An image of snowfall upon the streets of NYC East 67th St Trees are crowned in white as traffic comes to a stop at a distant crosswalk A lone figure walks across to road for they know the beauty of the silence of white
close your eyes
see yourself in a forest
feel lithe snow feathers
kiss your face
now listen
do you hear the fawns breathing
can you hear your name..
#brokenpoet
A grey on light grey photo of a hand reaching up to break the silent surface from below in an aire-less place (underwater)
I am only what is skewed
by others perception
Of smoke and mirrors
An illusion of smooth
although ribbed in shattered
The truth is that
I can only breathe
Like you
but even in that most automatic of things our bodies do
you still think in err
That somehow
I control
how deeply
#brokenpoet
Black and white photo A forest bare with buds of magnolia and fog stirring desolation towards a lone silhouette
every new day we die a little differently from the last..
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Black and grey photo A women wearing a black top lays upon a bed with a cigarette in hand
we laid quietly
about as close to sleep as one can get life interrupted outside the windows
cigarettes dangled from our mouths replacing flesh and bone
as voyeur moon pushed aside curtains while jerking off and I love yous were tucked under hotel bibles
never to be read aloud
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You’re awfully kind,dear. Thank you. ❤️
I did the hashtag #brokenpoet for my scribbles to be in one place.. when I remember to use it
I visit sometimes..🫂
Dramatic black and white Pussy willows
Parfois, nous pensons que nous avons une chance la plupart du temps nous avons tort
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Image in black and white A tree bare holding up the sky its reflection below as is above The strength in doing so for limbs so slender
the sky teases us
like darting slow motion butterflies and boys with bourbon smiles..
and I for one truly believe
it does not give a shit in doing so..
that beautiful fucker
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How the rain calls me towards you
How the rain calls us home..
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maybe I'll find those lost brushes
paint outstretched hands sweeping fields of golds
perhaps dust off our albums buried in boxes holding melodies of love untold
or just eat berries and watch the rain
Cause I promised
I would not write of you today no,
I'll not write of you today
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Black and white image of a woman’s lower half side of face a finger delicately lays upon lips pursed in shush
I fall when no one is looking
Quietly like a tree
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Photo black and white by Ralph Eugene Meatyard A black bird on a windowsill of an abandoned building whilst white paper birds lay dead on the floor beneath
There was little that you knew of me,love..
so so little..
but of those small things you did know with any certainty
it was that I had always kept the window ledge lined with seeds..
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Black and white photo A tree bending to touch the soft earth in foreground to perhaps sing to the tree doing the same in the background as a gentle breeze blows the mighty giants within the misty fields of solitary
and though at times I may appear weak
do not waste any pity on me love
for we must all remember
that even the slightest of breeze
can move the giant limbs of trees
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My photo. My eyes looking directly ahead in grey above my phone It’s the way the ashes lay love
maybe you blinked love
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My photo Grey photo in NYC coming out of the Met Building a yellow cab is ahead of our car Surrounded by skyscrapers mid-day How it haunts
I shall never wish you
To rest in peace
Fuck you,my love
I curse you through eternity
I damn you to all gods
Haunt me
Haunt me
Haunt me
#brokenpoet
Black and white image An elephant and a young child quietly pressing head to head eyes closed this bravery in tones of peace
Bravery is a quiet thing
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For fuck sakes never ever forget that you remained gentle in a life that was anything but..
And that is why I loved you and swallowed you whole..
#brokenpoet
Your heart hurts?
Act
When it all feels insurmountable
Stop thinking
Act
Let
Anger
Frustration and
Heartbroken-ness
Fuel your fire..
Let your love scorch the earth
Change the world you lovely motherfuckers..
Change the world
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distant bombs made lovers of us all
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Black white photo A couple in bed sharing intimate moments, birthing constellations
and then a wave would form
starting from her toes
until her head raised
desperately searching for my lips to break upon in a thousand pieces
fuck,I knew I was witnessing a birth of constellations
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This.. you.. a morphine love
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You look like you would be the death of me.
C'mere..
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but when she laughed oh fuck but when she laughed..death seemed a million miles away
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it was the way she slipped that cigarette between those ruby lips..perfectly
he knew he had met the death of him
and he wanted it to be slow
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I don’t fear much and death least..
For without fear one is free to live and love to the fullest,dear rooftop dancer..
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Mystical foggy forest a path lined by trees
It was in the bark
of that whispering aspen tree
I inscribed your name..
A love..
of quiet strength
and swaying Amadeus movements
a forever home
for weary hummingbirds
and slow tapping fingers of summertime
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A photo of leaves falling .. this the season of letting go
..why do some..make all others fall away..
#brokenpoet
don't linger long
it's almost apple season
and a smell of heartache will stick to a man's skin
so go grab a beer and tell her she's pretty
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Photo of the WTC memorial to never forget 24 years ago 9/11 2001
I sang to the heathland
whenever I was pulled away
knowing full well it would
hold its breath for both of us
then only sing back upon my return..
For this was our love in a time of death and famine
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You remain the only one who knows ..
how much I hate to love you,darling
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I remember the massacre on the field that day
a picnic lunch a babbling brook
meadow larks sounding alarms
and he …
killing daisies..for me
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