aliciadiSalvo - Hello Poetry

Autumn's amber hued Sunday afternoons are laced with regret for days gone to soon. Yellowed pages folded and faded, are the leaves underfoot, sweet and decaying. Now the fall moon will be waning blue, and so goes this life, a memory too.

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Sep 22, 2016

Sep 22, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC

Nostalgia

Autumn's amber hued Sunday afternoons are laced with regret for days gone to soon. Yellowed pages folded and faded, are the leaves underfoot, sweet and decaying. Now the fall moon will be waning blue, and so goes this life, a memory too.

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The beginning is promising the middle's all muddled the ending ...just sorta....

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Sep 20, 2016

Sep 20, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC

I can't seem to finish anything

The beginning is promising the middle's all muddled the ending ...just sorta....

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I will hide my heart deep deep away from the howling wind this anxious bitter wind will reach inside and draw out my soul.

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC

Hiding in bed

I will hide my heart deep deep away from the howling wind this anxious bitter wind will reach inside and draw out my soul.

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My night time reflection in the car window as we drive along in silence tells a different story. Smooth, moon washed skin, shining white eyes- I am almost beautiful.

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC

Mirror

My night time reflection in the car window as we drive along in silence tells a different story. Smooth, moon washed skin, shining white eyes- I am almost beautiful.

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Annotated hate letters sticky- posted to every surface until you get the hint Forgiveness is no longer an option and this is not your mess to clean up It is, however, your mind to make up Although it would seem that you already have

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC

Hate letters in the hospital

Annotated hate letters sticky- posted to every surface until you get the hint Forgiveness is no longer an option and this is not your mess to clean up It is, however, your mind to make up Although it would seem that you already have

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Hope is a vile, deceitful creature. Slowly and deliberately instilling baseless confidence, it knowingly assures victory where there is none to be had. Abandon hope to those less weary and prepare yourself for the inevitable worst.

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC

This well has run dry

Hope is a vile, deceitful creature. Slowly and deliberately instilling baseless confidence, it knowingly assures victory where there is none to be had. Abandon hope to those less weary and prepare yourself for the inevitable worst.

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