floralsket - Hello Poetry

I feel as though the words you wrote me will stay trapped, echoing through my unconscious mind no matter our distance apart

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

Your words

I feel as though the words you wrote me will stay trapped, echoing through my unconscious mind no matter our distance apart

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Your words have the the ability to make me feel things that I didn't know words could make me feel and I am constantly more and more captivated by each entry of your journal quite frankly, I would find full amusement in reading something as simple of your shopping lists

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC

Shopping lists

Your words have the the ability to make me feel things that I didn't know words could make me feel and I am constantly more and more captivated by each entry of your journal quite frankly, I would find full amusement in reading something as simple of your shopping lists

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I am no longer a raindrop in someone's ocean, I am now an appalling thunderstorm who unapologetically demands a second glance.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC

raindrop to thunderstorm

I am no longer a raindrop in someone's ocean, I am now an appalling thunderstorm who unapologetically demands a second glance.

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Thank you for checking all of my boxes over and over again until holes wore in the pages of my notebook.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC

Notebook

Thank you for checking all of my boxes over and over again until holes wore in the pages of my notebook.

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I love how we have always deemed the time we spend together more important than a good nights sleep because I would much rather have trouble keeping my eyes open tomorrow than miss out on engaging in 4am conversation with you.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC

Pillow talk

I love how we have always deemed the time we spend together more important than a good nights sleep because I would much rather have trouble keeping my eyes open tomorrow than miss out on engaging in 4am conversation with you.

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You mouth the words to your favourite song playing loudly out of the stereo as I watch, enamoured by just how nice the red glow of a passing taillight looks as it dances across your face.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC

Late night drives

You mouth the words to your favourite song playing loudly out of the stereo as I watch, enamoured by just how nice the red glow of a passing taillight looks as it dances across your face.

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I am across the world in a country I have never visited before, yet I do not have even the most evanescent feeling of fear because my home is two arms and a heartbeat. to me, you are home.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC

Home

I am across the world in a country I have never visited before, yet I do not have even the most evanescent feeling of fear because my home is two arms and a heartbeat. to me, you are home.

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Thank you for turning 'I love you' into a feeling rather than just some lacklustre phrase occasionally thrown around in poetry.

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC

A feeling

Thank you for turning 'I love you' into a feeling rather than just some lacklustre phrase occasionally thrown around in poetry.

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I’m from vegetable gardens, pink lemonade and board games. From tall, golden sunflowers blooming in the summer to soaked mittens resting on the radiator in the winter. I’m from twinkling white lights arranged beautifully in the bushes surrounding the pool and from thinking that the Canada day fireworks were so incredibly magical. I’m from my teddy bears and dolls cluttering the basement floor to fresh cut peonies sitting on the kitchen counter and filling the house with their familiar scent. I’m from ‘elbows off the table’ and soft boiled eggs in little painted egg cups. I’m from wondering what the hundreds of old books on the bookshelf could possibly be about and from watching Shirley Temple movies over and over again until I could recite nearly every word. I’m from choreographing dances to classical music and preforming them in the backyard. I’m from ‘goodnight’ and forced bedtime prayers. I’m from Gudrun and John better known as Nanny and Poppy.

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC

85 Division Street

I’m from vegetable gardens, pink lemonade and board games. From tall, golden sunflowers blooming in the summer to soaked mittens resting on the radiator in the winter. I’m from twinkling white lights arranged beautifully in the bushes surrounding the pool and from thinking that the Canada day fireworks were so incredibly magical. I’m from my teddy bears and dolls cluttering the basement floor to fresh cut peonies sitting on the kitchen counter and filling the house with their familiar scent. I’m from ‘elbows off the table’ and soft boiled eggs in little painted egg cups. I’m from wondering what the hundreds of old books on the bookshelf could possibly be about and from watching Shirley Temple movies over and over again until I could recite nearly every word. I’m from choreographing dances to classical music and preforming them in the backyard. I’m from ‘goodnight’ and forced bedtime prayers. I’m from Gudrun and John better known as Nanny and Poppy.

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I lie awake with thoughts of you occupying my mind And I know that dialing those ten familiar numbers would get you here in a matter of minutes because it’s only 2:04am and you rarely ever sleep before 3. But I will forbid myself to pick up the phone Because although I would love to feel safe and secure I know it will just make it harder in the end. How can I be at home yet feeling so incredibly homesick? I try again to remember blissful moments Moments before things got complicated and stressful Like when you traveled thousands of miles to meet my little brother. Or when we danced at a country bar in a small town to music we didn’t even know and enjoyed the company of people twice our age. Or memorizing each other’s orders at every café, breakfast bar and ice-cream shop we went to. I try to remember occasions before the shadows of your past made constant appearance in your character, And those very shadows caused the very arguments that broke the one thing I was sure couldn’t be broken. Now it’s 2:12am and nothing’s changed, Just another night spent obsessing over what used to be. R.M.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC

2:04am

I lie awake with thoughts of you occupying my mind And I know that dialing those ten familiar numbers would get you here in a matter of minutes because it’s only 2:04am and you rarely ever sleep before 3. But I will forbid myself to pick up the phone Because although I would love to feel safe and secure I know it will just make it harder in the end. How can I be at home yet feeling so incredibly homesick? I try again to remember blissful moments Moments before things got complicated and stressful Like when you traveled thousands of miles to meet my little brother. Or when we danced at a country bar in a small town to music we didn’t even know and enjoyed the company of people twice our age. Or memorizing each other’s orders at every café, breakfast bar and ice-cream shop we went to. I try to remember occasions before the shadows of your past made constant appearance in your character, And those very shadows caused the very arguments that broke the one thing I was sure couldn’t be broken. Now it’s 2:12am and nothing’s changed, Just another night spent obsessing over what used to be. R.M.

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