Poems by Xanthe

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  • On mornings like this one,
    with the birds silent...

  • I've lit it a thousand times
    yet your candle still couldn't dance...

  • Sometimes I ensconce
    myself on the palm of raw...

  • I sit on the edge of my bed as though it is I,
    who was trespassing, rather than the...

  • When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
    the western wind, that I'd come back to her...

  • You left me unmasked,
    unguided and unprotected...

  • Polished (9) 2

    I suppose I've been dreaming again
    of a possibility of another life...

  • Puddles (4) 2

    I remember my first funeral:
    everyone was either wearing black or white...

  • Six Feet (11) 5

    Weaving my way through littered alleyways
    which separated the past and the future...

  • Solitary (8) 4

    I limped back home tonight
    after running away from you...

  • You used to tell me
    my words were sweeter...

  • Perhaps this will be the only poem
    I will ever unclothe with sadness...