Eyes burning
Head throbbing
With the memories
Of last night’s revelry

But still
But still
After all the aching thrills
Your image resurrects itself
Behind my darkened eyelids

I run from you
Yet you remain unmoved
A stubborn fixture
In my mind

The beauty of a thousand lives
Cannot rinse away
Your imprint on mine

A while ago I said I’d write…then I didn’t.  Life got in the way.  Now my words are bursting through to the brim of my brain.  I can’t sleep or wake properly.  My memories haunt me my thoughts are stuck on replay.  Got to get them out! out! out!

Just go

I miss you
a thousand times
I miss you

For a thousand reasons
I shouldn’t

I should let you go
…yet there you are
in my mind
full of echoes

questions of who
you really were
what your words
actually meant

wake me
when I breathe in
morning sunlight

haunt me
when I pray
before I sleep

will you ever really…really leave me

…please

Hollow Melody

So the song
is playing
on the radio
on the web
in countries
of every consequence

Yet you’ll never know
No - scratch that
-you didn’t want to know

You didn’t want to hear it
Nor did you care
that musical piece
written just for you
now left only
for the world to share

How it rings so hollow
in my ears
each success a reminder
of how you simply
threw me away

and in return
I immortalized you
for it

Time to start writing again…inspiration blowing in from all places

Time to start writing again…inspiration blowing in from all places

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