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You called me your sun.
I was very worried you were Icarus
S.E. Geoghegan
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Touch me.
It’s okay,
Blood won’t stain.
A women would know.
Press your fingers in my open wounds.
I promise you won’t have trouble finding one.
The pressure stings,
But not as much as my words will.
Does this bring you pleasure?
Me in pain?
Don’t lie.
I won’t lie.
Seeing you in pain,
It would bring me pleasure.
To see you break
Snap
Crumble.
Put your fingers in all of my wounds
And know that I can handle it.
That I still stand.
Know that you couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
Blood doesn’t stain.
But I hope my blood lingers on your hands.
As a reminder,
If nothing else.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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I am the dark of the sky,
contradictory in nature.
my prevailing theory:
the darkness does not exist.
we just can not see what is there.
S.E. Geoghegan
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It’s still cold, even without the wind
I want to make sure you’re under no illusions,
I do not write for you
I do not write to you
hardly ever anymore do i write about you.
I don’t write to understand
i learned awhile back that
well, that is something i can’t hope for.
my writing is selfish.
my writing is in vain
a pen a pencil a keyboard,
they used to stop my fingers from shaking
once i could let the world fall away
be consumed by a gale that would
let me write without thought.
my windstorm has died down.
my windstorm has died out.
perhaps it wasn’t mine to use.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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Flowers rot
And
Grass is sharp sometimes.
I bet you knew that
Flowers rot,
But had shoved the
Knowledge away.
“Flowers rot,”
I tell you.
And you don’t want to believe.
“Your
Flowers Will Rot”
I Scream.
And you stare at my lips like you can’t hear the words.
Grass is sharp sometimes
And
Flowers rot
Even if you throw them away before they begin to limp.
A Bouquet of Blue Violets and Baby’s Breath
S.E. Geoghegan
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When you said hello,
Your voice was so beautiful I forgot I was supposed to say
Hello back.
And once I remembered it was my turn to talk,
I didn’t want to.
Now don’t get me wrong all I wanted to do in the world at that moment
Was to tell you my name.
But I was worried that once I spoke,
Your hello
That still lingered in the air around us
Would vanish.
-The Delicate Nature of Hello -- S.E. Geoghegan
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my heart beats fast when I talk to you
and part of me says this is what it's supposed to feel like
and part of me says get ready to run
S.E. Geoghegan
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I hope you’re talking again.
I hope you’re laughing again.
A Ten Word Story for You, Darling
-S.E. Geoghegan
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sertraline hydrochloride HCL
these little pills are supposed to fix you, honey.
we just want what’s best for you,
we just want what’s best for us.
these little pills will fix you.
you’ll be you again, honey.
remember what we said?
no more sadness,
these little pills will fix you.
don’t worry, darling.
side-effects are rare.
don’t think on it too much.
these little pills will fix you.
don’t be afraid, darling.
it’ll be different this time.
just swallow.
these little pills will fix you.
“I’m on pills again”
I tell you.
you responded,
“I knew something was wrong”
-S.E. Geoghegan
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The French call it rose colored glass. But that’s not an accurate description of my experience. You see, rose-colored glass would make my world hazy (which is perhaps the intention). When you were in my life, I saw everything with intense clarity.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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Happy poetry is hard.
I don’t know of any
pretty words that make
this sentiment any more true.
I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve tried,
to write for the light of heart.
but whimsical words frighten me.
My poetry has never
been categorized as feel-good
or inspirational.
but that’s not to say i haven’t tried.
“Jovial” i’ll say.
and i’ll make my hero ecstatic,
yet still i cannot banish
the looming haunting.
A dreary landscape
and a melancholy host
weasel their way into my stories
into my head.
Words like rot and mold and dark
and gray and sharp and vain
unwilling flood my head.
All my poems are sad.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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BUT YOU CAN SWIM
My darling Elena,
How alike Ophelia you are.
So noble.
So kind.
The most honorable by far.
They truly are mad for you.
But you are not naive.
Play their game darling,
But love whomever you choose.
You grieve not for family,
Nor for your love,
But for yourself and for what was.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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I’m a sinner
Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
oh, but I’ve worshiped her body and soul.
Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.
oh, but her beauty has been etched in my mind.
Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
oh, but she makes me scream it.
Thou shalt remember to keep the Sabbath day holy.
oh, but what we do feels so sacred.
Thou shalt honor thy father and thy mother.
oh, but there’s no honor in having to hide this.
Thou shalt not kill.
oh, but I’ve killed you a thousand times.
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
oh, but is this adultery when it feels so pure.
Thou shalt not steal.
oh, but stolen things fall into my lap.
Thou shalt not bear false witness.
oh, but you’ve forced me to.
Thou shalt not covet.
oh, but you’ve never wanted for anything quite like her.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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Blank pages are daunting.
Then again, so are those that are littered with words.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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There are no stories in my head. Just aphorisms and rhetorical questions. Perhaps that is why I’m wary to label myself a writer. I envy those who do so without a thought.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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The French call it rose colored glass. But that’s not an accurate description of my experience. You see, rose-colored glass would make my world hazy (which is perhaps the intention). When you were in my life, I saw everything with intense clarity.
-S.E. Geoghegan
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