a-e-bill - Hello Poetry

Deadlock darling if you lay down your arms and lean into a promise made I will wait for you on the other side of Badger Creek but only for a while only long enough to hear a rustling of feathers from the two crows perched on my shoulders one for the vows you spoke and one for the silence that came after And when you come closer or if you never come at all we will nonetheless turn our backs to Badger Creek and walk quietly away swallowed by a damp november mist rattling bones and molting leaves Vows and Silence gently cawing

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC

What happened at Badger Creek

Deadlock darling if you lay down your arms and lean into a promise made I will wait for you on the other side of Badger Creek but only for a while only long enough to hear a rustling of feathers from the two crows perched on my shoulders one for the vows you spoke and one for the silence that came after And when you come closer or if you never come at all we will nonetheless turn our backs to Badger Creek and walk quietly away swallowed by a damp november mist rattling bones and molting leaves Vows and Silence gently cawing

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I've been told to count my blessings as they come ***** dishes in the sink and a wish for a home A permanent frown that says why bother Never paint stars in the eyes of another Ask the autumn winds about forever The rustle in the trees reply whatever And the way you reach for your jacket whispers never

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC

Things that could've been in September

I've been told to count my blessings as they come ***** dishes in the sink and a wish for a home A permanent frown that says why bother Never paint stars in the eyes of another Ask the autumn winds about forever The rustle in the trees reply whatever And the way you reach for your jacket whispers never

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It's as heavy as rain this steely cold proclamation that there's a path not taken in the words I saved for later The heavy gray clouds silently sinking towards a world shrouded in thoughts never declared because we saved them shivering and waiting suspended in anticipation for later

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Oct 10, 2017

Oct 10, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC

A hazy light of a spark in the distance

It's as heavy as rain this steely cold proclamation that there's a path not taken in the words I saved for later The heavy gray clouds silently sinking towards a world shrouded in thoughts never declared because we saved them shivering and waiting suspended in anticipation for later

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Black thursday sunset mirrored in hollow eyes Painted in ultraviolet the line is drawn anywhere on this side of oblivion on the inside of my eyelids a spiderweb light Black thursday dusk drawn over a bedridden world Rested beneath the wavelengths of white noise a fragile little thing this steely place fingers pressed against the temples of the sleeping

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC

Black Thursday

Black thursday sunset mirrored in hollow eyes Painted in ultraviolet the line is drawn anywhere on this side of oblivion on the inside of my eyelids a spiderweb light Black thursday dusk drawn over a bedridden world Rested beneath the wavelengths of white noise a fragile little thing this steely place fingers pressed against the temples of the sleeping

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I am adrift in perpetual night A painted crown on my forehead A signal to the skies This is one I never claimed to own Digging holes and throwing stones I am adrift in perpetual night A head full of thunderstorms A free falling fight

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC

Days spent waking

I am adrift in perpetual night A painted crown on my forehead A signal to the skies This is one I never claimed to own Digging holes and throwing stones I am adrift in perpetual night A head full of thunderstorms A free falling fight

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She says nothing waiting hands on the table luck just an inch away from her trembling fingertips she was never asking and never demanding only hoping to hold it Thunderstorm darling searching for images of elation just barely seen in the corner of her eyes her vision blurred when her head is turned and bliss is left unrevealed

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Aug 24, 2017

Aug 24, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC

Beautiful things in the corner of her eyes

She says nothing waiting hands on the table luck just an inch away from her trembling fingertips she was never asking and never demanding only hoping to hold it Thunderstorm darling searching for images of elation just barely seen in the corner of her eyes her vision blurred when her head is turned and bliss is left unrevealed

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Heavy warm skies an amplifier for the smell of dust and waiting Grasshoppers in the brittle grass sing their praises to the yellowing leaves fallen from the first shivering trees And I sit under the wilting climbing rose bush catch glimpses of a quiet conversation held by strangers on the other side of the hedge just like fall is patiently whispering to me from somewhere on the other side of september the sun still warm but just a thin veil for the cold winds nestling in my hair these are the last silent sighs of the dying dog days And I become unrelentingly aware that all of my beginnings started with the ending of this season

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Aug 23, 2017

Aug 23, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC

Dying Dog Days

Heavy warm skies an amplifier for the smell of dust and waiting Grasshoppers in the brittle grass sing their praises to the yellowing leaves fallen from the first shivering trees And I sit under the wilting climbing rose bush catch glimpses of a quiet conversation held by strangers on the other side of the hedge just like fall is patiently whispering to me from somewhere on the other side of september the sun still warm but just a thin veil for the cold winds nestling in my hair these are the last silent sighs of the dying dog days And I become unrelentingly aware that all of my beginnings started with the ending of this season

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I don't feel better watching 3 am come and go sleepless nights kept awake by blinding lights of a thousand stars which I named after all of my mistakes and transgressions there's a picture of me painted in the sky under eye circles and a look of infatuation I call it a portrait of the artist as a reckless dreamer

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC

Cardboard Houses

I don't feel better watching 3 am come and go sleepless nights kept awake by blinding lights of a thousand stars which I named after all of my mistakes and transgressions there's a picture of me painted in the sky under eye circles and a look of infatuation I call it a portrait of the artist as a reckless dreamer

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Here these fingers on these scrawny hands have felt a hundred other hands have been bruised and cut and held been cold and burned and broken been scarred and ***** and reaching waving middle fingers peace signs and fingers crossed fingers crossed fingers crossed a thousands times over and now once again despite all they know fingers crossed

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Jul 11, 2017

Jul 11, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC

I have held a thousand things

Here these fingers on these scrawny hands have felt a hundred other hands have been bruised and cut and held been cold and burned and broken been scarred and ***** and reaching waving middle fingers peace signs and fingers crossed fingers crossed fingers crossed a thousands times over and now once again despite all they know fingers crossed

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Saturday night gathering Of the two member club of bad moods and contemplations My friend with her hair tied back Shuffling a deck of cards I feel like I have done this A thousand times She says She deals We are playing shed The only game we both know by heart I know that she was always better than me But I am trying to give her A run for her money Suddenly face up on the table A jack of clubs with torn corners The look of tired and impatient confusion Drawn permanently on his face My friend looks up at me eyes gleaming with amusement I laugh and say that I think That's my mood of the day She smiles I was just going to tell you That same thing I know that look of fatigued detachment The one you get when you realize that the game you play has rules And no one ever bothered to tell you about them Jack, it's going to be ok This game is tough and tedious But when it's all over You will be shuffled right back into a new one And this time it's going to feel a lot like home

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC

Jack, it's going to be ok

Saturday night gathering Of the two member club of bad moods and contemplations My friend with her hair tied back Shuffling a deck of cards I feel like I have done this A thousand times She says She deals We are playing shed The only game we both know by heart I know that she was always better than me But I am trying to give her A run for her money Suddenly face up on the table A jack of clubs with torn corners The look of tired and impatient confusion Drawn permanently on his face My friend looks up at me eyes gleaming with amusement I laugh and say that I think That's my mood of the day She smiles I was just going to tell you That same thing I know that look of fatigued detachment The one you get when you realize that the game you play has rules And no one ever bothered to tell you about them Jack, it's going to be ok This game is tough and tedious But when it's all over You will be shuffled right back into a new one And this time it's going to feel a lot like home

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