Kevlar ruins
You prefer day
old bread
The smell of
dirt when it's
sour
Poplars
You trickle out
When there is laughter
the mouth opens
What soft fires
A dungeon
Dressed in corpses
I dance with
Shadows on the wall
Echolocation
Sweet syrup oozing
from fresh bark
I pull your insides
out again
You trickle in
when there is sobbing
Sunflower crowns
upon our heads
Flaky pastries
The night is most
dangerous for us
Volva cloaked in
disguised flesh
Alabaster skin molted
into gnarled parchment
I retreat into
myself
There is no end.
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Henry Sheperd
Born and raised here in the Bay Area. 30. Artist. Cat Daddy. Button King.
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I hate that I gave so many parts of myself away like they were cheap knock off jewelry to all the wrong person who didn't deserve to see me so exposed and vulnerable. I hate having been told "I love you" so many times by people that wanted nothing more than my shadow to keep them company for a night or two. I hate that I said "I love you back" for fear of being forgotten like the crumbling embers of a fire that didn't quite burn as brightly as it could have. I feel hollow inside and the skin you see and touch and feel is that of an imposter I fear you may soon find out I'm not who I say I am. I fear you will see that behind my frailing limbs and panicked lips there is no substance, there is no soul. I'm afraid of being alive and I'm afraid of dying young and being forgotten. Then I will have become a shadow. The passing moments that trickle down walls and slide into cracks as the sun goes down. I fear that I may never be loved.
By Henry Sheperd6 years ago in Poets
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This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
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