Heath Harrington Poems

Cold stone bricks,
A Castle of thought,
Holding feelings of myself
A cold starving prisoner.
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The gods shed those saline tears
wash my wounds and rinse away fears.
thunderbolts rip through my chest
destroying my heart and all the rest,
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I'm hanging on
the hope of our reunion
always positive in my mind
lucid daydreams of your luscious lips
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Ella you are the one flower in the garden of my life
that stands out. The slender green leaves sway
in the breeze, as the dew drops catch the dawns light,
they sparkle like Christmas lights. A butterfly flutters
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I am in a cell without windows,
lined with black feathered walls.

Alone
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Oh Maria, where do I start?
I can try to illustrate, love
At first conception, like the
Poets of old, who spun tales with
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gray walls with no pictures for fear of outside thoughts.
Stand here please!
yellow tape strips the floor and takes my will with it: follow.
What's your purpose here?
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Do you hear the voices?
I do.
They echo from concrete walls.
Where are they from?
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Miller Genuine Draft slides down
Our throats and refreshes the leather
parchment known as a tongue.
My Neighbor and I talk like
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If only when I hold you
my heart were visible
the flame flickering and flaring.
when we first touched
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