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ajlorraine
AJ / Theatre and Psychology / Mindfulness and Poetry
I am from the  falls of new hope the buffer zone from 15 minutes any direction I am from the backroads from the meeting of two hills And cities, several others I am from nowhere, yet I am close to everything I am from the riverwalk, where the red wolves wander From bare feet and wet clothes From an acre, from a forest I am from the chaos and unconditional welcoming From mint chocolate chip ice cream and spaghettios from doors that don’t lock Large pots, lots of cars and six of everything I am from home, not a place but a feeling I’m from the honeysuckle I’m from coffee and tea I am from separation and celebration “each end is a new beginning” I’m from the falls of new hope The one with the cherry tree the magnolia mailbox out front
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
i am from
I'm at a loss but I'm not confused for the stars are attached to too many truth's I wanna look up but can't bring myself to what if I see something? something other than you
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
part four
I came back to a bag of clothes on my bed that you left there for me while I was gone they looked little and silly, the things; once mine, then yours now neither of us want to take credit for what belongs to us you were giving back what you'd kept hold on to in the most material way you could thought basically saying in less words than one "I've made the choice to forget you"
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
part three
I half expected half hoped that you'd walk back through that front door again and it scares me knowing that I don't know when or if you ever will again because at this point I won't be there when you do
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
part two
I just said goodbye to us as we've known it I don't feel like I did it right, the goodbye It wasn't soft or spiritual We never locked eyes You just hugged me tight as we both pretended to be fine Then you kissed me and turned around and left no glance back it was a simple goodbye   Not five seconds out the door it took me one moment to realize that I had just said hello to the end of us without even looking you in the eyes once
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
part one
I think that maybe (maybe) you mean more to me than I'd like to think I'd like to think that it hit me unexpectedly but I don't (I really don't) think it did
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
I like to think
I got home from work today turned off my engine and just sat there it was raining outside a little cold my knees hurt I found myself thinking of you thinking about how empty my car felt in this rain without you / / / there is a kindness inside of you that I don't know how to explain you carry yourself with an essence of unapology that makers itself known gently you don't care what people thing but you are by far the most caring you make chaos something graceful you strip away labels that do nothing but confuse you navigate the world with truth, inspiring everything that surrounds you to become its best if you want something you, you create it you are purest form of spirit and the epitome of resilient and I am so grateful for you / / / I have no explanation other than the one sitting right here in this car in the rain but I hope it is enough because there is more love than can fit in my heart for you too much not to know what to do with it
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
a small series of rain thoughts
the two of cups spoke for the two of us what more is there to say? what more is there to do than trust? that the two of cups is the two of us
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
two of cups
I set your alarm for 9:00 hit the light on the TV (it took me way too long to figure out how) I threw a blanket over you and your limbs strength out of 3/4ths of the couch your head tilted and arms wrapped around my vacant space as if you were still being held I put your dishes in the sink I folded your glasses and put them on the nightstand with your phone so they wouldn't break I left a spot on the floor next to me in case you might decide to come down the only thing I didn't do was kiss your check 11:30 I heard you get up for water you set it by my feet and fell back asleep where I had last left you as for the water, I must have kicked it because when I woke up it was spilled all over the floor reminding me that I always seem to be the one to make the mess it was the only thing you noticed upon waking, the water glass so after you left I cleaned it, realizing as I did that you never come down to me last night so this time I cleaned until the room was spotless hoping this time you'd notice the difference I tried to create but you didn't come home that night
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
it was the only thing you noticed upon waking, the water glass
