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Shared, my Bird Enthusiasm

When you left,
I noticed the birds.
I noticed the birds,
when you left,
you were still in everything.

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Prophecy and Silence

Poets Note:
This is my 2nd attempt at writing Cleave Poetry
After reading some poems on the webpage I felt a little bit more free and able to compose more easily. Obviously, there is still room to grow in this!

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The Boxer

There I stumble and dodge. Upper cut. Blow to the chest. Pain.
Caught in the disturbing commotion in the twilight. Insanity of the sane.
Moving shapes, muffled cries of agony and brokenness
Stench of decay, icy mist. Obstacles and snares bruising my legs.

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Promised Land

Enclosed in a bottle
of coldest glass
Salt water and One Grain of Sand

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Untitled

Poets Note:
This is my first attempt at, what I have discovered is called, Cleave Poetry .
I wrote this one before I found that webpage and another afterwards, learning and growing!

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Box

Bloody knuckles accompany my hands
like rodeo fans with belt buckles, sitting in the stands.
Bare skin against the leather combined
with the snow which is the weather- makes me bleed.

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Entirely In His Mind

Ice on skin, atoms moving slower,
the space between them and mine is increasingly thin.
Black steel masking silver,
shell trapped behind shield, only under pressure will it ever yield.

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Scab

Bloody brains, spilling pains floor.
Store bought shirts, squirts in the rug.
Wound- skin peeling covers sealing.
Remains feeling, patterns stealing.
Leaks grilling, burnt and healing.

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Ink Hits The Pen

Cerebral tissue trapped behind bone,
prisoner inside so he stays unknown.

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Me Three

Stone like a statue, grave like concrete.
Weather stricken, heart still ticking.
Skin as a tree, rough as bark yet ready to fall.

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