emily-von-shultz - Hello Poetry

After ten years, she knocks on my door again. I try to speak. I want to say something, anything, but I cannot seem to find the words. I didn't think I would, or that I could, feel this much. All I can do is stare at this apparition of my childhood companion, who now holds her own child in her arms. With eyes wide and mouth agape, I finally manage to splutter out "Welcome back."

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC

Spectre

After ten years, she knocks on my door again. I try to speak. I want to say something, anything, but I cannot seem to find the words. I didn't think I would, or that I could, feel this much. All I can do is stare at this apparition of my childhood companion, who now holds her own child in her arms. With eyes wide and mouth agape, I finally manage to splutter out "Welcome back."

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*I can't help but wonder if you think I feel like bird bones in your hands.*

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Sep 5, 2016

Sep 5, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC

Tacenda

*I can't help but wonder if you think I feel like bird bones in your hands.*

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The first time we ever spoke, I thought you were annoying. I asked you what your favourite colour was. You said "White, because when thinking in terms of the light spectrum, it is the combination of all the colours. When you look at a white light, you are actually looking at colours that human eyes can't even process. You are looking right at them, and you can't see them, but they are still there." I thought that was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. - - - *I was sent to a white palace when I found out what happened to you. I searched for you in every windowless room.* - - - Our romance was a flash flood in the middle of a drought, quenching my parched soil, and then drowning all forms of life for miles around, but it was over far too soon and left me ravaged, yet thirsty for more. - - - I took my new husband-to-be to the place where you and I met. He didn't leave my side the entire time and we listened to the music echoing around the mountains while he said beautiful things that I would have died to hear you say and he kissed me in front of everyone, just like I used to dream that you would, but you never did. I realize now that you weren't my soul mate, but believe me when I say that I did love you. - - - I still don't know what to think when I look back on it. My open and paranoid mind can never draw definite conclusions as to what truly happened. Reality is subjective. All I know is that this world is much more quiet than it used to be without your constant chatter that I thought was annoying when we first met, and the only closure I will ever get is accepting that part of who I once was died with you, but an even larger part of who you were lives on within me. - - - My favourite colour is white now. I have loved you.

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Aug 8, 2016

Aug 8, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC

My Favourite Colour

The first time we ever spoke, I thought you were annoying. I asked you what your favourite colour was. You said "White, because when thinking in terms of the light spectrum, it is the combination of all the colours. When you look at a white light, you are actually looking at colours that human eyes can't even process. You are looking right at them, and you can't see them, but they are still there." I thought that was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. - - - *I was sent to a white palace when I found out what happened to you. I searched for you in every windowless room.* - - - Our romance was a flash flood in the middle of a drought, quenching my parched soil, and then drowning all forms of life for miles around, but it was over far too soon and left me ravaged, yet thirsty for more. - - - I took my new husband-to-be to the place where you and I met. He didn't leave my side the entire time and we listened to the music echoing around the mountains while he said beautiful things that I would have died to hear you say and he kissed me in front of everyone, just like I used to dream that you would, but you never did. I realize now that you weren't my soul mate, but believe me when I say that I did love you. - - - I still don't know what to think when I look back on it. My open and paranoid mind can never draw definite conclusions as to what truly happened. Reality is subjective. All I know is that this world is much more quiet than it used to be without your constant chatter that I thought was annoying when we first met, and the only closure I will ever get is accepting that part of who I once was died with you, but an even larger part of who you were lives on within me. - - - My favourite colour is white now. I have loved you.

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White lines of white silence, end the violence, take me to a winter wonderland. They say that though the blizzard buries all the skeletons in your closet under a blanket of snow, they'll still be there when it melts.

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Aug 7, 2016

Aug 7, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC

If you were a drug...

White lines of white silence, end the violence, take me to a winter wonderland. They say that though the blizzard buries all the skeletons in your closet under a blanket of snow, they'll still be there when it melts.

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Cigarettes. Pills. Newspaper clippings. Governmental conspiracy books. No friends. No family. No food. No water. Just lying in the dark, day after day, Until your heart gave out. I have documented proof in the form of bills, bank statements, and autopsy reports that this was what the last years of your life were like. I now lie awake in the same room where I figure you must have spent all of your time, looking at the ceiling, wondering if it was the last thing you saw. I have felt myself become increasingly anti-social, bitter, violent, cold, paranoid, critical and reclusive over the years, and I know that if I let myself continue to slip away, I will end up just like you, in this same room, staring at the same ceiling, with my face that looks just like yours, with nothing to comfort me except for the fading memories of the love I like to think I once felt. *There were ten thousand books in this house the first time I came to see it, piled high in every room, ghosts in the ashes between every page...* I'm scared, but you were the one who taught me to take pride in the land I live on, so I will turn it into something beautiful, and I won't let this place be haunted anymore.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC

