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Song of Exultation

Song of Exultation

Posted on September 7, 2018April 27, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

I changed my name so that it would taste upon your tongue like the freshness of water upon the feet after a long day of walking.

braggadocio

braggadocio

Posted on September 4, 2018April 27, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

I’m mesmerized by our dirty lies
and the way we let us go
and the way we hate, and spit at Fate
and stop the river’s flow.

Awakening

Awakening

Posted on September 3, 2018April 27, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

Do you feel your soul awaken
Like a small bird within an egg?
I can hear the shell cracking.

you’re hot, you’re cold—

you’re hot, you’re cold—

Posted on August 27, 2018April 27, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

you’re hot, you’re cold — 
you’re mostly cold.
I pawned the ring you said you sold.

That day I reached

That day I reached

Posted on August 23, 2018April 27, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

That day I reached into my chest
And handed you my heart — 
The glance you threw me when you said
“I told you not to start.”

every time I fall apart

every time I fall apart

Posted on August 8, 2018April 27, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

every time I fall apart you put me
back together differently

All that I have to offer

All that I have to offer

Posted on July 24, 2018July 30, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

All that I have to offer
Is of no use to you—

Love comes in shapes

Love comes in shapes

Posted on July 13, 2018April 26, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

Love comes in shapes
I never guessed.
I like some most
And others best.

Just As Easily

Just As Easily

Posted on June 25, 2018April 26, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

You can write love letters just as easily to a good man
as to a cruel one.

I don’t deny

I don’t deny

Posted on June 23, 2018April 26, 2019Author maralucien_k4a7skPosted in Poetry

I don’t deny I have a greedy heart.
Proud when it suits me, humble for some ends.

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