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#676 Logan1949

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Posted 27 August 2013 - 01:36 AM

Though I know you

only by your words,

You deserve to be heard.

Your words rolled off

and disappeared years ago,

Yet your strength and courage

in the face of

overwhelming circumstances

are an inspiration

to everyone

who thinks

and knows

deeply.

Six years it has been

since you lit up this thread

with these words.

You deserve to be heard

forever.

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Hippieshrink25, 10/28/2007

old poem I had posted on the other poetry thread
 

I'm not dumb

I'm outspoken

opinionated

maybe

a little ballsy

but you don't care

all you see is the cerebral palsy

oh and

the chair with wheels attached

you don't see that our wits

are evenly matched

didn't I show you my report card

straight A's

Gifted classes

yet you can't

grasp the simple fact

I'm not a retard.

My lights are all on but

are yours

why won't your

mind open

have you locked all of it's doors

So talk in a normal tone

no slow and loud conversations

If you can't do that

I have some recommendations

Look Into my eyes

Can't you see the ideas swirl

that I am a thoughtful and deep girl

still clueless

keep looking in my eyes

hopefully the stereotype inside you

dies

if not

I've done all I can

Ignorant man

 

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hippieshrink25, 2007-11-21

 

I want to act

Like I am somewhere

Over the rainbow

But

I can't hide

My lyin eyes

And my smile

Is a thin disguise

Those features

Show the world that my current residence

Is the home of the blues

For I am

Lonesome tonight

And have been

Most nights prior

To this cold November evening

I have friends

But they don't

Give me

A little help

To get by with

Hell

I could

Drown in my own tears

And they'd

Walk on by

 

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Hippieshrink25, 12/29/2007

 

We're

Different

He's

Or at least

Everyone

Including my Honor's English teacher

And his fellow classmates

Say he is

Let me rant off

The list of

Unnecessary and untrue

Labels

A geek

A nerd

Dork

Weirdo

An

Outcast

They all want

To make him

Fit a mold

Instead of taking him

Simply for what he is

An Empathetic

Sensitive

Intelligent

determined

Funny

Cute

In his own

Unique way

They don't see

What I see

And what I see

Is an

Amazing guy

Who is

My best friend

On the face of the earth

He sees beyond

The wheelchair

The canes

The walker

The sarcasm

The constant

Muscle spasms

Basically all

Of the

Crap

That comes along with

Being friends with a girl

Who's a victim of

The disability

Abbreviated

With the first and last letters

Of the one

Expletive

In this poem

Because of all that

I've been through

I can be

Quite the pessimist

But I do

Have hope

That our fantastic

Friendship will blossom

Into something more romantic


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Posted 03 September 2013 - 08:36 AM

I don't want to return,

To be honest I am not even curious,

I have not missed it,

I have not missed them.

 

I have too return,

And I have accepted that,

It's not that bad,

It could be far worse.

 

I do not want to return, 

But I don't mind, 

No use avoiding the inevitable,

No use dwelling on things you cannot change.

 

Millie May


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#678 Logan1949

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Posted 05 September 2013 - 03:00 AM

The soft pain falls

like rain.

The tears run down

my face

like water down glass.

Less than twenty-four hours

ago you passed

away

from me

into legend.

Facing life

without you,

each day lasts

a week

or more,

as I remember

the little things

and forget the big.

Or maybe I was looking

at everything backward,

because your laugh

was the biggest

and most important

thing of all,

though small

and unimportant

by the world's standards.

How is it that smiles

of memory

bring tears?


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Posted 13 October 2013 - 05:59 AM

Brain ache,

Back ache,

Head pain, 

Wrist pain,

Confusion ,

Frustration, 

No lack of imagination.

 

Millie May


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Posted 12 December 2013 - 02:21 AM

I saw you on the subway
with your hand locked in hers
The memories flooded back
just as you saw the tears spill out
Years ago, you promised me the moon
but now it belongs to her
as you have now become a blur


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Posted 18 December 2013 - 03:08 AM

you say you aren't anything

why can't you wake up and see

how much you mean to me?

but you chose her instead

so do thoughts of her

race through your head?

clouding a light that

you gave to me

oh why can't you see

you're just hurting me


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Posted 18 December 2013 - 01:08 PM

You say I was a better person before,

Before I told you the things you say hurt,

You can barely understand me,

You were meant to be my best friend,

But, why?

