emily-galvin - Hello Poetry

Sometimes She felt his skull could crack under the passion in her fingertips And wouldn't that be beautiful To end here, in the immediacy of desire And wouldn't that be kinder? Than the drawing out of this pain of inevitability The guttural ache Before the final crack The splintering, not of bone But of two hearts Prised apart by the fingernails of realisation That their shattered fragments can never make each other whole.

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC

Sometimes

Sometimes She felt his skull could crack under the passion in her fingertips And wouldn't that be beautiful To end here, in the immediacy of desire And wouldn't that be kinder? Than the drawing out of this pain of inevitability The guttural ache Before the final crack The splintering, not of bone But of two hearts Prised apart by the fingernails of realisation That their shattered fragments can never make each other whole.

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I stopped writing about you That's when I knew I wanted it to be over. My heart is unruly And the key you keep will break its locks No matter how they mould and change But it is locked all the same. The doors are closed To impish jealousy and green eyes of mischief To the stabbing knives of rejection That fly in like butterflies, waiting for the sink of realisation. To the pain of unknowing A perpetual roller coaster without a harness To the sweet agony of your peaks and lows. Loving you is too hard. I try to think of you as poison To feed on feelings of heartache and injustice But I know, in truth You are a tempest Fraught with indecision and rage You run deeper than an ocean With limitless currents That chop and change beyond your control Too frantic and complex for me to ever comprehend. I can't put you in a box Lock you away I can't make you the enemy I can't regret everything we've had But I can't go on like this. I need this to be over.

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC

Over

I stopped writing about you That's when I knew I wanted it to be over. My heart is unruly And the key you keep will break its locks No matter how they mould and change But it is locked all the same. The doors are closed To impish jealousy and green eyes of mischief To the stabbing knives of rejection That fly in like butterflies, waiting for the sink of realisation. To the pain of unknowing A perpetual roller coaster without a harness To the sweet agony of your peaks and lows. Loving you is too hard. I try to think of you as poison To feed on feelings of heartache and injustice But I know, in truth You are a tempest Fraught with indecision and rage You run deeper than an ocean With limitless currents That chop and change beyond your control Too frantic and complex for me to ever comprehend. I can't put you in a box Lock you away I can't make you the enemy I can't regret everything we've had But I can't go on like this. I need this to be over.

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What happens then, When we finally reach that bridge The unsteady footpath of decision That only one of us can cross When our hands part And you walk the shaky steps of commitment and truth With a single glance backward Avoiding my eyes As I watch you walk away Only a few steps apart But with a lifetime of history and emotion stretching it's cavernous yawn beneath us Do I forget you? As you stride out, leaving of the mists of my adoration Should I cleanse my mind of love Crush the butterflies that sit in my stomach Awaiting your every word Do I scratch out your face from the photographs of my mind? Remake memories Reforge falsified passion Ignore the beauty in the delicate brush of wind against a sheltered forest, The bittersweet sting of cold rain against warm skin The rush of blood to my cheeks at a black and white image I know only you could love. Do I embrace my senses Turn my back Allow us to be separate entities in a world where we were supposed to be whole Or do I follow the solitary wake of my heart Cross legged, silent Patiently waiting at that edge for the moment you may return For the moment you realise Life cannot go on without us And you turn back To leap the chasm that keeps us apart Wait for the flames of your outstretched arms to reignite the fire in my broken heart For us to connect In the unending circle of emotion and connection That makes us whole within ourselves That feeds us Free to blossom into the multitude of colour our wistful lives have always promised Can I wait in vain And let my heart forever overthrow the sensibility of the mind Expose myself to the elements of rejection and sorrow For the promise of something perfect Sublime and intangible Can I forsake the solid ground of reality? I already know how this will end When we reach that path. My body can let you go But my heart will never forget

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Sep 8, 2016

Sep 8, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC

The Bridge

What happens then, When we finally reach that bridge The unsteady footpath of decision That only one of us can cross When our hands part And you walk the shaky steps of commitment and truth With a single glance backward Avoiding my eyes As I watch you walk away Only a few steps apart But with a lifetime of history and emotion stretching it's cavernous yawn beneath us Do I forget you? As you stride out, leaving of the mists of my adoration Should I cleanse my mind of love Crush the butterflies that sit in my stomach Awaiting your every word Do I scratch out your face from the photographs of my mind? Remake memories Reforge falsified passion Ignore the beauty in the delicate brush of wind against a sheltered forest, The bittersweet sting of cold rain against warm skin The rush of blood to my cheeks at a black and white image I know only you could love. Do I embrace my senses Turn my back Allow us to be separate entities in a world where we were supposed to be whole Or do I follow the solitary wake of my heart Cross legged, silent Patiently waiting at that edge for the moment you may return For the moment you realise Life cannot go on without us And you turn back To leap the chasm that keeps us apart Wait for the flames of your outstretched arms to reignite the fire in my broken heart For us to connect In the unending circle of emotion and connection That makes us whole within ourselves That feeds us Free to blossom into the multitude of colour our wistful lives have always promised Can I wait in vain And let my heart forever overthrow the sensibility of the mind Expose myself to the elements of rejection and sorrow For the promise of something perfect Sublime and intangible Can I forsake the solid ground of reality? I already know how this will end When we reach that path. My body can let you go But my heart will never forget

