JoV - Hello Poetry

I wish to wake one bright and easy morning Free of the pain And the sadness that pulls me to the depths of the sea like an anchor Chained to my feet as I try to kick Thrashing against that which is inevitable. But perhaps this pain would be lessened, if I looked to my feet and saw the anchor Instead of your hands grasped around my ankles Clawing at my flesh until crimson paints the waves Perhaps the pain comes not from drowning But from knowing That the cause has been you all along.

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC

My Wish

I wish to wake one bright and easy morning Free of the pain And the sadness that pulls me to the depths of the sea like an anchor Chained to my feet as I try to kick Thrashing against that which is inevitable. But perhaps this pain would be lessened, if I looked to my feet and saw the anchor Instead of your hands grasped around my ankles Clawing at my flesh until crimson paints the waves Perhaps the pain comes not from drowning But from knowing That the cause has been you all along.

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A poem only comes To the tip of my tongue And ripples down my limbs When the sadness settles onto my shoulders Like a river tumbling a rock Until it shines

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Mar 18, 2020

Mar 18, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC

To Write A Poem

A poem only comes To the tip of my tongue And ripples down my limbs When the sadness settles onto my shoulders Like a river tumbling a rock Until it shines

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I’m sure that you believe the words you speak As they roll off of your tongue like the tide following the moon Words full of consolation meant to calm and heal But where the years have made you kind Those same years have made me wise And as your words fall to my ears All I can hear are lies

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC

Lies

I’m sure that you believe the words you speak As they roll off of your tongue like the tide following the moon Words full of consolation meant to calm and heal But where the years have made you kind Those same years have made me wise And as your words fall to my ears All I can hear are lies

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My life is spent stacking bricks Spreading mortar Row by row Piece by piece Until I can no longer see the world beyond The row turning to a wall A wall turning into a cage Rising past my eyes Still not high enough to close me in but too high to turn back Beyond my reach to begin to dismantle So I continue to toil Laying the last brick into my roof Blocking the last star from shining on my face as I look to the night sky Irreversible darkness descends My heart is shut

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC

Shut

My life is spent stacking bricks Spreading mortar Row by row Piece by piece Until I can no longer see the world beyond The row turning to a wall A wall turning into a cage Rising past my eyes Still not high enough to close me in but too high to turn back Beyond my reach to begin to dismantle So I continue to toil Laying the last brick into my roof Blocking the last star from shining on my face as I look to the night sky Irreversible darkness descends My heart is shut

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I’ve tried to fit in the spot The hole where the puzzle is missing a piece To cross my arms and twist my legs, hoping to create the shape The shape that seems to fit effortlessly The shape that they crave The shape that they need me to be The shape into which I cannot bend Cannot shift Cannot be Leaving them to continue wishing that the last piece was not missing

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Jan 6, 2020

Jan 6, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC

Family

I’ve tried to fit in the spot The hole where the puzzle is missing a piece To cross my arms and twist my legs, hoping to create the shape The shape that seems to fit effortlessly The shape that they crave The shape that they need me to be The shape into which I cannot bend Cannot shift Cannot be Leaving them to continue wishing that the last piece was not missing

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I feel with the saddest parts of my soul The parts so tired, so old, so beaten and torn The happiest moments, light like a feather, drift along the surface Gently touching but never staying Float away in a warm, calm breeze Like a dream escaping from an opening eye I feel with the saddest parts of my soul The parts so resilient, so beautiful, made stronger through sorrow Her scars are mine and mine hers Held together by a lock with no key.

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Dec 21, 2019

Dec 21, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC

Sad

I feel with the saddest parts of my soul The parts so tired, so old, so beaten and torn The happiest moments, light like a feather, drift along the surface Gently touching but never staying Float away in a warm, calm breeze Like a dream escaping from an opening eye I feel with the saddest parts of my soul The parts so resilient, so beautiful, made stronger through sorrow Her scars are mine and mine hers Held together by a lock with no key.

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