We became friends out of mutual convenience,

We used to have the same morals,

We used to laugh together,

Now it just seems you laugh as they put me down,

They say they all hate me,

Because I am moody, angry and swear,

But, I thought you liked me,

And I'm only angry, because I've given up,

You see I've lost so many friends,

All my friends have eventually hurt me,

Some more than others,

Some intentionally,

Others not so much,

But you say I'm cruel,

That if I miss my old friends so much, why?

Why don't I go back to them?

And why I think that my other friend is much nicer than you?

That is entirely beside the point,

It was you that twisted my words,

It was the language barrier between us all that caused my frustration,

And if you can't deal with that,

And if you don't believe me,

Our friendship isn't worth this frustration,

The two week break will not come a moment too early,

For I need to work out whether it will ever be better than this,

Friendship, school, the world,

Whether I will ever truly be able to escape it all,

But for two weeks I can be free,

And for less than two days I can try to pretend.


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Posted 19 December 2013 - 08:04 AM

The soft pain falls
like rain.
The tears run down
my face
like water down glass.
Less than twenty-four hours
ago you passed
away
from me
into legend.
Facing life
without you,
each day lasts
a week
or more,
as I remember
the little things
and forget the big.
Or maybe I was looking
at everything backward,
because your laugh
was the biggest
and most important
thing of all,
though small
and unimportant
by the world's standards.
How is it that smiles
of memory
bring tears?


Lovely poem.......
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#684 Kristie Light

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Posted 22 December 2013 - 03:36 AM

Just a little something someone I love came up with

 

 

PASSIONATE

 

When I was born I let out a cry

and immediately yearned to fly.

As I had just emerged from oblivion

to unite myself to an earthly union,

of those who are passionate to succeed

and not be hindered by fear to proceed.

 

I learned to take my position early,

knowing my position is enacted dearly,

as my arrival was not an accident,

but rather a predetermined plan evident

of one who will conquer horizons,

despite the multuplying of hindering batons.

 

This is the trademark of a designate passion,

of a soul that views the world as a mansion.

Determined to escape the air of tragedy,

and the travesty of an evil malady,

unleashed on those who should not be victims,

but rather enlightened and strong pilgrims.


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#685 Kristie Light

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Posted 23 December 2013 - 10:11 AM

A poem addressing  the effects of modernisation written by Moses Muya

 

THE MODERN

 

The essence of life is beaming

With an aura of advancing flair,

As particles and the dynamo of technology

Ignite the passion of discovery,

Searching the meaning in the sod,

Yet full of a labyrinth of disconnected mysteries.

 

How awesome is this strange fanfare,

Modestly disguised as modern adventure,

Yet clothed in a myriad of contradictions,

As failure to make a breakthrough is loudly hushed,

And efforts in innovation are transferred to space,

To make the effort look sophisticated.

 

I hear the cries of the serene environment,

Once occupied by innocent souls and the wild,

Now replaced by metals, wires and shuttles,

Oxygen is quietly replaced by carbon,

Vegetation clearly replaced by radiation,

And the ozone layer opens the door to gamma rays.

 

This is now what is called sophistication,

The era of unprecedented modernisation,

Replacing social gatherings and festivals,

Genuine neighbourliness and hearty concern;

Who will safeguard society from the onslaught

Of the destroyer formally nicknamed The Modern?


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#686 Pretty.Odd.

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Posted 04 January 2014 - 01:21 PM

I haven't done much poetry ever, but I've decided to give it a shot. Here's an ode to my love for the Southwest and the need to travel I feel on a regular basis. The title is one I plan on using for a larger collection on similar poems about roadtripping. :)
 
SPIRAL-BOUND LIFE
I'm not a native,
but that doesn't mean
I don't belong.
I am a suburban goddess,
here, in the living flesh.
Lack of attachment
for the hometown craze,
but a love for the comfort
of the cool wind summer days.
My hazy hotel chapter
may just never end.
Endless Arizona skies and
dusty highways beckon me
with their arms wide open.
 
Conqueror of the road,
empress of skyline blues
and the red sunsets
that we watch in our bathing suits.
Hotel pool is closed,
but the heavens are wide open.
We drove out to an empty place
and watched the New Mexico stars.
 
Light filters in through the curtains
in the morning,
and at night
it's neon in pinks and greens.
Vegas white noise
is music to my artist ears.
The people here are different than
my Midwestern memories,
and the city is somehow both
brighter and darker than home. 

Edited by Pretty.Odd., 04 January 2014 - 01:30 PM.

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Posted 15 January 2014 - 06:06 AM

Brain ache,

Back ache,

Head pain, 

Wrist pain,

Confusion ,

Frustration, 

No lack of imagination.

