chris-hollermannWhisper

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The Breaking and Rising AgainTHE BREAKING / You were a puzzle I desperately wanted to complete, / contorting myself into every one of your missing pieces
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Nov 17, 2021
Crackling ConnectionThe first time you kissed me my heartbeat couldn't breathe / I felt suspended in the present, completely in my body; on fire with our heat / my mind, usually drenched in anxiety; pacing through possibilities, went beautifully, blissfully, blank
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Nov 17, 2021
Irreligionist Soul SofteningI read somewhere when we let our defenses down we become ordinary, / the simplification of self allows us to transform into a transparent being; fully able to allow in divinity and shine light into the world. / your kisses on my neck caused a chain reaction that ended with my head falling back; off the pillow, shedding my defenses, sinking into you
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Nov 17, 2021
Nothing More To Say - Age 26Our love story was short. / I used three words to describe it. / I. Love. You.
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Jul 9, 2015
Love Without AgendaMy eyes had a way of changing color, grey to green, depending on pain / He had a way of inspiring the spectrum by the way he withheld his heart, / A varied action
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Jun 26, 2015
Siren Thoughts Over Morning Coffee - age 26The coffee slides down my throat, / Straight shot to my vines, an imitation of alive, / My hearts too preoccupied to do its job
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Mar 17, 2015
Grief Evolving into Depression - Age 18An onslaught of misery forced me into a whirlwind of change / To strong to resist, to sudden to understand left only to stand and observe the destruction / The overwhelming aftermath left me sweeping all emotion under the rug, setting myself up to later trip up and leave me dripping with stale grief, swearing, as the grief stricken crazy do, that I could hear the angels weep the day you died, and how the wings of your memory brushed my face each night
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Sep 6, 2014
An Ode to an Angel - Age 18We grew up together / In sunray symphonies and sleepover sunrises, we grew / Only as children can, without regret of so many yesterdays or fear of the future and it’s guaranteed pain
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Sep 6, 2014
Midnight - Age 14The midnight canvas with it’s beautiful truth paints us a masterpiece and openly I talk to you / The silent night protects us and hides our insecure fears, both of each other and nothing / In the line of tomorrow becoming today and today yesterday the sense of clarity becomes confused
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Sep 6, 2014
Predetermination - Age 16I knew then what I’d think now / A pre-chosen idea like an infected wound opens up and feels brand new / The burning unexpected taste of a drunken release disappoints and leaves me here
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Sep 6, 2014
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