brittanychalmers - Hello Poetry

wash me clean let me be free all the debts i owe you thinkers, powers, men gone for years gone in silence gone. I'm still here and, **** it's loud. it's hot and it's foul the air is wet and it sticks the fog rolls in relentlessly when i look out i do not strain to see crimes against humanity clad in rosy words reminiscent of ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.

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Jun 6, 2024

Jun 6, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC

ghosts

wash me clean let me be free all the debts i owe you thinkers, powers, men gone for years gone in silence gone. I'm still here and, **** it's loud. it's hot and it's foul the air is wet and it sticks the fog rolls in relentlessly when i look out i do not strain to see crimes against humanity clad in rosy words reminiscent of ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.

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helicopter heart strikes me and tells me to look! are you not afraid?

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Jun 6, 2024

Jun 6, 2024 at 7:11 PM UTC

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helicopter heart strikes me and tells me to look! are you not afraid?

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here we are, honey we’re in westfield again where the wind mercilessly fills us with bark, with salt. here, the ice stabs and bruises my digging fingers unearthing the lake’s collection of trinkets. she’s waited since last february, pleading that i come find them. they’re aching to be seen. she’d forgotten this one, this teeny terracotta offered up who knows when. my indigo cutie, one of her favorites. she’s been searching fiercely. i throw that one back to her for safekeeping. i’m coming back inside to you, baby wait for me keep warm i want to feel it i know you know it, too we’ve loved here before.

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Apr 10, 2024

Apr 10, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC

westfield

here we are, honey we’re in westfield again where the wind mercilessly fills us with bark, with salt. here, the ice stabs and bruises my digging fingers unearthing the lake’s collection of trinkets. she’s waited since last february, pleading that i come find them. they’re aching to be seen. she’d forgotten this one, this teeny terracotta offered up who knows when. my indigo cutie, one of her favorites. she’s been searching fiercely. i throw that one back to her for safekeeping. i’m coming back inside to you, baby wait for me keep warm i want to feel it i know you know it, too we’ve loved here before.

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please never stop raining. stay over me, be around me as I ache for water, sweet water, in cool droplets on my cracked skin then, my sandpaper veins. my eyes are upturned and my lips parted for you. please never stop raining.

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Feb 28, 2024

Feb 28, 2024 at 6:51 PM UTC

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please never stop raining. stay over me, be around me as I ache for water, sweet water, in cool droplets on my cracked skin then, my sandpaper veins. my eyes are upturned and my lips parted for you. please never stop raining.

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the sky is gray the clouds are blinding until a soft crack! of pink lightning shows me, rosily, the plane passing overhead. in my mind there’s a woman onboard, wet-lipped and radiant, savoring a medium-sweet wine, flying through the storm. she’ll be somewhere in a ballroom tonight. she is there, I am here. I am home. she passes over me deep blue sky overtakes gray and we are elated in streams of our own

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Nov 2, 2022

Nov 2, 2022 at 3:40 PM UTC

somewhere tonight

the sky is gray the clouds are blinding until a soft crack! of pink lightning shows me, rosily, the plane passing overhead. in my mind there’s a woman onboard, wet-lipped and radiant, savoring a medium-sweet wine, flying through the storm. she’ll be somewhere in a ballroom tonight. she is there, I am here. I am home. she passes over me deep blue sky overtakes gray and we are elated in streams of our own

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the stubborn string of pearls perched on my windowsill browns and shrivels, then drinks to drowning, but never does it quite give up. i have to stay, for it will surely be waiting for me tomorrow.

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Jun 9, 2021

Jun 9, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC

6.9.21

the stubborn string of pearls perched on my windowsill browns and shrivels, then drinks to drowning, but never does it quite give up. i have to stay, for it will surely be waiting for me tomorrow.

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once more around the sun, though i'd hardly know it. my houseplants are leafier, my waist has swelled, & i still cry at the sky. still me, then.

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Mar 31, 2021

Mar 31, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC

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once more around the sun, though i'd hardly know it. my houseplants are leafier, my waist has swelled, & i still cry at the sky. still me, then.

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maybe i love you. maybe i want to know you. i'm stumbling toward my center, my inner child. i wonder if she wondered how i'd be at 21 the way i wonder about you. tell me now, do you still cry to the same songs? do you pause to breathe? do you let the sunlight in? do you remember me?

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Mar 14, 2021

Mar 14, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC

to my future self

maybe i love you. maybe i want to know you. i'm stumbling toward my center, my inner child. i wonder if she wondered how i'd be at 21 the way i wonder about you. tell me now, do you still cry to the same songs? do you pause to breathe? do you let the sunlight in? do you remember me?

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the first time i saw you drive was in york the christmas before last. i forgot my sunglasses & squinted at the little circles your thumb painted on my wrist with your free hand. you apologized for the cheap date: tacos and a matinee, for the stale-smelling red roof room, for your family home. there was no need. i still miss this little weekend of ours, when we were raw, before you knew me too well.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC

york

the first time i saw you drive was in york the christmas before last. i forgot my sunglasses & squinted at the little circles your thumb painted on my wrist with your free hand. you apologized for the cheap date: tacos and a matinee, for the stale-smelling red roof room, for your family home. there was no need. i still miss this little weekend of ours, when we were raw, before you knew me too well.

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the look that takes you when i have drained you dry, again, materializes images of anyone but me. how stunning.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC

the look

the look that takes you when i have drained you dry, again, materializes images of anyone but me. how stunning.

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