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Author: Thomas Morgan

Thomas Morgan

‘Transitory Bearings’

There are greens in the blues, browns in the frowns of everyone around and thats okay Lines are blurred From errors occurred By the universe's...

Infidelity

I am not falling. I am not still. I am fabricated by false realities Your lies settle beneath the surface, under my skin. My heart is peeled, sliced into...

Silence in 40 Seconds

In 2014 the World Health Organization stated there are approximately...

Talking Trees

Huddled close, branches buzz Gnarled grandmothers gossiping Wrinkled...

Untitled

Whenever I tune my guitar, You. Whenever I look at the stars, You, My...

The Lecturer

You collected our eyelashes in jars Hoarding our stolen wishes for...

Intricate Language

This is not a poem. This is my acknowledgement that a problem exists within...

Free

Your fingertips trace the line of my spine and I shiver with an unexplainable,...

Desire

So that’s what it feels like to completely stop . . . And think for just...

Swimming Lessons

I do not know how to put the happy back in my head how to stop the...