ar-abd-el-barr - Hello Poetry

A poem to you I started to write with a blue pen that dried out But I had much more to say. With yellow sweat and tears I kept at it Until I saw it was the outpouring I loved. So with blood I continued Drip drip Drip Every red ounce of me on a page. By the time you read it None of me Was left And you held a white sheet in your hands

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Jun 14, 2017

Jun 14, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC

ar-abd-el-barr

signed, sealed, buried

A poem to you I started to write with a blue pen that dried out But I had much more to say. With yellow sweat and tears I kept at it Until I saw it was the outpouring I loved. So with blood I continued Drip drip Drip Every red ounce of me on a page. By the time you read it None of me Was left And you held a white sheet in your hands

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There is turmoil deep in my soul. Water and soil turned to sludge. Tossing and turning admixed the elements. Firing then burning turned clay to artifacts. What was known I know no more. What has shown. I didn't see before. To break the shell of clay I'll let the crack spread. That's where the light ray Enters and mends. The sadness a sign That the gates are open. Drawing a straight line, outside to the deepest core. To primal love perhaps, a return. Feeling heaven above and below, the ground. Through future and past Cutting across time. To the Everlast, returning to the First.

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Jun 14, 2017

Jun 14, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC

ar-abd-el-barr

Clay

There is turmoil deep in my soul. Water and soil turned to sludge. Tossing and turning admixed the elements. Firing then burning turned clay to artifacts. What was known I know no more. What has shown. I didn't see before. To break the shell of clay I'll let the crack spread. That's where the light ray Enters and mends. The sadness a sign That the gates are open. Drawing a straight line, outside to the deepest core. To primal love perhaps, a return. Feeling heaven above and below, the ground. Through future and past Cutting across time. To the Everlast, returning to the First.

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I will love you with a broken heart I will see you through broken glass I would hold you with wounded hands I would kiss you with burned lips. But move with you through broken homes? Support you despite feeling alone? Cherish you despite feeling rejected? Be present despite being neglected? I asked my heart first, but found no answer You ask much of me, but you are much better. You tell me be patient, it will manifest But I have no doubt that what manifests is best How would you fix the groans of a broken record? How would you bear the moans of a broken soul? How do you keep telling yourself a lie? How to keep living after your dreams die?

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC

ar-abd-el-barr

Pretty Dark Inside

I will love you with a broken heart I will see you through broken glass I would hold you with wounded hands I would kiss you with burned lips. But move with you through broken homes? Support you despite feeling alone? Cherish you despite feeling rejected? Be present despite being neglected? I asked my heart first, but found no answer You ask much of me, but you are much better. You tell me be patient, it will manifest But I have no doubt that what manifests is best How would you fix the groans of a broken record? How would you bear the moans of a broken soul? How do you keep telling yourself a lie? How to keep living after your dreams die?

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