Roses_and_Coffee - Hello Poetry

We grieve in different corners of this house All plagued by the changing routine All withering in the musky silence Not saying what is resting over us I don’t think we want the waterfalls tonight But we all know that they will come in the silence of our beds And we’ll pull the covers tightly Hoping this weight will be less tomorrow

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Apr 24, 2021

Apr 24, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC

In the evening chill

We grieve in different corners of this house All plagued by the changing routine All withering in the musky silence Not saying what is resting over us I don’t think we want the waterfalls tonight But we all know that they will come in the silence of our beds And we’ll pull the covers tightly Hoping this weight will be less tomorrow

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We’re all fragile tonight The smallest thing Stings my eyes Be strong Be strong We carry on tomorrow Until it grabs us again And we drop the vase Cracking at the seams But never quite breaking The creaking and groaning Of our souls Curl up next to us at night Like you did Be strong I scrap the walls clean Hoping to be rid of the dust Then cry Because These small pieces of you Are gone now too I miss you Be strong

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Apr 24, 2021

Apr 24, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC

Grief Walker

We’re all fragile tonight The smallest thing Stings my eyes Be strong Be strong We carry on tomorrow Until it grabs us again And we drop the vase Cracking at the seams But never quite breaking The creaking and groaning Of our souls Curl up next to us at night Like you did Be strong I scrap the walls clean Hoping to be rid of the dust Then cry Because These small pieces of you Are gone now too I miss you Be strong

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I understand it now My heart pours out Life flows from my soul And wraps you in gold You’re caught up in me All tangled up in emotions you’ve never unleashed

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Apr 24, 2021

Apr 24, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC

mezian

I understand it now My heart pours out Life flows from my soul And wraps you in gold You’re caught up in me All tangled up in emotions you’ve never unleashed

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how many youthful nights have i driven away from a town of late nights searching for hope driving this highway with orange street lights and yellow headlights flashing past my eyes how many lonely drives must i endure blasting songs too loud to drown out my thoughts of grief for this life the city lights glowing over water under bridges built to connect us when all i feel is worlds away from a life of people that move forward towards white picket fences and bouncing baby’s these drives are spent running wishing to have enough courage to pack up this hatchback and watch as everything i know grows smaller and smaller

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Apr 13, 2019

Apr 13, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC

softens

how many youthful nights have i driven away from a town of late nights searching for hope driving this highway with orange street lights and yellow headlights flashing past my eyes how many lonely drives must i endure blasting songs too loud to drown out my thoughts of grief for this life the city lights glowing over water under bridges built to connect us when all i feel is worlds away from a life of people that move forward towards white picket fences and bouncing baby’s these drives are spent running wishing to have enough courage to pack up this hatchback and watch as everything i know grows smaller and smaller

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I put too much hope into you Too much hope into a church, hoping I would learn to fit into it Too much hope into a town, hoping I would learn to love it Too much hope into friends that knew not of my soul Into friends I had hoped would make time for me Into people I had hoped would accept my beliefs because they accepted me I put too much hope into a man who stunk of reckless and heartless ambition Into a man I thought would love me before I loved myself How wrong and twisted I was And what a blessing I can see straight again

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC

Cougar of Vancouver

I put too much hope into you Too much hope into a church, hoping I would learn to fit into it Too much hope into a town, hoping I would learn to love it Too much hope into friends that knew not of my soul Into friends I had hoped would make time for me Into people I had hoped would accept my beliefs because they accepted me I put too much hope into a man who stunk of reckless and heartless ambition Into a man I thought would love me before I loved myself How wrong and twisted I was And what a blessing I can see straight again

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Sunflowers fill the space where grief will not Lumpy navy seats fill the room as the lights dim Words are spoken in the fumes of salt and snot Nothing can fill the murk in our souls as we drift

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 1:12 AM UTC

eastridge on a sunday evening

Sunflowers fill the space where grief will not Lumpy navy seats fill the room as the lights dim Words are spoken in the fumes of salt and snot Nothing can fill the murk in our souls as we drift

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how i wish i could climb up away from this madness and sit in the crook of branches letting the stress drip from my feet as we sway to the sounds of the breeze

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 1:07 AM UTC

dizzy madness

how i wish i could climb up away from this madness and sit in the crook of branches letting the stress drip from my feet as we sway to the sounds of the breeze

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Tiny specks of glass lay in the street lights, as we make our way past the distant sound of laughter, the scuff of your shoes matches the beat of my chest, the moon filters through spanish moss to play with your hair as my fingers itch

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC

between whitaker and drayton

Tiny specks of glass lay in the street lights, as we make our way past the distant sound of laughter, the scuff of your shoes matches the beat of my chest, the moon filters through spanish moss to play with your hair as my fingers itch

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We were in search of the sea, traveling the curves of the highway on the hunt for a lighthouse in the distance running from responsibilities like the plague pretending the summer heat won’t fade building bonfires as the sunlight falls behind the waves and still, we smile

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC

pacific coast highway

We were in search of the sea, traveling the curves of the highway on the hunt for a lighthouse in the distance running from responsibilities like the plague pretending the summer heat won’t fade building bonfires as the sunlight falls behind the waves and still, we smile

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rusted vases light the hallway as the sun breaks over the trees pictures float from the cracked walls tattered floors from the living we’ve done

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC

153rd drive

rusted vases light the hallway as the sun breaks over the trees pictures float from the cracked walls tattered floors from the living we’ve done

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