 

Millie May

Perfect poem to  describe my current situation!


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Posted 01 February 2014 - 02:23 PM

Wrote these, because I couldn't sleep, so its utter rubbish.

 

You are not a serpent, 

You do not wait to strangle me,

Insuring my pain lasts,

You are not intelligent,

Far too filled with jealousy for that,

You are not a threat,

You hurt me - the pain is fast and sharp,

But I will not underestimate you,

For fear of letting you in,

I know what you are,

Do you know who I am?

You are frightened,

Due to lack of understanding,

And it`s you - only you with the problem.

 

 

None of us want to be here, 

Narrow minds - narrow waists - narrow corridors,

I don't want to be here,

They make me physically sick,

I don`t want you here,

To see how cold they've made me,

You don't want me here, 

You don't remember me,

I don`t want you here,

This is not who I am,

But I question it all now,

There`s only so much a person can take,

Only so many battles till you press self destruct,

And those who pushed you will remain blissfully ignorant,

Will they ever understand?

Is this worth it?

But I'm far too gone,

I am gone.


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#689 Pretty.Odd.

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Posted 10 March 2014 - 09:20 PM

about a photograph

 

we are

static emotion;

electricity

pumping

through holes in the fabric of space

and time,

burning through to the otherside;

alive,

awake,

but not quite breathing;

frozen

in a single moment. 


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Posted 11 March 2014 - 03:32 PM

about a photograph

 

we are

static emotion;

electricity

pumping

through holes in the fabric of space

and time,

burning through to the otherside;

alive,

awake,

but not quite breathing;

frozen

in a single moment. 

 

 

Man, that's deep. Nice job. ;)

 

But really, that was a very well done poem. 


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Posted 11 March 2014 - 04:10 PM

Man, that's deep. Nice job. ;)

 

But really, that was a very well done poem. 

 

Thanks! I think I write my best poetry when I'm falling asleep lol.


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#692 dbcWinter

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Posted 26 March 2014 - 12:04 PM

It has come to a close

 

It has come to a close
I didn't really believe I'd get another chance
Undisclosed, that was how I thought we'd get down
Well, that was before you opened up my eyes

 

You lit a candle, it's like fire now
I haven't felt this good in years
Suddenly everything is worth a smile
This life is perfect, I must be outta my mind

 

My days circled around our goodbye
I rewrote our story yet it was never good enough
What does a happy ending even mean
When only I am in closing credits?

.

No excuses this time, though, we're coming through
Barriers fell down it, has arrived, don't think of turning around
It's time for a final symphony
We'll sing together, eternity's waiting for us

 

My Roomie

 

You're so completely asocial

Do you ever live at all?

Are you just a breathing machine?

Then stop wasting our oxygen!

 

Are you afraid of alien abduction?

Is this what keeps you cooped up 24/7?

Then why are you so afraid of doing the dishes?

Your nails would speak volumes to aliens about life on Earth

 

You say my music annoys you

What should I say about your vacuum inhibition?

You always wear pricy high heels

You better remember, take them off before you start work on farm

 

You say your aura is better when there's a fury friend

Do you tear its guts out like Ridgeway supposedly did?

I know your hamsters all died

And your dog is not socialized

 

You say you wanna work in a shelter

One run over cat ain't a loss in your eyes

You say I have no people skills

Well, I scored better on standardized 'Are You Empathic' test

 

You say you got problems

Well, don't we all

My tall drink of water is by far not full

But I am grateful for every drop there is

 

You are a proof that there is no God

He would have never let you leave the womb

He would never torture us like this

You are a Tetrodotoxin and I cannot breathe

 

Now on train you pollute your brain with tasteless music

I'm preparing for another evening in the kitchen

You'll hit your bed before 8 again

What the hell was I thinking, you ain't ready for college, you are a baby!

 

I guess it's my blind optimism to blame

You will never change

Sartre said hell is people around us

He must have been psychic

 

Once Upon A Time

 

Once upon a time

I floated on a promise of a fairytale

It all ended when you headed the wrong way

And my roomie lost it.

 

Aching cold crept into my muscles

Still every sound of steps raised my hopes

As the waitress was picking up trash from my table

I realized you weren't coming

 

At first I found it all so incredibly funny

Dropped f-bombs somehow hopefully hurt you

What the hell was I thinking,

I should have seen it coming

 

You never said what your name was

You said something inside you moved when our eyes interlocked

But when and where it happened

It was a Mycroft type of national mystery

 

You refused to say who gave you my number

All I got was your shoe size

Besides, you were texting and driving

How was I supposed to react when you didn't show up?

