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Sometimes the greatest poetry…

Rage, silent storm;

Is the absence of any.

The quiet, heavy ladled

Only over the story..

Power un-endowed.

You would tell, but refuse.

Respect me, or I will blow your memory like dust into the wind.

You do not deserve any acknowledgment from my breath.

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Someday home will be a place

I never want to leave.

Right now it is pain and dark and

Jarring sunlit memories

Awash in blood and flame and joy,

I need to make myself

Anew

And fill my home with you.

Tree

Cut me down

Dig up these roots

Strip the ivy away

Let the sunlight into my core

Rip the bark off every branch

Gut me, drain me, peel off all my flesh

Til sap and blood rain down as flame.

End the poison settled in my crown

Tear out my thorny heart, embrace it as it screams

Hold together everything as you pull me all apart

Undo myself

Break up every clot, shatter every knot

I beg you to destroy anything you are not

Keep

The daylight is here and my fear

Should be gone

The darkness, like mist

Evaporates from the lawn

My star-gazing, sugar-cubes

Flung in the sky

The current of pain where the Milky Way lies

I should be whole and peaceful and still

Instead I choose tumult

and mudslicks, and the pills I abhor;

My hands gleefully wretched with dark oil-spills.

Let my heart still and stir the river no more.