Melissalynnshaffer - Hello Poetry

In the end, Each one is to himself a haunted house. The monsters grow big feeding on the thoughts we won't air out. Cobwebs form from private fears, and the stairs creak beneath our heavy doubts. Let a little light in, you're not as scary as you tell yourself.

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC

Poem Nine

In the end, Each one is to himself a haunted house. The monsters grow big feeding on the thoughts we won't air out. Cobwebs form from private fears, and the stairs creak beneath our heavy doubts. Let a little light in, you're not as scary as you tell yourself.

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I am the very bottom of a bag of chips Small and Broken Too Fragmented to be Functional Too Crushed to carry the salsa to your mouth you should just throw me out ! Open up a new one It's what I would do- But you don't! I'll never figure you out.

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Aug 15, 2017

Aug 15, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC

Fragments

I am the very bottom of a bag of chips Small and Broken Too Fragmented to be Functional Too Crushed to carry the salsa to your mouth you should just throw me out ! Open up a new one It's what I would do- But you don't! I'll never figure you out.

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If I'm to find you, Let me find you in the shade The sun reveals too much I might scare and run away If I'm to love you Let me love you slowly over time I'm so rapidly wrapped up Still more rapidly untied. I've always thought I needed this feeling of flying But I could try s l o w and s t e a d y Less free fall, more climbing It isn't fair Spinning you around like this I know. But I'm no good at gardening Always pulling flowers up before they can grow.

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Jun 25, 2017

Jun 25, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC

Let Me Find You in the Shade

If I'm to find you, Let me find you in the shade The sun reveals too much I might scare and run away If I'm to love you Let me love you slowly over time I'm so rapidly wrapped up Still more rapidly untied. I've always thought I needed this feeling of flying But I could try s l o w and s t e a d y Less free fall, more climbing It isn't fair Spinning you around like this I know. But I'm no good at gardening Always pulling flowers up before they can grow.

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I wear my heart on my sleeve, But please, don't misinterpret my emotional ravings to mean that You know me . I have a dozen different hearts, I can change them like cuffs That's why I don't guard them too closely. I'll cut myself open, Spill my guts in an instant, Because Answering your questions, Before you can ask them, Is how I control which ones get asked. I'll tell my sad story with a joke at the end nail the timing I guarantee you they will only remember My laugh I am open to the point of being closed I am open to the point of being closed I'm a theme park with gates left unlocked for so long that eventually nobody goes.

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Jun 22, 2017

Jun 22, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC

An Extrovert's Defense

I wear my heart on my sleeve, But please, don't misinterpret my emotional ravings to mean that You know me . I have a dozen different hearts, I can change them like cuffs That's why I don't guard them too closely. I'll cut myself open, Spill my guts in an instant, Because Answering your questions, Before you can ask them, Is how I control which ones get asked. I'll tell my sad story with a joke at the end nail the timing I guarantee you they will only remember My laugh I am open to the point of being closed I am open to the point of being closed I'm a theme park with gates left unlocked for so long that eventually nobody goes.

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You got me hooked on Moleskin journals. It might not seem like much, but when you consider that it's the vessel into which I daily pour myself, Like some bank account, holding all my emotional savings, it's a pretty substantial influence. So thanks. You got me hooked on being known. Not the "name her favorite color/album/flavor" kind of known. The "ask me how I am, because you hear the trace amounts of fakeness in my laughter" kind of known. Before you, I thought being loved was like being admired but on steroids. Now I see it's more like a quiet walk home from class every evening. there are a dozen other ways, different bike routes or back roads you could take but you would never think to. Your day would be incomplete without the path your feet first were drawn to, you can't bear to miss it the winding bends in the road and the blossoms you always pause to breathe in. both familiar and new every evening.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC

Moleskin

You got me hooked on Moleskin journals. It might not seem like much, but when you consider that it's the vessel into which I daily pour myself, Like some bank account, holding all my emotional savings, it's a pretty substantial influence. So thanks. You got me hooked on being known. Not the "name her favorite color/album/flavor" kind of known. The "ask me how I am, because you hear the trace amounts of fakeness in my laughter" kind of known. Before you, I thought being loved was like being admired but on steroids. Now I see it's more like a quiet walk home from class every evening. there are a dozen other ways, different bike routes or back roads you could take but you would never think to. Your day would be incomplete without the path your feet first were drawn to, you can't bear to miss it the winding bends in the road and the blossoms you always pause to breathe in. both familiar and new every evening.

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I've discovered your indifference burns stronger than any shot of whiskey and, unlike whiskey, there is no grandfather's secret tomato juice recipe to cure the hangover your c a s u a l interest gives me. your kisses leave me dizzy but their lack of substance gives me a sugar headache I've never been held so gently but under such temporary tenderness my bones bend and break your compliments strike me like foul ***** during a game they always sound good when they smack against the bat but at the end of the inning they don't count. I wish I could sweep you off your feet The way you swept me off of mine. But we were not built like planes or rockets, We can't both be airborne at the same time.

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May 9, 2017

May 9, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC

Imbalanced

I've discovered your indifference burns stronger than any shot of whiskey and, unlike whiskey, there is no grandfather's secret tomato juice recipe to cure the hangover your c a s u a l interest gives me. your kisses leave me dizzy but their lack of substance gives me a sugar headache I've never been held so gently but under such temporary tenderness my bones bend and break your compliments strike me like foul ***** during a game they always sound good when they smack against the bat but at the end of the inning they don't count. I wish I could sweep you off your feet The way you swept me off of mine. But we were not built like planes or rockets, We can't both be airborne at the same time.

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just like that there was a switch in her mind that flipped And reasonable democracy gave way to sovereign dictatorship something about the way you cradled your coffee mug in your palm while trying to open the car door and talk on the phone to your brother at the same time took away her option of resistance She became overwhelmed by the way you leaned your body against door frames and talked with both hands The way you concentrated every time you stirred your coffee with a spoon They all became like a flood to her and in that forceful deluge, her list of pros and cons washed away and she was left with only you. clumsy, beautiful you.

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May 9, 2017

May 9, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC

Just like that

just like that there was a switch in her mind that flipped And reasonable democracy gave way to sovereign dictatorship something about the way you cradled your coffee mug in your palm while trying to open the car door and talk on the phone to your brother at the same time took away her option of resistance She became overwhelmed by the way you leaned your body against door frames and talked with both hands The way you concentrated every time you stirred your coffee with a spoon They all became like a flood to her and in that forceful deluge, her list of pros and cons washed away and she was left with only you. clumsy, beautiful you.

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You and me come From the same places and people Same squinty blue eyes Over morning bowls of cereal Same burning passion for ginger ale, home fries and tea same fear of commitment same insecurities I've always been afraid of you Being too much like me But I am the most unoriginal person I know I guess I was scared you would do a better job imitating my idols It's been hard to watch you grow But despite my childish competitive nature, I'm happily defeated You won me over Sincerely, Your biggest critic And your most ardent admirer

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May 9, 2017

May 9, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC

Mine

You and me come From the same places and people Same squinty blue eyes Over morning bowls of cereal Same burning passion for ginger ale, home fries and tea same fear of commitment same insecurities I've always been afraid of you Being too much like me But I am the most unoriginal person I know I guess I was scared you would do a better job imitating my idols It's been hard to watch you grow But despite my childish competitive nature, I'm happily defeated You won me over Sincerely, Your biggest critic And your most ardent admirer

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