Edge of the shore

Standing
at the edge
where the boat
meets the shore
staring
at the horizon’s ledge
with only hope
and no oar.

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Wanderer/Wonderer

Can’t we just
wander around
and admire
the constellations,
wondering
of life
and writing
of heartbreak?
Is that
too much to ask for?

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Shards

There was
a quake
leaving me
shattered
with destruction
in the wake
and my heart shards
scattered.

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Change

“We travel because we need to, because difference and distance are the secret tonic to creativity.
We meet souls rooted within, that intertwine with ours, who’s hearts understand you.
When we get home, home is still the same, but something in our minds has changed, and that changes everything.” 

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Lost

I was lost.
And you were gone eternal.
You blew the whistle.
Whilst i still play the game.
The sun turned grey.
And the moon lost its shimmer.
An abyss beckoned.
And the world ceased its glory.
That ruby rose glass.
Cracked.
And seeping elixir.
Flowed.
To the nothingness from which it came.
But restoring a void.
Of soliloquies.
Lettered drafts.
Tales.
Of conquests of love, and of war.
Oh how grand the gesture.
That fear consumes.
I was lost.
I am lost.
Now, in the conquests of love,
and of war.
And solace is what i have found.

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