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Oh ***,
you and your puns
I've had too much fun,
laughter- tonnes and tonnes

Happiness to me
is like sticky toffee buns,
bubble-shooting guns,
or late night cartoon reruns

But with you,
it's like a thousand splendid suns
I can still see the marks of your skates in the ice,
right now I'm standing  in one of the round ones.
Where you turned faster and faster,
until you had to be catched from falling.

Until your glowing eyes where filled with tears,
tears from pain and tears from joy.
But mostly tears of the icy wind that blew you away
into the snow I go, you said.

I can still see the dapple of coffee on your favorite sofa
right now I'm sitting next to it.
still smelling the savor, still hearing the way you laughed so hard,
until you  had to be safed from choking.

Until your glowing eyes where filled with tears,
tears from pain and tears from joy.
But mostly tears of laughter,
laughter that still echoes through the room.

Into the snow I go, you said.
And so you went, leaving me a true
winter paradise.
You told me that we will lasts,
But we didn't,
you lied,
Because the moment you said hello
It was already a goodbye.
Expectation hurts more than reality.
falling shoelace gets knotted and strung
between the fingers of strangers,


likewise your soul.


it floats feverishly among
faded skies
and loses its anchor.


if the night isn't so unforgiving,
    *i might come out and say hello.
Air dancing through
Hair, faster faster I peddle away
Trying to find a way
A haiku dedicated to biking away all the problems in my life. Biking is also a muse and a beautiful companion esp. At the end of the day, one I can always go to. I'm glad I found my bike
It stained all our memories
Like broken windows
Like broken mirrors
Like broken windmills
For your broken heart
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
I’m so in love with
Your story
I forget all the fragments of me
So I read, and reread
The caverns of the mind
How the vile side winds
Captivating fixations
Tangle and bind
Ferment and remind of
The here and now
As the north winds howl
Futile hush muzzled
Omens from the
Incubus vagrant brow
That follows me
On down to
The mountain edge
The city street hedge
Clock tower ledge
My poetry is a
Dangerous place to be
This poem is an original work by Dawn King and my intellectual property. It must not be copied or used in any writings, publications, photos, or online platforms without my express permission.
i am caught in the tidal wave. stuck in the motion; falling back and moving forward, falling back and moving forward. there’s something calming in the consistent control of the moon, but i know the truth: an ocean wave is powerful, and i will be crushed, broken and bruised, in it’s cycle.
i want out. i want to break the curse; i want to be a pond or a river and not be controlled. i want to break free.
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