A-F- - Hello Poetry

Uninterpreted fears Are a creaky door Can’t be left half open Or you're unable to pass through Use the window

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Apr 21, 2024

Apr 21, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC

A-F-

Nov, 2018 Apr, 2024

Uninterpreted fears Are a creaky door Can’t be left half open Or you're unable to pass through Use the window

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Turn to me Look me in the eyes Now turn around What do you see Not the rich, rolling grass Nor the speckled stone But the feeling Like the tender nervousness of a first kiss Or an embrace from a new friend What is this feeling? I cant make you feel it It starts in your chest Then works its way out Your eyes warm Then your limbs get fuzzy This thing that we do Pretending we cant see it Look around you You must only but glance Its being alive that I see Look for it next time

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Apr 21, 2024

Apr 21, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC

A-F-

Don’t let it pass you by

Turn to me Look me in the eyes Now turn around What do you see Not the rich, rolling grass Nor the speckled stone But the feeling Like the tender nervousness of a first kiss Or an embrace from a new friend What is this feeling? I cant make you feel it It starts in your chest Then works its way out Your eyes warm Then your limbs get fuzzy This thing that we do Pretending we cant see it Look around you You must only but glance Its being alive that I see Look for it next time

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damp, weary feet being ****** off at the sun a heaviness around my neck the draft as the descent is made a growing growl slick to the touch metal jostling wanting to be with someone self consciousness turning corners like i know slowing down once the last one is behind me sitting down patience losing once twice more patience looking around and now backwards

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC

A-F-

je vais à s&c

damp, weary feet being ****** off at the sun a heaviness around my neck the draft as the descent is made a growing growl slick to the touch metal jostling wanting to be with someone self consciousness turning corners like i know slowing down once the last one is behind me sitting down patience losing once twice more patience looking around and now backwards

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Dad? Why do we argue Why do we fight I'm a man now I know you don't like it and I know it hurts you But I'm a man now You used to be like me A man then Not too rebellious Not entirely foolish Conflict isn't condemnation I'm a man now -A.F.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC

A-F-

Your son

Dad? Why do we argue Why do we fight I'm a man now I know you don't like it and I know it hurts you But I'm a man now You used to be like me A man then Not too rebellious Not entirely foolish Conflict isn't condemnation I'm a man now -A.F.

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We dance in the ashes like Literary scavengers. In the ruins and after rages We draw the shreds of words and pages Around our naked bodies like Blankets, A quilt of the quintessential struggle Which all people suffer

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A-F-

Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC

msamendable

After they burn the books

We dance in the ashes like Literary scavengers. In the ruins and after rages We draw the shreds of words and pages Around our naked bodies like Blankets, A quilt of the quintessential struggle Which all people suffer

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There seems to be no hope for these lines As I read them I drift away I just want to sleep These people, with their false woe Their sappy loneliness bleeds off my screen I can feel it Melancholy So rich is the ink That one cant seem to breathe But what we can find Is the slippery confines That are minds -A.F.

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC

A-F-

Charlatan

There seems to be no hope for these lines As I read them I drift away I just want to sleep These people, with their false woe Their sappy loneliness bleeds off my screen I can feel it Melancholy So rich is the ink That one cant seem to breathe But what we can find Is the slippery confines That are minds -A.F.

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Nothing is as it seems Not the sky Not the trees Everything is alive Colors Shapes Sounds The very means of writing Inspiration is derived from asperity -A.F.

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC

A-F-

Jaune

Nothing is as it seems Not the sky Not the trees Everything is alive Colors Shapes Sounds The very means of writing Inspiration is derived from asperity -A.F.

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It is in verse as is in dress That beauty hides and needs caressed Though true beauty only some possess We look around and see less and less Peer deep inside ones heart and chest There must be beauty in all this mess -A.F.

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Oct 29, 2017

Oct 29, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC

A-F-

Where art thou

It is in verse as is in dress That beauty hides and needs caressed Though true beauty only some possess We look around and see less and less Peer deep inside ones heart and chest There must be beauty in all this mess -A.F.

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Crisp as the new day dawns Tumbling Seemingly over hills Intertwined The sweet nectar Of love ******* tumult Dripping Eager to please And be pleased -A.F.

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC

A-F-

Something Sweet

Crisp as the new day dawns Tumbling Seemingly over hills Intertwined The sweet nectar Of love ******* tumult Dripping Eager to please And be pleased -A.F.

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Fresh in my mind Cast So much to do before I die Preparations The howling doubt Littered sins Vain requests How can one do so Clenching fingers Out of reach Out of sight Out -A.F.

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC

A-F-

Stain

Fresh in my mind Cast So much to do before I die Preparations The howling doubt Littered sins Vain requests How can one do so Clenching fingers Out of reach Out of sight Out -A.F.

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