br0couplets - Hello Poetry

when the sun turned purple our secrets fell out of our lips by 7, our bedsheets became forts my fears came like rain, dissolving into your fingertips at 8, the bluejays sang outside your kitchen window “are they mocking miles davis?” speak like velvet “if you listen hard enough.” feelings of linen by 10, we are alone you speak of heaven while i watch heaven speaking to me it was a sunday when you asked me to live outside the city “the only thing that would exist would be me, you, and time.” those words convinced me “do you think time becomes slower out there?” “out there, time can stand still. you just need to stop for a second, and look.” when 12 arrives, the trees become louder autumn winds crackle window panes shutter “do you think wind would be scarier if we could see it?” “it would only make it easier to hide from.” i say “i hope the bluejays are okay.” at 2, we see the moon spilt upon a September sky, waning your father died when it was full “remember that poster that used to hang in your school wall? Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. i hope he landed on a star.” the clouds flood above our heads at 3, we are between bedsheets the moon curtained by cloves of gray “we should have let the bluejays in.” when it turned 4, we conspire shadows of animals on our wall rabbits dogs and wolves danced amongst framed stills “what if we’re just shadows of God’s hands?” i ask “if i’m a shadow, then you’re the light.” we count thunderclaps until we forget what time it is until it stops they become echoes clouds break apart we stay close you walk out to the porch “poor thing” “it’s like a piece of the sky fell out.” its wings lay at attention “do you think we could have saved it?” “we can’t destroy ourselves for the things we could have saved.” “we could have let him in.” “yeah, we could have.” at 6, the sky turned orange the clouds pallet mixtures of purple and violet i like to think there was no space for blue in the sky for the bluejay i search for any trace of cerulean or aqua the only blue i could find was lifeless on the ground “what do you think happened?” “maybe it was trying to shoot for the moon.” you ask if there was a way we could bury it in the sky it’s unfair to bury something so brightly blue in the dirt we spend the rest of the sunset searching above us for blue we watched orange dissolve into the violent violet night sky we stay outside looking at the stars perhaps the rest of the bluejays managed to make it to the moon some may have landed on the stars i want to believe that this still-blue on the ground is just a shadow i have never felt more shaded we were all shadows shadows of something much bigger.

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC

the skies turn orange at 6

when the sun turned purple our secrets fell out of our lips by 7, our bedsheets became forts my fears came like rain, dissolving into your fingertips at 8, the bluejays sang outside your kitchen window “are they mocking miles davis?” speak like velvet “if you listen hard enough.” feelings of linen by 10, we are alone you speak of heaven while i watch heaven speaking to me it was a sunday when you asked me to live outside the city “the only thing that would exist would be me, you, and time.” those words convinced me “do you think time becomes slower out there?” “out there, time can stand still. you just need to stop for a second, and look.” when 12 arrives, the trees become louder autumn winds crackle window panes shutter “do you think wind would be scarier if we could see it?” “it would only make it easier to hide from.” i say “i hope the bluejays are okay.” at 2, we see the moon spilt upon a September sky, waning your father died when it was full “remember that poster that used to hang in your school wall? Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. i hope he landed on a star.” the clouds flood above our heads at 3, we are between bedsheets the moon curtained by cloves of gray “we should have let the bluejays in.” when it turned 4, we conspire shadows of animals on our wall rabbits dogs and wolves danced amongst framed stills “what if we’re just shadows of God’s hands?” i ask “if i’m a shadow, then you’re the light.” we count thunderclaps until we forget what time it is until it stops they become echoes clouds break apart we stay close you walk out to the porch “poor thing” “it’s like a piece of the sky fell out.” its wings lay at attention “do you think we could have saved it?” “we can’t destroy ourselves for the things we could have saved.” “we could have let him in.” “yeah, we could have.” at 6, the sky turned orange the clouds pallet mixtures of purple and violet i like to think there was no space for blue in the sky for the bluejay i search for any trace of cerulean or aqua the only blue i could find was lifeless on the ground “what do you think happened?” “maybe it was trying to shoot for the moon.” you ask if there was a way we could bury it in the sky it’s unfair to bury something so brightly blue in the dirt we spend the rest of the sunset searching above us for blue we watched orange dissolve into the violent violet night sky we stay outside looking at the stars perhaps the rest of the bluejays managed to make it to the moon some may have landed on the stars i want to believe that this still-blue on the ground is just a shadow i have never felt more shaded we were all shadows shadows of something much bigger.

