Favorite Poems of Aegis
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I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore... -
A book not written
Will never be the same thing... -
You parted the sea—your collarbones have become...
and the smile on your lips radiates a warmth... -
I think of my hands as a tofu-press,
and dig into your skin a smidge harder... -
Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn... -
I've grown seasoned
to the fact that... -
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Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers... -
Are you still there?
I did something horrible, and not the... -
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer... -
Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design... -
In April,
I was one... -
And of all roots –
I’ve eschewed yours... -
I wish you could
see the echo of hearts... -
you thought walls don’t move
but they do... -
tell me why
i feel more holy in your palms... -
you swallow your breath as
thunder bleeds onto the... -
I dreamed of wisteria -
she, of jasmine... -
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching... -
I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free... -
It was difficult to
seek you in the dark... -
All I know is that
light is merely a bunch of photons... -
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies... -
i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer... -
It’s cold, twelve degrees below zero.
You’re remembering her face, how the sun... -
I still know it.
I live in the city center, 26th Ave... -
is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by... -
you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so... -
i added praying that i don’t dream of you to my
nighttime ritual, it’s not that you’re not... -
There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with... -
I
remember when you... -
my tongue, a honeycomb ripening
in June’s light, my words take flight... -
how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in...
i need you to be – all-encompassing like... -
kaleidoscopic in nature, you are at worst,
a watchfire gone rampant while unattended... -
poetry resides at the tips of your fingers, you...
i know this intimately, because i saw the sun rise... -
i’m sorry i’m a cracked wall
i know... -
your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates... -
I've got books in places where there should be...
Words scribbled so neatly on my legs they look... -
sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep... -
my head atop your chest, inundated with the sound
of your beating heart, i whimper and instinctively... -
Underneath a fallen star
dream catcher memories... -
I
never know what... -
Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening... -
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you... -
and you -
where light was bountiful... -
I often forget you
in the sun... -
She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between... -
The living dead are going to
ask for the right to be... -
Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning... -
It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died... -
Spying a Hydra
within shadows... -
sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body... -
There once was a time
when I let... -
I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago... -
No, I will not burn
this poem... -
Only when trees shed
and winds shake... -
In this dark living room,
I stare at the street light... -
This will be rough, as I've had far
too many shots of vodka, yet... -
where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone... -
The smoke
looked fascinating... -
I often wished for
more of your silence... -
a plucked tongue, uprooted and transplanted in
foreign lands before the seed was sown... -
fixated on your protruding collarbones,
i swallow the evening sun, bathing in the... -
The roaring went on,
as your scribbling drafted... -
and because I lived
with a'thousand souls... -
After you
I became creative... -
excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold... -
We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast... -
I want to
cut loose the moon... -
Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless... -
“Swallow your pride, and stay humble.”
That’s what I tell myself as I watch the rain... -
i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an... -
on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the... -
you are to my poetry like the stars
are to infinity. the verses that blossom... -
I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands... -
love crescendos at three a.m. when thoughts of you
course through my pores – i dream of you... -
We are born,
to live for a while... -
You said you'd run along,
then you didn't... -
I say I want to place a period
behind your name, but everytime... -
You love me
balls to the wall... -
And even if the ghosts don't sing
their hollow echos after 3 am... -
“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards... -
“They smell your mouth lest you dared to tell...
In perpetuum they flip... -
I've worn holes in my slippers
for all the times these feet have... -
When better days turn-in to better nights
I dare not dream for seldom they appear... -
Irritation becomes
vexing to Iris's... -
The words had started to fail me.
There was always an ‘if... -
rip the air from my chest like you’d pluck
the ripened fruit in midsummer; i assure you... -
It was an October evening when
the muddy waters of our pond dried up... -
Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind... -
Sweet flavors of nectar
dance upon my tongue... -
i was just some
fleeting exercise... -
I collect dimples and cracked smiles
so my pockets remain full of sunlight... -
She painted tinsel in the dark
as demons stripped her soul... -
Upon a magical notion
thy ears deceived my heart... -
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if these lines could speak... -
forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch... -
The pieces of the puzzle fit
but the picture tells a different story... -
If I were you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself.
I wouldn't have the patience to wait and see what... -
Plagued images
of rapture, torment... -
Darkness fell upon another summer
drenched in misty midnight and I... -
A noose knocked on my door today.
It's knot hung loose as it made it's way... -
Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces... -
i seemed to like it.
the way you looked away from me... -
Secrets fall like rain showers
dangling under weeping willows... -
Your fount fragility stemmed from roots ruined
from a fractured faith... -
When clouds smother
a mere thought from... -
cursive is the best way to describe my pen
because only the quaint wish to read... -
Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor... -
When I think of you,
I think of the color purple... -
Stop using your
tongue to speak... -
Black paint spatters cover a room
that once glistened from the... -
My eyes blacken within
A cave of twisted seas and turns... -
it is just an empty page calling me
and poetry is born from this mistake... -
The empty bottles sitting on the counter top
Reminding me of the eventful night before... -
How is it possible to feel everything and nothing...
Like the moon and stars have both collided... -
I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom... -
A knowing without seeing, an uninvited thought
The sound is in my bones, my heart keeping time... -
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname... -
When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...