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If only he'd called last orders Even though the sun still threw its summer blanket over my lazy shoulders And burned my reflection into the black screen of your glasses A reflection of who I was No premonition of who I would become While the last cigarette still lingered on my tongue Leaving the taste of nostalgia and bitter familiarity in my breath And daring excitement and rebellion on yours As your words twinkled and danced around an undeniable truth And I In innocence half feigned Half in hope Half in dream Took one step forward Edging towards your tango of inevitable wounds and tears. If only they'd rung the bell And we'd knocked down the last of that lukewarm wine From watermarked glasses that threw distorted shadows on the table before us As the dusk swept in like a curtain Smothering our small talk Leaving only an enduring flame built of history and kindled with confessions Around which we huddled, as night fell, Singing songs no strangers have a place to sing. If only we'd walked our separate ways Instead of throwing our liquored words along the train tracks Loud enough for only us to hear But a deafening scream in our heads As they hurtled over an invisible line And plummeted down a cliff face of caged emotion from which there was no return. If only I'd never let you into my head With nothing left to do but flush you out With the same sickly wine that put you there To drown the hole i feel growing in my stomach Gnawing at my inside Before I lose myself to anger or to pain. Before I admit I miss you. Before he calls last orders.

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Sep 5, 2016

Sep 5, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC

Last Orders

If only he'd called last orders Even though the sun still threw its summer blanket over my lazy shoulders And burned my reflection into the black screen of your glasses A reflection of who I was No premonition of who I would become While the last cigarette still lingered on my tongue Leaving the taste of nostalgia and bitter familiarity in my breath And daring excitement and rebellion on yours As your words twinkled and danced around an undeniable truth And I In innocence half feigned Half in hope Half in dream Took one step forward Edging towards your tango of inevitable wounds and tears. If only they'd rung the bell And we'd knocked down the last of that lukewarm wine From watermarked glasses that threw distorted shadows on the table before us As the dusk swept in like a curtain Smothering our small talk Leaving only an enduring flame built of history and kindled with confessions Around which we huddled, as night fell, Singing songs no strangers have a place to sing. If only we'd walked our separate ways Instead of throwing our liquored words along the train tracks Loud enough for only us to hear But a deafening scream in our heads As they hurtled over an invisible line And plummeted down a cliff face of caged emotion from which there was no return. If only I'd never let you into my head With nothing left to do but flush you out With the same sickly wine that put you there To drown the hole i feel growing in my stomach Gnawing at my inside Before I lose myself to anger or to pain. Before I admit I miss you. Before he calls last orders.

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We reach a time in our lives Shuffling along our own dusty highways In the warmth of a whisky stained dusk Watching the honeyed heat of our future seep along the horizon Into bruised sky of overburdened past We each meet the same crossroad of decision The two sides of our soul extending welcoming arms As we stand, a prize in the feud between mind and heart Practicality and passion Security and sensuality Who am I to choose which gravelled path to follow Whether to take the wrinkled hand of prudence And crunch the stones of wisdom and logic with each familiar step Does my future lay ahead At that point where the sun kneels to kiss the ground And throws its glowing arms across the earth in a blanket of safety Not in passion, but affection In the comfort of routine The reliability and purity of what is, and what has always been Or does it sit within the flicker of a fiery heart In the sigh of breath that creeps along with the breeze That trickles down my spine And dares me to turn my head, to look down roads of impenetrable darkness To embrace the possibility of the unknown And the leaping tongues of flame that might lie where those paths end To be engulfed, and to know myself within that destruction. Is it the voice that whispers inside my veins "should there be more than this?" I stay static Leaderless A spectator to the conflict of the soul Stuck fast in a deadlock of inertia and indecision Awaiting that moment When the last glimmer of sun has bled through the cracked earth And I open my blurred eyes to icy silence, shapeless and pure in its clarity To see, without obstruction That the decision is clear. My future transparent. That there was only ever one road I could take.

