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The Liberation of the Tortoise and other poems

So these days I have been listening a lot to Alysia Harris and the Striver’s Row. This is the result of that. i am trying my hands on poetry again. Here are two wacky ones.

And of course they tell a story. I am all about the stories, people. 🙂

He waits till you are breathing again before he steals your breath awayHe waits till your tears have dried up before giving you new and beautiful reasons to weep

He waits till that moment
When you think it is safe to come out of your shell
Before he breaks it,
Before he breaks you,
To piecesSo that there is no more hiding
No more shells
No more heavy burdens to carry through lifeYou are no longer a tortoise
You are free
You are his
And you steal his breath away,
Time after time.

GPS

Her skin is the color of nighttime and though I have been here many times,
I find that it is still easy to get lost
In mountains and valleys and waterfalls

Time is my GPS
And so I spend it tracing her body with my fingers
Seeking directions to truths that were never lost

But there is never enough of this thing called ‘time’,
And soon another night finds me lost
In ancient streets of warmth
In dark rivers of joy
In valleys laced with milk
In her midnight skin…

Song of the day: Lorde- Royals

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  1. yougeecash October 20, 2013 Reply

    Beautiful!

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