Down in the Valley

Cigarettes. Pills. Newspaper clippings. Governmental conspiracy books. No friends. No family. No food. No water. Just lying in the dark, day after day, Until your heart gave out. I have documented proof in the form of bills, bank statements, and autopsy reports that this was what the last years of your life were like. I now lie awake in the same room where I figure you must have spent all of your time, looking at the ceiling, wondering if it was the last thing you saw. I have felt myself become increasingly anti-social, bitter, violent, cold, paranoid, critical and reclusive over the years, and I know that if I let myself continue to slip away, I will end up just like you, in this same room, staring at the same ceiling, with my face that looks just like yours, with nothing to comfort me except for the fading memories of the love I like to think I once felt. *There were ten thousand books in this house the first time I came to see it, piled high in every room, ghosts in the ashes between every page...* I'm scared, but you were the one who taught me to take pride in the land I live on, so I will turn it into something beautiful, and I won't let this place be haunted anymore.

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Midnight cravings. I can't shake the ache to have you near me again. Take me to a private place where we can practice passion without fear. Let's take off our clothes in the wilderness. I'll kiss you, and I'll keep kissing you until you open for me the way a morning glory opens for a sunbeam. I will gaze upon the beauty of your bare soul, and you will feel the love I have for you shine on you from all angles. I will always want you this way, don't ever forget that. Touch me, tell me softly through your teeth that you want it rough, and writhe with me in the dark until you find your release. Just know that when the sun really does come up, I must leave.

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC

Fantasia

Midnight cravings. I can't shake the ache to have you near me again. Take me to a private place where we can practice passion without fear. Let's take off our clothes in the wilderness. I'll kiss you, and I'll keep kissing you until you open for me the way a morning glory opens for a sunbeam. I will gaze upon the beauty of your bare soul, and you will feel the love I have for you shine on you from all angles. I will always want you this way, don't ever forget that. Touch me, tell me softly through your teeth that you want it rough, and writhe with me in the dark until you find your release. Just know that when the sun really does come up, I must leave.

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I drive by the little green cottage, barely visible from the street. The property that has come to represent love, childhood, adolescence, and innocence lost. I know that I can't go and knock on the door, but I drive by again, hoping to see a light on in the window and to send some comfort to the little girl that used to live there. She is sleeping there somewhere, alone, afraid, and untucked... but it won't be that way forever, darling, I swear.

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Jun 27, 2015

Jun 27, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC

Hiraeth

I drive by the little green cottage, barely visible from the street. The property that has come to represent love, childhood, adolescence, and innocence lost. I know that I can't go and knock on the door, but I drive by again, hoping to see a light on in the window and to send some comfort to the little girl that used to live there. She is sleeping there somewhere, alone, afraid, and untucked... but it won't be that way forever, darling, I swear.

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Grab me by the stem and hold on tight, 'til my thorns pierce your skin. For a brief moment, I will feel the essence of you, and, darling, you'll feel me, until you throw me down from the pain and clean off your hand. Hands heal fast, but your blood is still on my thorns. I know that I scare you now, but I just want someone to hold me.

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC

A rose, they say

Grab me by the stem and hold on tight, 'til my thorns pierce your skin. For a brief moment, I will feel the essence of you, and, darling, you'll feel me, until you throw me down from the pain and clean off your hand. Hands heal fast, but your blood is still on my thorns. I know that I scare you now, but I just want someone to hold me.

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Tender curiosity ignited something I never anticipated. Your mind is a mass of knotted rope that I want to untangle with my tongue while our bodies are pressed against each other, Yet I crave to hold you and know you in the most innocent of ways. No, I will never be in love with you, And dear Lord! I hope you never fall in love with me, but I long to understand you in a way that no one ever has, and reassure you that your trust goes unbroken. Follow me tonight, to the corner where lust and purity meet. Strong and silent friend, I have always seen such beauty in you. Please, never forget that I am on your side.

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC

Platonic Eros

Tender curiosity ignited something I never anticipated. Your mind is a mass of knotted rope that I want to untangle with my tongue while our bodies are pressed against each other, Yet I crave to hold you and know you in the most innocent of ways. No, I will never be in love with you, And dear Lord! I hope you never fall in love with me, but I long to understand you in a way that no one ever has, and reassure you that your trust goes unbroken. Follow me tonight, to the corner where lust and purity meet. Strong and silent friend, I have always seen such beauty in you. Please, never forget that I am on your side.

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I still find myself wanting you. Why is it that I feel so good inside when absolutely nothing is inside of me?

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC

Ana

I still find myself wanting you. Why is it that I feel so good inside when absolutely nothing is inside of me?

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