charlotte-emma-lewis - Hello Poetry

In the corner of a curved ally sat a man with weathered hands and a guarded frame. Beside him, a black dog rose as I neared, echoing the man’s hungry smile Orange obdurate eyes tracked me footstep by footstep. My pulse quickened and my feet surged me forward Eyes front, I did not stop to look back Not because I believed all dogs to be inherently vicious But because I knew that dogs -like men- could be made into monsters. . ~ . When I ask myself if it’s worth it to slow and take the chance The answer is always no.

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC

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In the corner of a curved ally sat a man with weathered hands and a guarded frame. Beside him, a black dog rose as I neared, echoing the man’s hungry smile Orange obdurate eyes tracked me footstep by footstep. My pulse quickened and my feet surged me forward Eyes front, I did not stop to look back Not because I believed all dogs to be inherently vicious But because I knew that dogs -like men- could be made into monsters. . ~ . When I ask myself if it’s worth it to slow and take the chance The answer is always no.

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She and I were like stripped broken wires When you twisted us together We shot sparks from raw ends ~.~ I'm sorry you were always the one to get burned

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC

Wires

She and I were like stripped broken wires When you twisted us together We shot sparks from raw ends ~.~ I'm sorry you were always the one to get burned

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do not misunderstand I am not trying to claim the cliche That time heals all wounds Because it doesn't It only puts out the fire So that you can learn to heal them yourself.

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC

Time

do not misunderstand I am not trying to claim the cliche That time heals all wounds Because it doesn't It only puts out the fire So that you can learn to heal them yourself.

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26 hours ago My friend told me she was waiting “Life” she said “Never seems to calm down, And I’m waiting, just waiting, for it to just even out” I looked at her and I stopped It was like those words had opened something in me And some wild wisdom poured into my brain Something I had never before understood “Honey” I said “Life is never going to even out, Life is a series of ups and downs And you and I just have to get better at riding the waves"

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC

26 hours

26 hours ago My friend told me she was waiting “Life” she said “Never seems to calm down, And I’m waiting, just waiting, for it to just even out” I looked at her and I stopped It was like those words had opened something in me And some wild wisdom poured into my brain Something I had never before understood “Honey” I said “Life is never going to even out, Life is a series of ups and downs And you and I just have to get better at riding the waves"

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My healing began Six months into my recovery When I tattooed a monarch on my arm And tried to ignore the irony That what I had chosen to protect myself Was something so laughably fragile But what people don't understand Is that monarchs are migrational They may only live six months But they travel over 3,000 miles All the way from Canada to Mexico And back again They see more in those six months of life Then most humans do in a lifetime They live So maybe my butterfly Wasn't about protection at all Maybe it was just my decision to live.

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC

Monarchs

My healing began Six months into my recovery When I tattooed a monarch on my arm And tried to ignore the irony That what I had chosen to protect myself Was something so laughably fragile But what people don't understand Is that monarchs are migrational They may only live six months But they travel over 3,000 miles All the way from Canada to Mexico And back again They see more in those six months of life Then most humans do in a lifetime They live So maybe my butterfly Wasn't about protection at all Maybe it was just my decision to live.

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I curl up in March 21st Like a renegade lost at sea finally reaching the shore Some days it had felt Like the waves would never stop Like they would always be Crashing over me Again and again Until I ceased to get back up Others were calm Numbly floating in the currents Letting the ocean take me Too tired to fight And every day I thought about it And every day I think about it

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC

March 21st

I curl up in March 21st Like a renegade lost at sea finally reaching the shore Some days it had felt Like the waves would never stop Like they would always be Crashing over me Again and again Until I ceased to get back up Others were calm Numbly floating in the currents Letting the ocean take me Too tired to fight And every day I thought about it And every day I think about it

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I have become one with the Sea the waves my brothers, my sisters and the Moon my guiding light She puts air into our lungs and we breathe together in and out creating tides, creating life

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC

Gravity

I have become one with the Sea the waves my brothers, my sisters and the Moon my guiding light She puts air into our lungs and we breathe together in and out creating tides, creating life

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But I am made of circles And you are made of squares And maybe we were never meant to fit together

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC

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But I am made of circles And you are made of squares And maybe we were never meant to fit together

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My stomach, my heart, my mind are all lost in a sea of maybes, of what ifs And the possibilities swirl around me as butterflies erupt from my ribcage and flowers take their place. Everything needs roots to grow but you are not roots barely even a seed yet there you are, my barely seed settling somewhere in the earth of my soul keeping me lost in this sea dancing with chances flirting with unformed ideas. There is something in me that urges me to shore yet here I stay swimming holding on to something some way, some why holding onto the thought that I think you might be my maybe

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC

My Maybe

My stomach, my heart, my mind are all lost in a sea of maybes, of what ifs And the possibilities swirl around me as butterflies erupt from my ribcage and flowers take their place. Everything needs roots to grow but you are not roots barely even a seed yet there you are, my barely seed settling somewhere in the earth of my soul keeping me lost in this sea dancing with chances flirting with unformed ideas. There is something in me that urges me to shore yet here I stay swimming holding on to something some way, some why holding onto the thought that I think you might be my maybe

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Perhaps the sun-kissed wanderings of an Old Fool will reach us the way the Summer Wind does Touching our souls and stealing away the Lovers kiss which while playful and passionate holds no grounds in reality but is born and settled in those fleeting emotions made giddy by sunlight and time off His travels ramble the way their love does there is no purpose, no destination only the right now and perhaps these Young Summer Lovers This Timeless Old Fool are meant to teach us something about the right now about life and moments and destinations before we are all wrapped up and swept away by the Summer Wind

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC

Summer Wind

Perhaps the sun-kissed wanderings of an Old Fool will reach us the way the Summer Wind does Touching our souls and stealing away the Lovers kiss which while playful and passionate holds no grounds in reality but is born and settled in those fleeting emotions made giddy by sunlight and time off His travels ramble the way their love does there is no purpose, no destination only the right now and perhaps these Young Summer Lovers This Timeless Old Fool are meant to teach us something about the right now about life and moments and destinations before we are all wrapped up and swept away by the Summer Wind

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