Mind

With hope and fear the brick and mortar
Thoughts upholster every quarter
Dreams flood the rooms like boundless water
A swirling phantom sea

This world is made of tiny spaces
Interlocking hollow places
Tied together with shoe laces
The world inside of me
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Mortal

This is my poem which appeared in Poetry Potion's "Being Human" published 23 March 2013.

"Mortal"

Make all the most of this, my friend
For all you know will pass
Your kith, your kin and even you
Will sink beneath the grass

Your hopes, your dreams, are meaningless
When death knocks at your door
And all you've made will fade to dust
And scatter on the floor

So make this world your opus, friend
And shape things for the best
And bring your matters to a close
When you're put down to rest

Make sure that when you're dead and gone
You've done all you could do
For those that did not have the chance
That you've stumbled onto

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Out of Bounds

Brief moment
Desiring to reach out
To you in your sorrow
And me with my hunger
To the forbidden you
Where you sat, distressed
Within reach of my desires
Outside of my rights as a good person

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That

Bleed for me once
So I know that you live
Show me you care
Show me your wounds
Prove that you're not just
That
Disembodied automata
The hungry vessel
That eats, that takes
That absorbs, that gorges
Show me that you are more
Show me your humanity
Let me believe for once
That I left an imprint
And you're not just
That

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