ana-rebeca-castillo - Hello Poetry

Goodbyes are near. As the wind chimes through that corner Snapshots slide through my eyes, And all I can see is you. That you that comes in many form and colors That you who held my hand, You who cried my tears. It was you who held me up When I wrapped myself in sheets. Those sheets of despair, denial and hopelessness, Disappointment at myself and the circumstances. How it all turned out. But you were there, and you, and you, and you. Reaching out to me in ways I never expected. A flow of gratitude fled through me, As I felt loved like never before. True love. Which is to see us, the broken ones, Covered in mud on the floor, Others would've chosen to shove me deeper, You chose to rescue me.

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Jun 19, 2013

Jun 19, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC

ana-rebeca-castillo

Gratitude

Goodbyes are near. As the wind chimes through that corner Snapshots slide through my eyes, And all I can see is you. That you that comes in many form and colors That you who held my hand, You who cried my tears. It was you who held me up When I wrapped myself in sheets. Those sheets of despair, denial and hopelessness, Disappointment at myself and the circumstances. How it all turned out. But you were there, and you, and you, and you. Reaching out to me in ways I never expected. A flow of gratitude fled through me, As I felt loved like never before. True love. Which is to see us, the broken ones, Covered in mud on the floor, Others would've chosen to shove me deeper, You chose to rescue me.

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Distractions swift us into Lands of unimaginable self-absorption. where faceless people Sit, Walk, Talk, Live, Beside us But we don't care. We're too afraid To care about Serendipity, About the odds. Throw it(fear) down The deepness Of the ocean. Where it will wash Itself into Community.

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Feb 15, 2013

Feb 15, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC

ana-rebeca-castillo

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Distractions swift us into Lands of unimaginable self-absorption. where faceless people Sit, Walk, Talk, Live, Beside us But we don't care. We're too afraid To care about Serendipity, About the odds. Throw it(fear) down The deepness Of the ocean. Where it will wash Itself into Community.

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And I was dead. Dead asleep. Trying to fight my demons, In lands you only meet in dreams. My pillow smelled of fear, And my skin smells like you. This perfume is the only remain You left as evidence of the ****** We Both Committed.

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Feb 15, 2013

Feb 15, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC

ana-rebeca-castillo

Commit

And I was dead. Dead asleep. Trying to fight my demons, In lands you only meet in dreams. My pillow smelled of fear, And my skin smells like you. This perfume is the only remain You left as evidence of the ****** We Both Committed.

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