amnah-alamir - Hello Poetry

Orange peel ******* tapering across a sunset view Luminous swirls hit glass and behind a window, we sit blue Frisky neighbours forgotten in our eyes, another sunday gone blind Should have gone to church sat at the back, with wine, and unwind.

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May 3, 2017

May 3, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC

Them Vegans

Orange peel ******* tapering across a sunset view Luminous swirls hit glass and behind a window, we sit blue Frisky neighbours forgotten in our eyes, another sunday gone blind Should have gone to church sat at the back, with wine, and unwind.

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You have been missed, like the spring kissed meadows--- sprung from a daffodil's lips Hiding behind the blushing cheeks of coral reefs, a giggling hum-- does brush against my eardrum And so, the echo of your playful steps return mine thoughts in songful breeze, soft sway like the mosses that planted our heads in day--- Softer yet, than the whispered words lay peeking above air--- I swear to where the shadows fall beneath us By light, there was stars--- gifted in no dark that eyes can see Were it to be a soul's reverie, I followed the birds-- they move with shivers Cold, why snowflakes in May?

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May 3, 2017

May 3, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC

Dirge

You have been missed, like the spring kissed meadows--- sprung from a daffodil's lips Hiding behind the blushing cheeks of coral reefs, a giggling hum-- does brush against my eardrum And so, the echo of your playful steps return mine thoughts in songful breeze, soft sway like the mosses that planted our heads in day--- Softer yet, than the whispered words lay peeking above air--- I swear to where the shadows fall beneath us By light, there was stars--- gifted in no dark that eyes can see Were it to be a soul's reverie, I followed the birds-- they move with shivers Cold, why snowflakes in May?

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You ask me why there is so much misery in the world why can't people just accept their pain and be happy, I pause and look at the pain in myself; the years of neglect coiled like snakes between the layers of my skin, the doubt, anxiety and ugliness ****** through my tissues (that I can't wring out like a sponge, though I have tried), the lonliness fed to me by my blood so that I am always full, the devil that wraps himself around my backbone, so tightly that when I cough he breathes when I choke he heaves 'with pleasure, sadness always weaves' and when I spoke, my voice fell my teeth followed clattering to the ground.

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC

A Conversation I've Had

You ask me why there is so much misery in the world why can't people just accept their pain and be happy, I pause and look at the pain in myself; the years of neglect coiled like snakes between the layers of my skin, the doubt, anxiety and ugliness ****** through my tissues (that I can't wring out like a sponge, though I have tried), the lonliness fed to me by my blood so that I am always full, the devil that wraps himself around my backbone, so tightly that when I cough he breathes when I choke he heaves 'with pleasure, sadness always weaves' and when I spoke, my voice fell my teeth followed clattering to the ground.

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All that is me and you and I, and us, is semblance to an amarena sky, dripping dusk sticking sickly syntax 'I' stuck wryly wires shy around pink hairs of little girls that I chomp on slowly with peony lips, as the frills of your fingers feather my 'heart' thud tantalising tufts fall from my mouth thud thrice 'you' pick prickling petals out of my eyes and smile knowingly, knowing.

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC

Peony Lips

All that is me and you and I, and us, is semblance to an amarena sky, dripping dusk sticking sickly syntax 'I' stuck wryly wires shy around pink hairs of little girls that I chomp on slowly with peony lips, as the frills of your fingers feather my 'heart' thud tantalising tufts fall from my mouth thud thrice 'you' pick prickling petals out of my eyes and smile knowingly, knowing.

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Just between us, shadows, you whisper sounds of regret, the same way my tongue marinates in vowels, and 'my sorry' lies as heavy and hollow in my Chevy trunk among the thousands that I have kept.

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC

Shadows

Just between us, shadows, you whisper sounds of regret, the same way my tongue marinates in vowels, and 'my sorry' lies as heavy and hollow in my Chevy trunk among the thousands that I have kept.

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