Dea_nina - Hello Poetry

Today I got called moonshine. I took it to heart, for a moment until it dawned that no one is ever warmed by the moon. Moon's don't leave a yellow glow on your skin and none content with their lives can hold its gaze for more then a single moment. I wish I could love what you said but I have a feeling you like the night just as much as I and with you still here, I can't see the light.

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Dea_nina

Nov 24, 2017

Nov 24, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC

xoi

Moon Shine

Today I got called moonshine. I took it to heart, for a moment until it dawned that no one is ever warmed by the moon. Moon's don't leave a yellow glow on your skin and none content with their lives can hold its gaze for more then a single moment. I wish I could love what you said but I have a feeling you like the night just as much as I and with you still here, I can't see the light.

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Barefoot and dirt-clod I tip-toe across the yard Avoiding mounds of stickers Sharp rocks and weeds The sky is full Satin filled milk fluff And moonshine Full on me Our tangerine trees Rustle with low lying Bull frogs Rib bit, rib bit A symphony of crickets sings High pitched Beetle mania I hear a distant “moo” from the cows A latent “who” from the owls in the barn The statuesque wind chime Is playing a cacophony of wind song This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty I am one with the country, home again

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Dea_nina

Nov 24, 2017

Nov 24, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC

heather-mirassou

Moonshine Wind Song

Barefoot and dirt-clod I tip-toe across the yard Avoiding mounds of stickers Sharp rocks and weeds The sky is full Satin filled milk fluff And moonshine Full on me Our tangerine trees Rustle with low lying Bull frogs Rib bit, rib bit A symphony of crickets sings High pitched Beetle mania I hear a distant “moo” from the cows A latent “who” from the owls in the barn The statuesque wind chime Is playing a cacophony of wind song This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty I am one with the country, home again

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Losing grip of reality, I don’t know what’s next to me, losing touch with the world The one I’m in that slowly flaked till fall, and I was the one who thought not of at all, but a string around the pieces, I’ll say we tried but didn’t push, when we did we didn’t force it, when we did we fell nauseous, when we did we heard noises Same drowned down sound of made up people around.. at least they’re not me.. said she At least my self would never say, what she wanted to say, she wanted to burn Darling wanted to wait her turn.. but turns donnot exist when all you need is a match and a box lies in your top drawer, your pocket, you’re a liar When you say you wait for that heat But let the water darling drowns in stays cool and cold getting colder around her At least.

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Nov 22, 2017

Nov 22, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC

Dea_nina

Voices in the waters

Losing grip of reality, I don’t know what’s next to me, losing touch with the world The one I’m in that slowly flaked till fall, and I was the one who thought not of at all, but a string around the pieces, I’ll say we tried but didn’t push, when we did we didn’t force it, when we did we fell nauseous, when we did we heard noises Same drowned down sound of made up people around.. at least they’re not me.. said she At least my self would never say, what she wanted to say, she wanted to burn Darling wanted to wait her turn.. but turns donnot exist when all you need is a match and a box lies in your top drawer, your pocket, you’re a liar When you say you wait for that heat But let the water darling drowns in stays cool and cold getting colder around her At least.

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as the clouds roll over in their sleep, upside down counting sheep sinking selflessly the sun peaks through as clouds cry away the rest of what they worked for, ebbed into the world shining a light on dew drops left on our skin our walls, tangled in nature, gracing the grass beneath our feet etched into rivers an impressionable flow sweet risings coming home to say hello to thank the downpour to know what we know

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Oct 28, 2017

Oct 28, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC

Dea_nina

sweet risings

as the clouds roll over in their sleep, upside down counting sheep sinking selflessly the sun peaks through as clouds cry away the rest of what they worked for, ebbed into the world shining a light on dew drops left on our skin our walls, tangled in nature, gracing the grass beneath our feet etched into rivers an impressionable flow sweet risings coming home to say hello to thank the downpour to know what we know

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