I experienced and I wrote: When I think of you I feel like I am going to cry. Well, I don't cry but my stomach decides to cave in and collide with some sort of fluttering that feeds into my lungs my heartbeat turns into more of a tick into my stomach a small rock is dropped it rolls around at the bottom slowly it gets hot the heat spreads up my throat and across my chest radiating down to where my elbows meet the inside of my forearms from there, the energy pulses to my fingertips its like buzzing but with the addition of tiny little ****** I feel that in my wrists The heat grows heavier on my chest now I feel it a bit behind my eyes my hands that pulsed now throb along with my thighs now the rock in my stomach decides to put press up on my spine it tickles in a way that makes me want to laugh to relieve the pressure I laugh but laughing leaves me feeling winded my esophagus now thinly coated with a foggy thickness the word that comes to mind when I think of it is dread my spine is now a magnet that my ribs want to meet I breathe out they sink back towards my spine, reaching for something my breathing feels forced but at the same time I can't control it my thighs feel warm and almost swollen my feet are already cold each hair on my head seems to gain a pulse certain ones even feel electric the stinging in my nose tries to curdle my expression I try not to let it but my nose wants my cupid's bow and my jaw wants the corners of my mouth the rock shifts around again, renouncing itself my ribs suddenly collapse causing my to inhale my own exhaled breath the stinging in my nose rides up behind my eyes and (this is where I usually stop it, often with speech or with another laugh images carry away sensation I place them back into those mental pictures of pastimes and things potential and things yet to come, replacing the label with "sadness" with "hope" knowing now that the rock is just my heart, it finds its way back up to the tiny box where it beats on the walls, constantly trying to find its way back out I remember that hearts do good I remember my lips, only then do I realize that they had gone numb I think of warmth the stinging in my arms, the picks and the pulses in my fingertips those are the only things I can't beat the energy at the inside of my elbows goes back up to my chest and  hovers over my heart the hovering feeling never goes away but I remember this energy is mine to live with and move on) but if I don't stop, if there is a sense of weakness to my day I feel the urge to smile almost the burning in my eyes gets hotter, it usually comes in bursts my vision turns to stained glass the rock starts punching its way up my spine my lower eyelids want to sink back towards my face, my eyebrows try to tie themselves in a bow I try not to blink now If I'm lucky, my eyes tear up If I'm not, tears roll down my stainless masterpiece ruined by a contorted, conflicted smile-frown I feel air on my tears I breathe out and remember thought my hands want to hold my arms want to hug my lips are numb but they know jut as well that the catalyst has come full circle on this one, love
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
an experimental report: the physical sensation of missing you
I experienced and I wrote: When I think of you I feel like I am going to cry. Well, I don't cry but my stomach decides to cave in and collide with some sort of fluttering that feeds into my lungs my heartbeat turns into more of a tick into my stomach a small rock is dropped it rolls around at the bottom slowly it gets hot the heat spreads up my throat and across my chest radiating down to where my elbows meet the inside of my forearms from there, the energy pulses to my fingertips its like buzzing but with the addition of tiny little ****** I feel that in my wrists The heat grows heavier on my chest now I feel it a bit behind my eyes my hands that pulsed now throb along with my thighs now the rock in my stomach decides to put press up on my spine it tickles in a way that makes me want to laugh to relieve the pressure I laugh but laughing leaves me feeling winded my esophagus now thinly coated with a foggy thickness the word that comes to mind when I think of it is dread my spine is now a magnet that my ribs want to meet I breathe out they sink back towards my spine, reaching for something my breathing feels forced but at the same time I can't control it my thighs feel warm and almost swollen my feet are already cold each hair on my head seems to gain a pulse certain ones even feel electric the stinging in my nose tries to curdle my expression I try not to let it but my nose wants my cupid's bow and my jaw wants the corners of my mouth the rock shifts around again, renouncing itself my ribs suddenly collapse causing my to inhale my own exhaled breath the stinging in my nose rides up behind my eyes and (this is where I usually stop it, often with speech or with another laugh images carry away sensation I place them back into those mental pictures of pastimes and things potential and things yet to come, replacing the label with "sadness" with "hope" knowing now that the rock is just my heart, it finds its way back up to the tiny box where it beats on the walls, constantly trying to find its way back out I remember that hearts do good I remember my lips, only then do I realize that they had gone numb I think of warmth the stinging in my arms, the picks and the pulses in my fingertips those are the only things I can't beat the energy at the inside of my elbows goes back up to my chest and  hovers over my heart the hovering feeling never goes away but I remember this energy is mine to live with and move on) but if I don't stop, if there is a sense of weakness to my day I feel the urge to smile almost the burning in my eyes gets hotter, it usually comes in bursts my vision turns to stained glass the rock starts punching its way up my spine my lower eyelids want to sink back towards my face, my eyebrows try to tie themselves in a bow I try not to blink now If I'm lucky, my eyes tear up If I'm not, tears roll down my stainless masterpiece ruined by a contorted, conflicted smile-frown I feel air on my tears I breathe out and remember thought my hands want to hold my arms want to hug my lips are numb but they know jut as well that the catalyst has come full circle on this one, love
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