Sunday Stanzas #1

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Another quick update: Sorry I’ve been so AWOL from WordPress! I’ve wanted to write my first official piece, but I just haven’t had the time to come up with something worthy. Instead, I’ve decided to create a poetry section because I love poetry so much. I figured there isn’t anything nicer than poetry on Sundays right? Hope you’re having a great weekend wherever you are.

This is one of my favourite poems. It might be about infatuation.


The Kidnapping

Missing:

the wavy brown haired girl

in her red plaid dress.

parents say she’s still around

in this lost city.

 

She remembers the feeling

of someone new, someone rare,

someone else

when it happens,

words gurgling like a juicer

with the toxic thirst,

she meets a boy whose name

is high mountain, exalted,

furthest towards the scorching sky.

 

His eyes follow her faulty disposition—

into the labyrinth of dusty bookshelves.

she smells the bubblegum soap on his warm hands,

and pure doves in his freshly shaven hair.

Possession waters her mouth in it’s darkest sincerity.

 

Out of curiosity,

his vicious velvety voice tickles,

so she follows him into the shadows of the sun.

To be willingly gone,

without moving a step in her stance.

 

Witnesses say

she’s physically here,

skin and bones.

but to lose the most worthy organ,

her parents took it as

a kidnapping.

 

– TheTypewriterBleeds

 

 

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