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livinrooms

only see
the tear
don feel
only shed
when door besides us
opens
grief too close
n we cant be comfortable

scowl



 

at the  end of day
not tired
waitin
for you

have  been not
with your befores
afterwards
could be bored
if we dont
look back
for the course
of patience
a face at the door
seekin comfort
future
is pressin close
to pillow
set to ring
to morrow
is dates
busses
n apples
wheres that book
cant think anything
to whisper
im only passin through
your arms
on the way
to
we dont know us
its quiet
no music
usein
this waitin
its
the tastes of us"s
growin
in understands
time no passes
us
we leave it
whispers

 

a whispers
come back n see
havea looks
seems happies mes
glance at this
fault of finger
lifes gift
not cigs stains
have bathed
feel how damp palm is sweatin
for company
is grown tired of sheets
just hopes this is real
ill pinch me thoughts
feel this flicker of doubt
how needs grow
tired of doorways
names n bells
pressin
for a face
songlife

 

song loud gleefull fields
rainwinds curlin
sun fingers streams...tickelin waters
wet stones whispers
deep growlin tones
foggy scents
mornins smilin screens
singin happies gleams
theses bes
here me bes

 

  •  
  • whats present
    this
    what hastes
    makes dry frettin mouth
    stayin
    being there
    when words be
    but scratch
    present past
    tacked to time
    wings of disables
    caged
    windows of elswheres
partings

partings are prayers whispered
grasping a silences
leavings stumbles on sores
moments anxious clutched
loud splitting seconds
an crushed goodbyes

aches

stay the ache
stay the waits
speak no more reasons
our place is restelss
heres a mercies home
stay the hour
content to spend its smile

journey

last buses dont wait
tonight is a toss of feelings
unspoken gatherings
but next time will be longer
partings are prayers whispered
leavings stumbling sores
moments are clutched
partings always split the second
we"re caught between our goodbyes

emotion

a nearyour shores water shines
a waves me wantings in a love
drunken drown
needing sures of your arms
to cool me fears
our loves a lovin lightning thunder
me shivers acrave our cribbles awave
ripples

Max Igan

 

Look into your own heart and then look into the heart of another
Because when you look deeply enough into the heart of another, what you will find is yourself.
- Max Igan

 

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