 

So I let my roomie grab my phone dialing your number

My TAS score is below average but I still found it funny

Never thought you would pick up

And then I heard my roomie curse

 

I dragged my injured foot to a cancelled class

I spent hours deciding on my nails

I was freaking out whole week

I guess when she handed me my phone I burst

 

And so I screamed into your ear

I yelled where the hell you were

Your lame excuse just fired me more

I guess I was on a roll

 

You didn't see my perspective

I guess I should have made it clearer

I love playing the role of a victim

So I just hung up heartlessly

 

I yelled my heart out at bus station

I must have looked high

Now Freud's superego is kicking in

I am drowning in chocolate and wine

.

Not saying your excuse was believable

You did sound upset but my empathy was dead

Like Mia's my mouth went on a road trip

While my mind was cooped up inside

 

Now I am listening about emoticons

And I remember you calling me average and cool

Are you really a player and I am blind?

I still hope you'll show up with flowers

 

Maybe it's my blind optimism to blame

I mean, I still believe in Will

I guess all I can say is I am sorry

And I go Back to December all the time.

 

And so I spread my wings

 

And so I spread my wings

And I rise and rise

There's no other way but up

In your arms my harbor lies

 

Been lost in turmoil of emotion

Your love guided me back

I feel so home-bound now

And I never want to break free

 

I never thought one place can make you feel so free

So complete and utterly fulfilled

I used to think freedom meant having the world on the palm of your hand

Now you brought me the universe and it's so much more than I ever dared to wish

 

There's only one word that spells wrong

And there's only one that says love

And it's you, my dear, it's you

 

You are my first, my best and my last

For this life and beyond

For the whole eternity I am vowing myself to you.

 

"As I lie here in silence"

.

As I lie here in silence

I can almost hear my heartbeat

And I wonder, how can it be

When I feel so lifeless?

.

The blood is running through my body

Yet I feel so cold

As I subconsciously take a breath

I can't help but wishing it would just end.

.

When you are out there,

When you smile and your dreams are coming true

Do you ever stop for a second

And wonder if I am happy too?

.

Is there ever a moment when you pause

When you think back on those days

Days when we thought we had it all

Do you ever wish they would happen again?

.

Do you ever feel bitter,

Does our end ever play in front of your eyes?

Do you ever wish you could erase it

And feel me in your arms again?

.

As I stand on a bridge where you once stole my kiss

The wind I feel are only memories haunting me

And I watch birds so effortless, so free

I'd jump for that second before the end, just to feel something else but pain.

.

Do you ever think of me?

Did you ever love me?

Does it even matter?

I'd still give everything to have you here.

 

Your kindness is my Gary Ridgeway

 

Your kindness is my Gary Ridgeway

I guess it's reverse psychology

I wish stuff falling through the cracks was confetti and I was having a party

But it's really just shards of my selfish and shattered heart

.

Just go ahead, kick me out, I deserve it

I used to play the role of a victim and I loved it

Too late I realized I was actually a bird of prey preying upon your heart

Now I deserve to burn in eternal fire of shame and guilt

.

She's so pretty like a bird in blossoming spring

Far too gentle to tear your heart out like I did

A beautiful song you two will tweet together, forever

And my wrinkled face will be eaten by stray cats.


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Posted 27 March 2014 - 01:11 PM

Wow, just wow.

Your poems are magical. (That probably doesn't sound right, but anyway.)

Wow you really can write. (I'm tired that's why this sounds weird.) 


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Posted 27 March 2014 - 01:31 PM

Thank you! :heartbeat: I am happy to hear you like them! I try to do my best (And you sound just fine ;))


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Posted 03 April 2014 - 10:25 PM

i enclosed myself

in a cardboard box,

and you smiled

as you sealed me off

from the air outside.

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Edited by Pretty.Odd., 03 April 2014 - 10:25 PM.

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Posted 13 April 2014 - 08:32 AM

she bit/ches about

you

& me

& about herself

& everybody else;

her happiness is

the controversy

she finds

in everyday life.

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Posted 15 April 2014 - 07:26 AM

When you are in the statistics class and the internet is not working ...

 

I am screaming silently here in blind rage

What's the point of technology

If it never works?

 

How am I supposed to maintain my intellectual level

If bad signal keeps putting me down?

I am getting mixed signals here.

