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What I Will Say at the Gates
A Poem by
Lydia
Saint Peter Don't deny me now I have dragged this bag of bones From the depths of the sea Onwards to the towering hills Where light strikes like ..
Exultation
A Poem by
Lydia
Already I am so much like the hurricane Gale force winds come to blow your house down This vortex I have created extols you I have been feeding you..
Sacrifice
A Poem by
Lydia
Our fragile lungs and tiny hearts we do not treat well We are just careless grains of sand Tepid water flows through my veins I am not worthy of my..
Fall
A Poem by
Lydia
How strange it is The change of seasons How effortless And right But I have tried Time and again To change It is not as simple As casting off ..
Persistence
A Poem by
Lydia
My rage knows not the limits of my flesh I will resist until my last breath I will fight until my last day I will be no man's doormat You'd have ..
Labor
A Poem by
Lydia
Growing pains are not for the faint of heart I am birthing myself, my soul In a way my mother never could I am laboring For my own crowning I ..
Coalescence
A Poem by
Lydia
You are coming to me while I dream like you belong there with words I can't repeat for fear they'll lose their magic The quiet sparkle of the n..
Chasm
A Poem by
Lydia
What a song we can sing when we lift our voices You will still have circles underneath your eyes even if you sleep all the time I am on track..
Carvings
A Poem by
Lydia
The steam rises off the pavement as if to confirm yet again that this is surely hell on Earth Doomed here to roam I feel my immortality my pa..
Adulation
A Poem by
Lydia
I would let you worship me whichever way you'd like but you only seem to call when I am sleeping Hours spent waiting for a word -- what are the..
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