Spring 2019 Poetry Slam Submission

Choked Vision

The breath That grounds the trees upon which I walk The world draws me closer yet now the destination...

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The breath

That grounds the trees upon which I walk

The world draws me closer

yet now the destination is lost

I have walked the land

Only to stop at the falling of a leaf

To watch as people walk past

Not knowing that they are the piece of literature

Eyes closed in this reality

I woke up somewhere else

I am no longer the stranger

Stepping past you in the morning

But the poet

broken through silence

The stream is thinking

To where do I go

A stranger once said,

“I do not have the answer”

Just before the rain talked

I asked the question

Quiet

As I taste the world on my tongue

It comes in waves

But it is the thought that I want to see

For just as a river is

So it must be

To the misty forest

without a name

To the single road

That starts again

Memories guide the way

Flowered hills

Dusted in blotchy colors

Like that of a painting

Bleeding color

Breathing texture

My hand gently grazes the bark of the tree

As lichen dance rainbows into the air

That single road has

Yet to end

As Sunsets are Sunrise

Darkness is only how much light

You let into your mind

My gaze is locked up

As warm stars

Litter light into my eyes

For I have seen the past

And let it fall from the sky

Where will you be when all the lights go out

To hold your breath for an entire lifetime

Not knowing the exhale until the end.

Bestfriend

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