Deprevation

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fanfare April 4, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 04:52

over shadows
and
btwn
bristling bustle
he watches-
she watches
your next move.

will you arrive?
or
fall?
or roll over,
afraid?

they both are
rooting for home,
for the home team,
for the return
of you
to
me.

close your eyes child,
and come to me.
this dance
is yet
to commence.

 

Free March 24, 2018

Filed under: EL,What it is — nomisyar @ 00:10

freedom
is for the lonely,
the lost
and foolhardy.

do snare, and
entrap me
with that thing
that beats.

do not
leave me
to roam
wild.

let me warm
myself in
our cold empty hearth:

two kindlings
in search of a spark.

 

who February 21, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 08:12

do u see?

who
are
u?

do
u
feel
the
power,

of

Who
You
Are?

lost
sheep
&
sly jackals
nibble
and
munch
at your soul.

but there is
more to give,
always,
much more.

Who are you,
but
more
than
yesterday?

 

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putting it in January 24, 2018

Filed under: EL,What it is — nomisyar @ 06:51

white
empty
void
as pure
and devouring
as the darkness.

and

the unholy
obligatory need
to define.

to spin.

to create.

are we
not gods,
diminute?

matches?
i don’t need
no stinking matches.

give me my pen:

kool
hand
luce
is in the house.

burn
it
up,
higher.

 

Pieces Revisited (again) January 22, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 09:12

hallowed
&
hollowed,
what space
remains
but
the unknown?

back
to the basics.
back to
my roots.
back
to
me,
one last time.

until the next.

 

Dues August 3, 2017

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 23:00

skinned knee
and tears tumble.
chipped tooth,
my guts rumble.

missed connections
&
unrequited affections.
i pause

..

.

frozen
in eternity.

yet,
i want,
i need,
i have,

You.

Now,
i ain’t lost no more.

 

Slightly Perfect July 11, 2017

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 17:45

Rain tumbles from above
seeking the kiss
of
flowering shrubs.

a candle beckons,
and,

a
hot cup of tea:

this,
our
cozy
summer’s eve.

 

 
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