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The past tells me I won’t learn from it
Four poems by Kyle Manning
Kyle Manning makes musings out of Portland, Oregon, by way of San Diego.
Hooked
- We complicate
- In savage glee
- Casting many
- Lines into
- Lifeless waters
- Hooking each
- Other’s hooks and
- Pulling mad to
- Never have the
- Tension reveal itself
- As the tangle of
- Our wild dreams
- Of darling desperation
Spilled Milk
- I spilled milk
- just to see
- if I would cry
- but instead I
- watched childhood
- pool on the floor
- and poured a
- stiff glass
- of death with
- a splash of
- sweet indifference
Hosts
- The past tells me
- I won’t learn from it anyways.
- Bad decisions like gods
- Need vessels to share them —
- The souvenir of my
- Favorite nightmare,
- Our lives quick knives
- Through thick silence.
- Oh sharp tongues carve
- Pretty language.
- Our demons toast their hosts
- Chasing the sun
- Around the globe
- Because we’d see too clearly
- In the dark that
- Our bodies cast no light
Spectrum
- we find the
- best of ourselves
- when dealing
- with the worst in others —
- it’s always been about balance, life
- a thought taught and come to be known —
- humanity rocks gently along
- the polarities of a cosmic seesaw,
- morality pinches points
- on the scale and demands
- reflection, like the child of
- the second coming tugging at
- your pants —
- I judge only those in denial of
- the pendulous predications
- of a species swinging madly together —
- I hope to know you’ll need me
- when you’re flailing
- nearly as much as I hope
- I can need you in
- the fog of the spectrum,
- when nothing pulls me nowhere
Kyle Manning makes musings out of Portland, Oregon, by way of San Diego. He studied creative writing at the University of San Diego and discovered a passion for poetry a couple years after graduation. He’s been published in Thom Young’s Last Chapter Journal.
Here's something you might be interested in.
The past tells me I won’t learn from it
Four poems by Kyle Manning
The past tells me I won’t learn from it
Four poems by Kyle Manning
Kyle Manning makes musings out of Portland, Oregon, by way of San Diego.
Hooked
- We complicate
- In savage glee
- Casting many
- Lines into
- Lifeless waters
- Hooking each
- Other’s hooks and
- Pulling mad to
- Never have the
- Tension reveal itself
- As the tangle of
- Our wild dreams
- Of darling desperation
Spilled Milk
- I spilled milk
- just to see
- if I would cry
- but instead I
- watched childhood
- pool on the floor
- and poured a
- stiff glass
- of death with
- a splash of
- sweet indifference
Hosts
- The past tells me
- I won’t learn from it anyways.
- Bad decisions like gods
- Need vessels to share them —
- The souvenir of my
- Favorite nightmare,
- Our lives quick knives
- Through thick silence.
- Oh sharp tongues carve
- Pretty language.
- Our demons toast their hosts
- Chasing the sun
- Around the globe
- Because we’d see too clearly
- In the dark that
- Our bodies cast no light
Spectrum
- we find the
- best of ourselves
- when dealing
- with the worst in others —
- it’s always been about balance, life
- a thought taught and come to be known —
- humanity rocks gently along
- the polarities of a cosmic seesaw,
- morality pinches points
- on the scale and demands
- reflection, like the child of
- the second coming tugging at
- your pants —
- I judge only those in denial of
- the pendulous predications
- of a species swinging madly together —
- I hope to know you’ll need me
- when you’re flailing
- nearly as much as I hope
- I can need you in
- the fog of the spectrum,
- when nothing pulls me nowhere
Kyle Manning makes musings out of Portland, Oregon, by way of San Diego. He studied creative writing at the University of San Diego and discovered a passion for poetry a couple years after graduation. He’s been published in Thom Young’s Last Chapter Journal.
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