Jacob Underwood Poems

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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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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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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As I see the growths from your coffin a green rose
I miss you so much as might skin digs with envy.
Everyone abandoned you leaving your corpse froze.
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Festering tongue only made of cinnamon.
Sickly sweet chords horribly sung like poison.
Thinking that I'm just innocent naïve and a simpleton.
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As cute honey flowers cannot show my heart.
As the love is so pure it makes me sick.
I dance and sway in between lines with how I feel about you.
The petals dance with my feet tangling me.
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Everything in my eyes fogs and distorts and my hands start to tremble.
the paper staring back at me and the shredded remains of wood and metal.
gray ivy and pink irises staring at me waiting for me to fix their cyclops curse.
I don't know how to fix you my hands keep wanting to give I think we both need a nurse.
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painted walls drip from a pearl iridescent shine on rich gold.
platters of foods all dripped in a yellow shimmer of fondue.
a meal of the gods that any greedy person would easily pursue.
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wire strains from your eyes with made up sea crashed idols.
as you beat your fingers against anything you can each touch like blasted cymbals.
as you pick your throat with a voice so harsh and demanding to make even drowned noodles -
go stiff. with you tormenting everyone else with a gopher-Ish sickly sonata.
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Painted reindeer lights stain your walls years before their time.
As you spit out angles and numbers
without directive sight.
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