card XII: the hanged man

March 29, 2017
By songbird_alana BRONZE, Amherst, New Hampshire
songbird_alana BRONZE, Amherst, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
"poetry is the most eloquent form of revolution." - a.h.

the words they use
to weave your fate
aren’t ones i’d use to tell
your story.

they say you’re a
dead man,
  on your feet,
but not
back to me.

sand-scuffed boots,
  leather and smoke,
followed by
the devil

all the way back to

my arms,
my bed,
my heart.

water’s never loved you
the way fire does.


there are some things
  words can’t wash away.

those are the things you used
to keep me safe--

promises we never made.

pretending i’m not what you wanted,
  when what you deserved

was a bird:

her wings blue with morning,

her eyes red with diesel fuel.

The author's comments:

i write about adventure.


i write about love.


i write about pain.


you can decide which of those this poem is about.

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