egm - Hello Poetry

Of all our modern sorrows Few compare to the sadness of happening upon a space Once beautiful in its solitude Now sullied by man and his ever-spreading civilization

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC

Thoughts While Sitting on a Bench Overlooking a Great Lake/06-16-20

Of all our modern sorrows Few compare to the sadness of happening upon a space Once beautiful in its solitude Now sullied by man and his ever-spreading civilization

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Meet me where the sidewalk ends and the highway begins Somewhere between the endless showers of spring and the changing shades of autumn A place I once knew like the back of my hand resting under yours Where we could have sat in silence for all of eternity If time had slowed down or stood still But seasons shifted Tonight Wrapped in the dying light of the setting sun, I close my eyes And fall off the face of the earth and back Into your arms

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Jul 22, 2017

Jul 22, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC

Smothered

Meet me where the sidewalk ends and the highway begins Somewhere between the endless showers of spring and the changing shades of autumn A place I once knew like the back of my hand resting under yours Where we could have sat in silence for all of eternity If time had slowed down or stood still But seasons shifted Tonight Wrapped in the dying light of the setting sun, I close my eyes And fall off the face of the earth and back Into your arms

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The cars crawl by, their headlights projecting shadows that slip across the ceiling. I lie motionless below, following them with tired eyes until they fade. A house filled now with sleeping souls, I savor the silence. I think of you in your empty house and your unmade bed and the space you left in mine. You'll never know how often you occupy my mind.

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC

Trying to Sleep and the Songs I Listen to on Repeat

The cars crawl by, their headlights projecting shadows that slip across the ceiling. I lie motionless below, following them with tired eyes until they fade. A house filled now with sleeping souls, I savor the silence. I think of you in your empty house and your unmade bed and the space you left in mine. You'll never know how often you occupy my mind.

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Cold-cracked skin and brittle bones A long walk alone, followed only by shadow Snow snakes across pavement, piles up Weight is shifted, feet carefully lifted The sky now violet with the dying of twilight

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC

Streetlights and Their Silhouettes

Cold-cracked skin and brittle bones A long walk alone, followed only by shadow Snow snakes across pavement, piles up Weight is shifted, feet carefully lifted The sky now violet with the dying of twilight

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Failed attempts and familiar faces I only ever come back as myself I've been left out in the rain, left for dead I've been wearing out my skin instead of in I've been sleeping on concrete and an empty stomach I mostly sleep alone now

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Jan 6, 2017

Jan 6, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC

Living/Living Without

Failed attempts and familiar faces I only ever come back as myself I've been left out in the rain, left for dead I've been wearing out my skin instead of in I've been sleeping on concrete and an empty stomach I mostly sleep alone now

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The night sky is scarred with tattered strands of clouds Eternal darkness interrupted only by muted moonlight The wind whispers of winter, an inevitable return To the beginning, the end

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Nov 16, 2016

Nov 16, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC

Reflections in/on Windows

The night sky is scarred with tattered strands of clouds Eternal darkness interrupted only by muted moonlight The wind whispers of winter, an inevitable return To the beginning, the end

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The way the late afternoon light bleeds into the room through the window spilling onto the furniture, the thread-bare floor The shadows of passers by slip in the space between the door and the ground their movement swift, silent The heaviness of limbs and emptiness of head in sickness and in lack of sleep the shifting of weight, season

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC

Sitting, Waiting, Searching

The way the late afternoon light bleeds into the room through the window spilling onto the furniture, the thread-bare floor The shadows of passers by slip in the space between the door and the ground their movement swift, silent The heaviness of limbs and emptiness of head in sickness and in lack of sleep the shifting of weight, season

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All that's between us right now is a flight of stairs and Some words we've been meaning to say, but have been Putting off and saving for a day that might never come I could run away or Run into your arms or I could just stay under the covers where I'm safe and warm and alone You've stuck with me a couple years now, but I've been stuck with myself much longer I've tried my luck and I've tried to leave, but I've never tried hard enough I haven't found a place for myself yet because they're all taken And you haven't asked, but if you're wondering I'm doing well out here, but I'd be better off somewhere else

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

Never Enough, Always Too Much

All that's between us right now is a flight of stairs and Some words we've been meaning to say, but have been Putting off and saving for a day that might never come I could run away or Run into your arms or I could just stay under the covers where I'm safe and warm and alone You've stuck with me a couple years now, but I've been stuck with myself much longer I've tried my luck and I've tried to leave, but I've never tried hard enough I haven't found a place for myself yet because they're all taken And you haven't asked, but if you're wondering I'm doing well out here, but I'd be better off somewhere else

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Summer was spent chasing sunsets. We held on tightly to the last light of day as it slipped between the cracks in our fingers. We traveled anywhere the highways were willing to take us and passed through an infinity of small towns, each identical to the last, but growing smaller all the time. I learned to love you under endless blue skies seen from the passenger side window and in your shattered mirror, shards of glass barely hanging on. On cloudy days, we hid away in my freezing basement behind closed doors and under mountains of blankets. We shut the world out and made our own in which we felt we could belong. We would lie for hours, limbs intertwined, so close we became one. We were there, in that place, in that way, in that moment, frozen in time for all of eternity.

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Jun 8, 2016

Jun 8, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC

For You, For Us, Forever

Summer was spent chasing sunsets. We held on tightly to the last light of day as it slipped between the cracks in our fingers. We traveled anywhere the highways were willing to take us and passed through an infinity of small towns, each identical to the last, but growing smaller all the time. I learned to love you under endless blue skies seen from the passenger side window and in your shattered mirror, shards of glass barely hanging on. On cloudy days, we hid away in my freezing basement behind closed doors and under mountains of blankets. We shut the world out and made our own in which we felt we could belong. We would lie for hours, limbs intertwined, so close we became one. We were there, in that place, in that way, in that moment, frozen in time for all of eternity.

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I'm peeling off the dead layers of skin that have been weighing me down and I'm sewing all my empty pockets shut. I've given up searching for whatever it is I lost. I don't know where I'm headed, but I'm finally moving forward. This isn't who I am or who I hope I'll become, but it's the best I can do for now. I still can't put my thoughts into words and I'm still hitting the notes off key, but I'm getting closer all the time. I won't let the loneliness get to me like it did before. I'm better off on my own. These days are coming to an end and I'm trying to make the most of them. I'm learning to carry on as if you were still breathing.

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Aug 13, 2015

Aug 13, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC

Everything is Ending and I'm Just Beginning

I'm peeling off the dead layers of skin that have been weighing me down and I'm sewing all my empty pockets shut. I've given up searching for whatever it is I lost. I don't know where I'm headed, but I'm finally moving forward. This isn't who I am or who I hope I'll become, but it's the best I can do for now. I still can't put my thoughts into words and I'm still hitting the notes off key, but I'm getting closer all the time. I won't let the loneliness get to me like it did before. I'm better off on my own. These days are coming to an end and I'm trying to make the most of them. I'm learning to carry on as if you were still breathing.

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