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For the longest time I did everything by myself. Only dividing myself by one. Before us, I would hear only but the rustling of leaves against my heel. I never thought of the word “Hello” as a lightning rod before, waiting for a spark. Without you, I only saw the gaps between my hands as just empty spaces. I believe we were always waiting to be added. X’s looking to be found. One thing leading to another. When I was just one, enough was always just enough. I never saw the sky as something the sun swallowed. I never saw dead-ends as a place to find each other. But a gathering for the lost. When we collided We were everything at once. Multiplying what we both had. We would step upon the autumn leaves and bring about igniting cannon ***** brushing against our soles. We were a sun shower Clear enough to see but ravenous amongst the painted orange clouds. I never knew my hands could be filled with your shampooed hair against the thicket of my palms After our showers we heard waterfalls Before it was just water against my skin falling into place Before our silence I heard our hearts beating. During everything I learned nothing. Along the way, I was complete.

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC

After Our Showers We Heard Waterfalls

For the longest time I did everything by myself. Only dividing myself by one. Before us, I would hear only but the rustling of leaves against my heel. I never thought of the word “Hello” as a lightning rod before, waiting for a spark. Without you, I only saw the gaps between my hands as just empty spaces. I believe we were always waiting to be added. X’s looking to be found. One thing leading to another. When I was just one, enough was always just enough. I never saw the sky as something the sun swallowed. I never saw dead-ends as a place to find each other. But a gathering for the lost. When we collided We were everything at once. Multiplying what we both had. We would step upon the autumn leaves and bring about igniting cannon ***** brushing against our soles. We were a sun shower Clear enough to see but ravenous amongst the painted orange clouds. I never knew my hands could be filled with your shampooed hair against the thicket of my palms After our showers we heard waterfalls Before it was just water against my skin falling into place Before our silence I heard our hearts beating. During everything I learned nothing. Along the way, I was complete.

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196 lb average male weight ego not included 156 lb average female weight although one spoken sentence hits like a ton of bricks 20 lb unsaid words, searing, left in your throat 10 lb “It won’t happen again” guns for vocal chords 40 lb a dead car battery 25 lb for every bullet he left inside her spirit a scale says 167 pounds body mass measured heavy heart unaccounted 19.30 g roughly the weight of a wedding ring she’s seen three removed from three different fingers 1.5 g enough for six rotations enough to feel zero 1.5 oz enough for a shot take six to feel a hundred 10 million tons the weight of a star 10 million tons the thought of her we are loaded dense filled made-to-break paper-made carbon-bounded heart-strung fire-resistant the weight we carry is not the numbers on the scale we are much more than the pounds we gain the aches that we hold the tears that did not fall living with a hallowed heart does not make it any less heavier these light words were not meant for these paper limbs gravity could care less we are pressured felt squeezed until broken forevermore built strong lasts shortly bulldozed by just one fallowed swoop we are demolished you could build your vessel as ravenous and as merciless as you can only to be held down by the world we are defied measured counted hated loved we are

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC

Weightless

196 lb average male weight ego not included 156 lb average female weight although one spoken sentence hits like a ton of bricks 20 lb unsaid words, searing, left in your throat 10 lb “It won’t happen again” guns for vocal chords 40 lb a dead car battery 25 lb for every bullet he left inside her spirit a scale says 167 pounds body mass measured heavy heart unaccounted 19.30 g roughly the weight of a wedding ring she’s seen three removed from three different fingers 1.5 g enough for six rotations enough to feel zero 1.5 oz enough for a shot take six to feel a hundred 10 million tons the weight of a star 10 million tons the thought of her we are loaded dense filled made-to-break paper-made carbon-bounded heart-strung fire-resistant the weight we carry is not the numbers on the scale we are much more than the pounds we gain the aches that we hold the tears that did not fall living with a hallowed heart does not make it any less heavier these light words were not meant for these paper limbs gravity could care less we are pressured felt squeezed until broken forevermore built strong lasts shortly bulldozed by just one fallowed swoop we are demolished you could build your vessel as ravenous and as merciless as you can only to be held down by the world we are defied measured counted hated loved we are

