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Thomas Alan Nov 2022
so you spilled through my hands
as your moon began to die
but what doesn’t revolve around you  
can no longer cry

there are no silver linings
in clouds that cannot be seen
and perhaps I should forever
remain a dream within a dream
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
our love fell apart
like a glass you threw across the room

but I am tired
of cutting my fingers
trying to piece it back together
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
When I was younger
they had me in Stiches
and I’d watch them conspire
like vulturous *******

The way they would fight
about lining their britches
I saw them circling the skies
for my late Grandfather’s riches  

I was given his name,

His kindness,

And it was me by his side in all of the pictures.

I was the one that was left my Grandfather’s Riches.
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
You have so much beauty
I swore the flowers even turned their heads  

You put the sunshine back into my heart

The Yellows,

     Oranges,

and Red’s.
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
i cling to your memory
like your scent clings to my pillows

and no amount
     of tears
        seems to wash
              you away
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
You do not see the tremble
Wired beneath my skin and my hallowed hands
As I hover amongst the lost and stolen

I am every gypsy in the wind this night
And every thought crossed
              Blackened alley’s alone

On the night I am found
In the ridges of November;

On the stealth lightning
That hashes my insides
To the autumn fire of years cease
              and tango

‘til eternity's end.
Thomas Alan Nov 2022
dishes fly across the kitchen
food climbs the walls that I want to escape
a beer scented storm screams into my baby face
as my mouth is closed from fear and not tape

my body is frozen in statue
just an inanimate object with a beating heart
lost property of my father
as I am torn gently apart

hands on my skin
my eyes glued to the hands of the clock

i wish they’d made me a body

a body

with a lock
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