Jacob Underwood Poems

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1.
My Guiding Light

Sweetened light I'm chasing through winds to see
Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels
The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals
My future new flipped over on its heels
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2.
Bluebirds

I see you gracefully dancing on the leaves of the rhubarb bluebird
Picking out seeds inspecting them with your little eyes bluebird
A great father you are willing to go through gale winds for them bluebird
I respect seeing you not crumbling like stalwart like the tree you live in bluebird
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3.
Is This What Russia Is?

Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in
The broken bottles of glass line streets
Liveliness lining the sidewalk
Loudly shouting down for you
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4.
A Verdant Rose Under Moonlight

A perfect black night to be obsessed
A greenish rose barely confessed
They Know just what to suggest
Just To leave me distressed
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5.
Golden Autumn Streets

Tender notes of brown sugar taint my feet
Crumpling beneath me
Flaked memorials now fly down the street
Fallen from the tree
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6.
I'll Love You Better When I'm Dead

To think about how dearly you hold me
Unnecessarily latched to my heart
Like a withering leech drinking poison
So I can only hold you when I'm cold
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7.
Frostsand

Free my tithes to any earthen sand just to let your smooth face grace my eyes
Running In bitterness through waves of desolation just so I can curl upon you
Only for you my love my honeysuckle shaking sweetly amongst the pearls
Saint amongst my lips to say your name to keep me covered when I need
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8.
Urchins For Eyes

I sleep in your arms your hair a lions mane
A miasma of slumber overtakes me
As I wish to feed you the blood from my vein
My love for you pouring out into the sea
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9.
Hive In Necrosia

Weary I've been laying on the terrace a while now
the pigeons took my eyes months ago in a vow
bees taking village now their place in a bellow
still my body lays insect fodder sinking low
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10.
Sweetpea Heart

Shrouded by purple flowers your heart is only made of dysrhythmic halves
Beating in turns from smaller to bigger like a mother and her ringdoves
The beating making the tune of a pianos or like a set of fresh opera gloves
Is growing in tandem with every root in the ground for the sake of the beloves
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