friendship
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Losing A Friend
Connections bittersweet;Unsuspecting bondsWorm into our heartsBuilding nestsWithin the pulsing chambersUntil staccatos of reticenceFlutter intoThe dulcet cadenceOf trustAnd it becomes easyTo hold them thereAs thoughThey always belonged–FetteredTo the roots of our soul But sometimesThere is a rupturingHazardous and disruptiveLike the unbiddenFlails and shift of the earthDislodgingThe myriad nestsUntil they collapseSome only snaggedAnd preservedOn stubborn branchesOf a Continue reading
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Hidden Envy
What’s the danger?You asked meIn a voice so pureAnd guilelessIt ribboned through my chestAnd knotted tight‘Round my arteries‘Til it bruised with envyFor your eyesThat had never seenThe collapse of starsBurning at our feet;For your heartThat had not beenPierced throughBy what so many of usKnow too intimately:The pain that cloaks itselfWithin the sweet and delicateBrush of Continue reading
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Our Youth
Carefree days Of not so long ago Reminiscence colored In sepia clouds As wistful breaths echo The slaps of our bare feet On sun-soaked asphalt Where the heat had only peppered Our energetic strides As we raced each other up the hills Back then Our chests were so full Puffed like burnished iron Threatening to Continue reading
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Gone
You were — As a bird That loved to eat From the palm of my hand A butterfly I could easily coax To perch with delicate grace Upon my finger’s slender branch Yet I can sense the wind Gathering ‘neath your wings The palpable frisson Of your zeal to leave my side And I cannot Continue reading
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Friend or Foe
How peculiar The uncertainty of the bonds We create That those we call friends In a sly twist of fate Become our enemies Or how the ease Of familiar smiles Stiffen with guarded hearts Fencing true feelings Frissons of distrust Prickling our spines How peculiar Or is it sad That in the most difficult hours Continue reading
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Growing Apart
Your smileFades from memoryLike a forgotten polaroidAnd your laughterBears a nostalgic echoSkipping throughThe dim corridor of my thoughtsThough we promisedWe’d always be friendsOur conversationsGrow more infrequentAnd all I haveAre these vestigial reelsFlickering across my mindOf when we used to be SillyCloseTrue friendsNo one ever prepares youFor the emotional bruisesFrom g r o w i n Continue reading
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