Poetry With Hart

Some of these may be duplicates of ones in other blog posts. Trying to do a clean up, but wanted to still keep them available to share and be seen. Best wishes 🤗

You may see me as a dumpster fire
But sometimes, that’s just how
Supernovas are formed.
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I cry when it rains
my bones crackling with pain,
no one sees the tears.
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green laughter
black dress
open heart
outcast
witch schooled
by the eyes of prejudice
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I’m not enough for some
too much for most

I’m mostly
the sum total of my parts

and I find myself
wanting more.
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Dissolve the pain
Eclipse the memory

Trace the echoes
Tear out the pages

This becomes
An elegy of me
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Never hit shuffle
on my Spotify playlists,
music taste chaos.

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Going to Hell
And I’m taking you with me.
Like a modern-day Virgil
To his Dante saying
“Hey dude, wanna see
Something really fucked up?”
Only it turns out the route
has grown far shorter
Over the centuries…
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I treasure your words,
fold them neatly inside a
locket, see them shine
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This is as rough as it gets
Editor’s red pen like pruning shears
Let the sunlight in
Soak the roots
Let it guide the penstrokes
Tell us how it should grow
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the feel of his touch
lingered on my skin despite
never having been
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I hope when the robots
Take over the world, they still
Make morning playlists.
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At the bottom of a drink
I’d look for peace
And fall to pieces.

At the bottom of a drink
I’d seek equilibrium
And find oblivion.

At the bottom of a drink
I’d say I was done
As I’d pour another one

At the bottom of a drink
I sought answers
Only to lose myself

Until I learned to put it down.

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