Category Archives: Poetry

All of the poetry shared on Eclectic Discourse.

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I dream of endings stripped from beginnings and middles torn to shreds. I dream of oceans without shores ancient myths and beasts of lore Burrowed deep in their depths. If I dreamt of mothers without babes and babes without fathers, … Continue reading

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I was in a rock band when I went to bed last night we played deconstructed covers made out on stage like lovers when they heard my words they roared when they heard his chords they soared I soared I … Continue reading

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It’s hard to hear you’ve lost when you’ve done everything right. It’s hard to be with just yourself when you miss loving tenderness at night. It’s hard to know yourself as lovable when you can’t find a person to love. … Continue reading

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Honeyed words poisoned intention. What he wanted I knew. What he got I wondered. If I’m still there tomorrow I’ll get a lollipop at least.

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She closed the door to her refrigerator leaving behind the beer she’d promised, to stare in disbelief. If she could eviscerate with an over-ripe zucchini she would have. Luckily, she couldn’t? We kissed goodbye at the front door. She said … Continue reading

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I wish I could love you like I once did your lover but I can’t even drink you when not undercover. It’s not that I wish you didn’t stay it’s just that I wish you’d never prayed for a single … Continue reading

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My greatest weakness is a strength so to better it weakens me. I need to be that which I am but to do so I must become that which I am not first. Then I can be that which I … Continue reading

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It’s as much my life force As the ichor in my veins. A tonic against nihilism A balm on half-burned expectations A blessing, were blessings painful and crude A backdrop of my self-portrait nude The only constant in a life … Continue reading

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Could I be an inspiration? Could you drink me like I drink your dreams on canvas, film, in sound? If I paid the price could you spend me in turn writhing between your thumb and index while you grin at … Continue reading

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If I were a unicorn stuck in human skin it’d make a lot of sense.

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