ashley-browne - Hello Poetry

Ain't nothing humerus about it.

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Dec 5, 2014

Dec 5, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC

My skin dries out in winter My nail-beds crack and bleed So I reach for the lotion that My fingers really need But if lotion soothed each part of me That was no longer whole I'd squeeze it all out in my hands And rub it on my soul

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC

Lotion

My skin dries out in winter My nail-beds crack and bleed So I reach for the lotion that My fingers really need But if lotion soothed each part of me That was no longer whole I'd squeeze it all out in my hands And rub it on my soul

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dad left for his second tour of duty on my third birthday mom kept a jar full of jelly beans on the living room coffee table every night she gave me one to eat, saying "when these jelly beans are all eaten up, dad will come back home" sometimes i would sneak another, to help dad come home sooner one night the phone rang and i watched mom wipe away a tear as she filled the jar back up

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC

jelly beans

dad left for his second tour of duty on my third birthday mom kept a jar full of jelly beans on the living room coffee table every night she gave me one to eat, saying "when these jelly beans are all eaten up, dad will come back home" sometimes i would sneak another, to help dad come home sooner one night the phone rang and i watched mom wipe away a tear as she filled the jar back up

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friends exchange knowing looks and nods i wish i could hide shrivel up disappear doesn't matter anyway... i'm invisible

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC

"Pair up!"

friends exchange knowing looks and nods i wish i could hide shrivel up disappear doesn't matter anyway... i'm invisible

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Ominous clouds roll in. I hear the crack of thunder. "Not to worry," the youngest pipes up. "We’ve always made it home, before." Yes, but… For as long as I can remember, We've only ever had Blue skies! Sunshine! What a streak! Such luck! Now, I'm not so sure. How can you be expected To make it through the storm When you’ve never Sailed a windy day?

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC

Such Luck...

Ominous clouds roll in. I hear the crack of thunder. "Not to worry," the youngest pipes up. "We’ve always made it home, before." Yes, but… For as long as I can remember, We've only ever had Blue skies! Sunshine! What a streak! Such luck! Now, I'm not so sure. How can you be expected To make it through the storm When you’ve never Sailed a windy day?

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night fell too quickly today it won't be long... the last leaf will surrender as the first snowflake spirals in

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC

shorter days

night fell too quickly today it won't be long... the last leaf will surrender as the first snowflake spirals in

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I need to get this off my chest… It’s making me cough.

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC

Troubled Lungs

I need to get this off my chest… It’s making me cough.

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I'm a tiny blade of grass In a meadow, all alone Nobody comes to visit me Nobody calls my phone Oh, if I could make a friend This tiny blade of grass would cheer! Hey, this must be my lucky day 'Cause look: Here comes a deer!

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC

Tiny Blade of Grass

I'm a tiny blade of grass In a meadow, all alone Nobody comes to visit me Nobody calls my phone Oh, if I could make a friend This tiny blade of grass would cheer! Hey, this must be my lucky day 'Cause look: Here comes a deer!

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lamplight bathes the empty street and the constant tick-tick-ticking of my bicycle's chain soothingly fills the silence

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC

Untitled

lamplight bathes the empty street and the constant tick-tick-ticking of my bicycle's chain soothingly fills the silence

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I sit on a bench by the water, alone. Old couples silently stroll by, young men run on with their collies and yellow labs, and children race down the fine gravel path. Even the ducks that come to say hello do not linger. They bob away and don’t look back. I walk to the edge of the water and crouch down, looking for a skipping rock. I wonder… Have all the best ones already been skipped? I throw a few; they don’t jump more than twice. I head back to the bench and watch a family of four stopped by the boulders bordering the shore. Dad snaps a picture of his wife and near-grown kids. “Would you like a photo with the four of you?” I offer. Dad grins. “We haven’t had one of those in years!” I smile and take the photograph. They thank me and carry on their way down the fine gravel path.

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC

Afternoon at the Park

I sit on a bench by the water, alone. Old couples silently stroll by, young men run on with their collies and yellow labs, and children race down the fine gravel path. Even the ducks that come to say hello do not linger. They bob away and don’t look back. I walk to the edge of the water and crouch down, looking for a skipping rock. I wonder… Have all the best ones already been skipped? I throw a few; they don’t jump more than twice. I head back to the bench and watch a family of four stopped by the boulders bordering the shore. Dad snaps a picture of his wife and near-grown kids. “Would you like a photo with the four of you?” I offer. Dad grins. “We haven’t had one of those in years!” I smile and take the photograph. They thank me and carry on their way down the fine gravel path.

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