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I was once a boy who believed in words dipped in magic Carefully coated with sugar From a distance, they shimmered whispered fog in its wake surgically dipped into your heart at hummingbird speed these sweet tender words were easy to swallow however leaves a burning hole in your chest once it finds shelter in your body. Even though your lips produced sweet words I could never get the sour taste out of my mouth The most you could have done was give me something to wash it down with: the leftover tears in Samantha Thompson’s eyes above Wedgefield’s polluted night sky somewhere in the middle of an empty field inside his pickup truck between the words I’m and Sorry the cleanest and most deceitful of them all I doubted every word. I never cared much for the empty spaces between the lines of college-ruled paper They are only meant to be filled with even emptier phrases If I could, I wouldn’t fill in any spaces in the time we were together It would only make our story much more incredulous Adding more would make us less real. Two hearts in love need no words but in reality, you did most of the talking The ***** blanket of faith is a cocoon of words shared only between you and him. We, however, were alien to this Earth We dissolved amongst the shadows of light produced from lampposts, only to be thrown back into the light whether or not you wanted to show me who you really were You always fancied yourself in artificial lighting compared to natural lighting Fearing the natural light would show the colors you only kept to yourself. Lovebug ran to each light as quickly as he could for these lampposts can only cover so much of the unknown We’ll be together forever He ran to each one until he was alone Until he couldn’t find himself Each shadow that was passed before can be seen, traced however his new reflection is indiscernible You can try your hardest to look into dry puddles only to find something that is not so concrete. The only words worth believing in are the ones that are burnt slowly afterward Entre deux coeurs qui s’aiment, nul besoin de paroles. But no matter how much the lampposts grow taller, or how the spaces between ruled-paper continue to dance, the word love will always be the easiest word to swallow but the hardest to digest once it rots in the thick of your stomach.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC

Two Hearts In love Need No Words

I was once a boy who believed in words dipped in magic Carefully coated with sugar From a distance, they shimmered whispered fog in its wake surgically dipped into your heart at hummingbird speed these sweet tender words were easy to swallow however leaves a burning hole in your chest once it finds shelter in your body. Even though your lips produced sweet words I could never get the sour taste out of my mouth The most you could have done was give me something to wash it down with: the leftover tears in Samantha Thompson’s eyes above Wedgefield’s polluted night sky somewhere in the middle of an empty field inside his pickup truck between the words I’m and Sorry the cleanest and most deceitful of them all I doubted every word. I never cared much for the empty spaces between the lines of college-ruled paper They are only meant to be filled with even emptier phrases If I could, I wouldn’t fill in any spaces in the time we were together It would only make our story much more incredulous Adding more would make us less real. Two hearts in love need no words but in reality, you did most of the talking The ***** blanket of faith is a cocoon of words shared only between you and him. We, however, were alien to this Earth We dissolved amongst the shadows of light produced from lampposts, only to be thrown back into the light whether or not you wanted to show me who you really were You always fancied yourself in artificial lighting compared to natural lighting Fearing the natural light would show the colors you only kept to yourself. Lovebug ran to each light as quickly as he could for these lampposts can only cover so much of the unknown We’ll be together forever He ran to each one until he was alone Until he couldn’t find himself Each shadow that was passed before can be seen, traced however his new reflection is indiscernible You can try your hardest to look into dry puddles only to find something that is not so concrete. The only words worth believing in are the ones that are burnt slowly afterward Entre deux coeurs qui s’aiment, nul besoin de paroles. But no matter how much the lampposts grow taller, or how the spaces between ruled-paper continue to dance, the word love will always be the easiest word to swallow but the hardest to digest once it rots in the thick of your stomach.

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The heart pumps beats, fast and slow opens, to the wrong people closes, to the people who open their hearts to you The heart is flexible, bends shrinks hardens softens however, breaks the easiest it is fragile, flammable, soluble, and ferocious a heart is loud blinding, deafening, screeching noise it reverberates to support however falls with just one fallowed swoop one sentence one blink one touch a heartbeat is an echo a prayer a mother’s wish a signal to every corner of your veins a heart travels to all, but only reaches to a few it engages with no remorse no regret if only we could stop listening to it life would be easier to live but to live without a heart, is to die with a heavy soul your heart is a lighthouse a pulsating light flickering off in the distance thrown against the fog billowing in the unknown its visible seen even when you think otherwise it’s within grasp for anyone who wants it it matters it’s yours

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC

The heart

The heart pumps beats, fast and slow opens, to the wrong people closes, to the people who open their hearts to you The heart is flexible, bends shrinks hardens softens however, breaks the easiest it is fragile, flammable, soluble, and ferocious a heart is loud blinding, deafening, screeching noise it reverberates to support however falls with just one fallowed swoop one sentence one blink one touch a heartbeat is an echo a prayer a mother’s wish a signal to every corner of your veins a heart travels to all, but only reaches to a few it engages with no remorse no regret if only we could stop listening to it life would be easier to live but to live without a heart, is to die with a heavy soul your heart is a lighthouse a pulsating light flickering off in the distance thrown against the fog billowing in the unknown its visible seen even when you think otherwise it’s within grasp for anyone who wants it it matters it’s yours

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