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Sep 3, 2016

Sep 3, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC

Crossroads

We reach a time in our lives Shuffling along our own dusty highways In the warmth of a whisky stained dusk Watching the honeyed heat of our future seep along the horizon Into bruised sky of overburdened past We each meet the same crossroad of decision The two sides of our soul extending welcoming arms As we stand, a prize in the feud between mind and heart Practicality and passion Security and sensuality Who am I to choose which gravelled path to follow Whether to take the wrinkled hand of prudence And crunch the stones of wisdom and logic with each familiar step Does my future lay ahead At that point where the sun kneels to kiss the ground And throws its glowing arms across the earth in a blanket of safety Not in passion, but affection In the comfort of routine The reliability and purity of what is, and what has always been Or does it sit within the flicker of a fiery heart In the sigh of breath that creeps along with the breeze That trickles down my spine And dares me to turn my head, to look down roads of impenetrable darkness To embrace the possibility of the unknown And the leaping tongues of flame that might lie where those paths end To be engulfed, and to know myself within that destruction. Is it the voice that whispers inside my veins "should there be more than this?" I stay static Leaderless A spectator to the conflict of the soul Stuck fast in a deadlock of inertia and indecision Awaiting that moment When the last glimmer of sun has bled through the cracked earth And I open my blurred eyes to icy silence, shapeless and pure in its clarity To see, without obstruction That the decision is clear. My future transparent. That there was only ever one road I could take.

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I found you Found your arms in the secrecy of an encroaching dusk In the shade of trees The coveted corners of quiet I found the hidden pieces of your soul As they sat beside mine In the comfort of silence Whispering through the air promises of belonging Of two broken pieces becoming a whole Two unknowns becoming the known Two wrongs finally becoming one right You found me As your delicate fingers ran across my skin Laced through the curls of my hair Carefully stitching the gaping caverns of suspicion in a doubtful heart Placing together shattered confidences with a tender touch Holding them firmly with the power of your affection. We built each other as reflections of ourselves As better forms of the shadows we'd learned to become We found each other With skin upon skin Fingers entwined A world away from the troubled minds we used to live in We found each other Together We found peace We discovered love.

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC

Found

I found you Found your arms in the secrecy of an encroaching dusk In the shade of trees The coveted corners of quiet I found the hidden pieces of your soul As they sat beside mine In the comfort of silence Whispering through the air promises of belonging Of two broken pieces becoming a whole Two unknowns becoming the known Two wrongs finally becoming one right You found me As your delicate fingers ran across my skin Laced through the curls of my hair Carefully stitching the gaping caverns of suspicion in a doubtful heart Placing together shattered confidences with a tender touch Holding them firmly with the power of your affection. We built each other as reflections of ourselves As better forms of the shadows we'd learned to become We found each other With skin upon skin Fingers entwined A world away from the troubled minds we used to live in We found each other Together We found peace We discovered love.

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I've been here before Listened to your feet crunch the shards of glass and shattered hearts Wiping the remnants of liquor and bitterness from liar's lips As your night of sugarcoated revelry comes to an end The facade falls Cracks Echoing with the slam of a shotglass that pulses through ears And thumps through my brain with your sneer of rejection Your eyes don't shy from mine But they are discolored with arrogance Hardened by vanity As cold and empty as the bottle that sweats against my palm If I close my own I could reach for a memory of the past For a sunbeam's reflection highlighting the contours of your skin Or the childish purity in unquestioned belief But tonight, they will stay locked I will watch the candied venom drip from your curling lips, drawing me back under a veil of falsity And see us for what we really are I am no longer the same. I won't be your entertainment Your distraction Your pastime or plaything The show is over. I've been here before But this is the last time I'll come back.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC

Entertainment

I've been here before Listened to your feet crunch the shards of glass and shattered hearts Wiping the remnants of liquor and bitterness from liar's lips As your night of sugarcoated revelry comes to an end The facade falls Cracks Echoing with the slam of a shotglass that pulses through ears And thumps through my brain with your sneer of rejection Your eyes don't shy from mine But they are discolored with arrogance Hardened by vanity As cold and empty as the bottle that sweats against my palm If I close my own I could reach for a memory of the past For a sunbeam's reflection highlighting the contours of your skin Or the childish purity in unquestioned belief But tonight, they will stay locked I will watch the candied venom drip from your curling lips, drawing me back under a veil of falsity And see us for what we really are I am no longer the same. I won't be your entertainment Your distraction Your pastime or plaything The show is over. I've been here before But this is the last time I'll come back.

