Bury the hatchet, Or better yet burn it And scatter the ashes so far across the sea We stand no chance of digging it up. 'Cause I know you, You'll get bored and start looking. At least this way We can only stand on the beach And reminisce in what It used to be.
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Nostalgia
Grasp at lockets of Headless photographs Pretending it’s the past. Try to remember the waves, The salt air, The seabirds; Hoist up your memories with fishnets, And gut them so they become something They’re not. So they become A harbour in which we can settle. In thought or in fact Let’s return… Continue reading Nostalgia
Against The Fire
Against the fire- Sinister and wanting- I seduce, Unafraid, But seeing the light From dreams Which are unknown. Unlearning my past; Unable to stop.
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