Cath-06-17 - Hello Poetry

I was so tired and frayed. I wondered what moon you saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did you allow your lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love. Define our love in a sentimental mood. A gravitational pull that holds my hand. Exceptions where we let go to kiss the sun. We fall down around 12 to 1. Coming back, warm in our commotion of fantasies. We spoke our mind telepathically. You were so tired and frayed. You wondered what moon I saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did I allow my lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love? Remember high tides in October? dressed up lovers, bittersweet contour? two mirrors colliding. We became a downward spiral till we couldn’t call ‘us’ anymore. No matter how much I see it, it’s just you and me but not the way it used to be. We were so tired and frayed. We wondered what moon we saw from that distant planet of ours. Outer space caused a great famine in thought.. ..The in-between which we could not meet made it hard. We loved with every crevice of our body but with the last drop there was nothing to breathe from. An ounce of it if any.

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Nov 23, 2020

Nov 23, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC

Outerspace

I was so tired and frayed. I wondered what moon you saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did you allow your lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love. Define our love in a sentimental mood. A gravitational pull that holds my hand. Exceptions where we let go to kiss the sun. We fall down around 12 to 1. Coming back, warm in our commotion of fantasies. We spoke our mind telepathically. You were so tired and frayed. You wondered what moon I saw from that distant planet. Outer space caused a great famine Did I allow my lungs to love An ounce of it if any, love? Remember high tides in October? dressed up lovers, bittersweet contour? two mirrors colliding. We became a downward spiral till we couldn’t call ‘us’ anymore. No matter how much I see it, it’s just you and me but not the way it used to be. We were so tired and frayed. We wondered what moon we saw from that distant planet of ours. Outer space caused a great famine in thought.. ..The in-between which we could not meet made it hard. We loved with every crevice of our body but with the last drop there was nothing to breathe from. An ounce of it if any.

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I cry for the unsure paths I carve out to stamp in a- what seems to be in permanent ink of the unexpected turns I must take in order to clear out my head. I repeatedly stand on a soap box preaching all the mysteries of the world all the whilst shouting with a slit throat as too how the future should be, for me. But I don't know.

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Aug 6, 2020

Aug 6, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC

Limited

I cry for the unsure paths I carve out to stamp in a- what seems to be in permanent ink of the unexpected turns I must take in order to clear out my head. I repeatedly stand on a soap box preaching all the mysteries of the world all the whilst shouting with a slit throat as too how the future should be, for me. But I don't know.

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Worthy, the life I live lived and am living for, by miraculous loves that bore the reason. Each night brings a reminder of the love I hold dear to me.

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC

Eternal summer nights

Worthy, the life I live lived and am living for, by miraculous loves that bore the reason. Each night brings a reminder of the love I hold dear to me.

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Things that remind me of you I carry. The only thing that stays with me and the rest of the world, is your name. You're one and all the same, the brightest colors and more.

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Apr 12, 2020

Apr 12, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC

Violet

Things that remind me of you I carry. The only thing that stays with me and the rest of the world, is your name. You're one and all the same, the brightest colors and more.

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Do I love them? Or do I need validation for my poor choices. Loving seems so hard when love doesn't seem to come to you first engulf those mirrored possibilities of who comes first. Can I get to the finish line when I'm stuck at the start.

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC

Starting Line

Do I love them? Or do I need validation for my poor choices. Loving seems so hard when love doesn't seem to come to you first engulf those mirrored possibilities of who comes first. Can I get to the finish line when I'm stuck at the start.

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