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I read once That change happens from the edges And I guess it did. Things changed. Like the beckoning ombré of dawn A crescent of blazing sun leaking fire into a darkened canopy Melting blackness into softened caramel hues Oozing warmth into shivering skin Like the curling edge of paper and tobacco Kissed with delicate tongues of flame Creeping towards unsteady fingers As unspoken words evaporate into the air In smoke signals made illegible with insecurity Like the seeping ink across a Polaroid In transforming colours Sweeping through the empty blackness in a burst of vitality Revealing the snapshots of perfection that might lie beneath If we had the courage to shake up the blank squares of our own lives Like the stormbound waves on a cliff face In daily embrace Bound together by forces of nature To give and take, reforming each other with each brief contact As we reshape the world With unstoppable creation and beautiful destruction. Things changed. Until the glimmer from the corner of my eyes Became the blinding light in the centre of our vision Until instead of orbiting the periphery of your world You were the centre of mine Until our edges blurred And I realised I don't remember a time before you Before us Before we changed

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC

Moments

I read once That change happens from the edges And I guess it did. Things changed. Like the beckoning ombré of dawn A crescent of blazing sun leaking fire into a darkened canopy Melting blackness into softened caramel hues Oozing warmth into shivering skin Like the curling edge of paper and tobacco Kissed with delicate tongues of flame Creeping towards unsteady fingers As unspoken words evaporate into the air In smoke signals made illegible with insecurity Like the seeping ink across a Polaroid In transforming colours Sweeping through the empty blackness in a burst of vitality Revealing the snapshots of perfection that might lie beneath If we had the courage to shake up the blank squares of our own lives Like the stormbound waves on a cliff face In daily embrace Bound together by forces of nature To give and take, reforming each other with each brief contact As we reshape the world With unstoppable creation and beautiful destruction. Things changed. Until the glimmer from the corner of my eyes Became the blinding light in the centre of our vision Until instead of orbiting the periphery of your world You were the centre of mine Until our edges blurred And I realised I don't remember a time before you Before us Before we changed

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For just a moment Would you slip away with me Into dark corners of anonymity Could we lose the fear. The consequence. Can you loop your fingers in mine with the simplicity of a lover And push aside the flush of watching eyes. Be the steady tide in my ocean of melancholy And wash away these familiar faces With their poison darted tongues Glass hearts overflowing With the bitterness of realism and lost ideals Can we lose our pretences Our falsities and masks And let our minds meet in serenity Sheltered from a world of turmoil From wars and tears Outward pressures and inner conflicts. Lets live instead within honesty and earnest hearts In hidden tracks and secret words Where we can speak our own truths in roaring solitude In silent riots that enflame my heart and remind my soul to sing In this moment Can I be nameless Faceless Can I disappear into the love behind your eyes And be remade inside the warmth of your opened arms Can I vanish from the humdrum From the familiarity of the accepted And walk with you down foreign streets of passion and vitality Hand in hand Two beacons alight with fire Standing tall against an encroaching dusk of normality and routine Just for now Can we be anonymous Can we be unknown Maybe then we can learn to know ourselves

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Jul 26, 2016

Jul 26, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC

Anonymous

For just a moment Would you slip away with me Into dark corners of anonymity Could we lose the fear. The consequence. Can you loop your fingers in mine with the simplicity of a lover And push aside the flush of watching eyes. Be the steady tide in my ocean of melancholy And wash away these familiar faces With their poison darted tongues Glass hearts overflowing With the bitterness of realism and lost ideals Can we lose our pretences Our falsities and masks And let our minds meet in serenity Sheltered from a world of turmoil From wars and tears Outward pressures and inner conflicts. Lets live instead within honesty and earnest hearts In hidden tracks and secret words Where we can speak our own truths in roaring solitude In silent riots that enflame my heart and remind my soul to sing In this moment Can I be nameless Faceless Can I disappear into the love behind your eyes And be remade inside the warmth of your opened arms Can I vanish from the humdrum From the familiarity of the accepted And walk with you down foreign streets of passion and vitality Hand in hand Two beacons alight with fire Standing tall against an encroaching dusk of normality and routine Just for now Can we be anonymous Can we be unknown Maybe then we can learn to know ourselves

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I saw the other side of you today The flip side to your coin Beneath the sparkle of joviality and passion When we strip away the gloss of illicit corners and barely touching hands Rinsing away the heady throws of passion and your alcoholic aftertaste I saw your rage The underbelly There was no beauty in your hurricane Only fear and anger The constellations I once saw in your eyes turning to pitch Maybe they were just reflections of my own I saw you change. I don't think I know you anymore I'm not sure I ever did

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC

Change

I saw the other side of you today The flip side to your coin Beneath the sparkle of joviality and passion When we strip away the gloss of illicit corners and barely touching hands Rinsing away the heady throws of passion and your alcoholic aftertaste I saw your rage The underbelly There was no beauty in your hurricane Only fear and anger The constellations I once saw in your eyes turning to pitch Maybe they were just reflections of my own I saw you change. I don't think I know you anymore I'm not sure I ever did

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