 

I went through so much trouble installing it

This is just another proof

Bureaucracy only exists so that hair dye hides the grey

 

Indeed everything is connected

Every system is parasite to another

Average Jane can never ever win.


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Posted 19 April 2014 - 05:16 AM

*Moving On*

 

As the dusk overwhelmed me

And everything I had got torn apart

My heart was breaking

With pouring blood I was losing myself.

 

I was screaming silently on top of my lungs

Trying to make some sense

Yet it kept slipping away

Confusion was all there was.

 

I thought it was for a lifetime

But like a leaf in the fall

You were simply gone

 

I felt my insides tearing

Drowning in pain

Breaking free seemed impossible.

 

But now I feel it waking again

Spring has come back into my heart

I might have lost the greatest thing

But I am still breathing

And my heartbeat gives me hope

I will be happy again.

 

And as a single tear falls from my eye

I used to believe it was your memory leaving me

As I grow older I realize you will forever be part of my life

You are a reminder of what made me who I am today.

 

And I am not bitter anymore

I reinvented myself and I am happy

I am finally happy again.


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Posted 24 April 2014 - 10:09 AM

I wrote this poem about Lutheran school. It's not about me, but it's definitely about people I know.

 

cardboard

 

she spent seven years trapped in a box,

where she breathed the same air as everyone else

and taught herself to love to choke.

she never saw the box as home,

but she made herself enjoy the discomfort

of suffocating silently.

she let herself be swallowed whole,

until one day she died--

still trapped by the cardboard walls of her cardboard box.

 

---

 

7 months

 

holy hands

unclean,

stained with

blood red

lust undying.

blackened heart

growing thin,

stained with

stabbing

jealousy.

 

---

 

hometown

 

won't you miss the way

this place lights up at night?

and how it comes alive

just around 8

and we feel brand new?

i'll miss you in 3 years

and even more in 4.

no matter what

i'll remember you in fall,

when the town i'm never leaving

is prettiest of all.

 

---

 

paper thin

 

hallways filled with empty people,

empty people filled with empty things.

paper things take hold of concrete people

and strangle them from the inside out.

they live consumed by the paper thin,

climbing up a paper mountain

ruled by a paper king.

 

---

 

her

 

she smiles her backwards smile

and only you smile back;

only you feel her warmth.

when she smiles,

i only feel the cold.

 

---

 

Here's a poem about how December 2013 sucked ass.

 

10

 

you've spoken a solid ten words to me

over the past month.

december made me colder

on the inside and out.

 

---

 

untitled

 

dark hearts for dark days;

desperate measures for desperate times.

there is no halfway--

tonight i'm walking hand-in-hand with the devil;

there is no turning back.

 

---

 

Here's the only positive poem I've ever written before.

 

recovery

 

my life has been hopelessness and bad headaches for far too long;

it's time to move forward and change course.

i'm leaving my dustpan life behind

and working toward something brighter.

i am only what i make myself,

and each day i'm feeling lighter and lighter.

 

---

 

This one pretty much accurately sums up my whole experience at the homecoming football game (which was boring as hell, by the way). I was in an awful mood the entire time lol.

 

homecoming

 

we are greeted with green--

green and black and

grass-stained white

as the boys rush the field.

i stand in crowds of black

while they play under the bright white lights,

like the field is their stage.

they sound like a legion of warriors

when they cheer for their boys,

but i am silent and thinking of you.

i know i am far from your thoughts--

you are just another part of the surging crowd,

your voice drowned out by the cry of hundreds.

the crowd separates me and you,

but here i am.

i'm waiting,

even if you'll never join me

on this cold october bench.


Edited by Pretty.Odd., 24 April 2014 - 10:09 AM.

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Posted 24 April 2014 - 08:27 PM

^ (pretends we are in a coffee house) *snaps*

My faves were Paper thin, Recovery , and Untitled. :)

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Posted 24 April 2014 - 08:29 PM

^ (pretends we are in a coffee house) *snaps*

My faves were Paper thin, Recovery , and Untitled. :)

 

Thank you. :) Paper Thin is one my favorites that I've written, too.


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#702 octoberoriole

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Posted 25 October 2014 - 06:23 PM

my eyes

are red with tears

your arms

are now holding her

my heart

collapses inside

my mind

races to where things went wrong

my throat

dry as a desert

as lips

drop

one

single

tear


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#703 octoberoriole

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Posted 25 October 2014 - 06:26 PM

fog

 

i remember how his touch

the way his lips

brushed against mine

that special way he looked at me

when he just held my hand

and let me

fly


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