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gem-elliott
gem-elliott
Welsh
there is a river that flows through the fabric of our being, vitality within. a convergence of convulsing capillaries reinforced with life, delicate like a spider's web, glistening like a galaxy of stars; the shimmering dewdrops that make up the moments we never forget. there is a maelstrom in my mind, that stirs the tranquil waters of my soul. the river meanders, forever wondering; where is the sea, but it's waters cannot swell without a thousand conjoining trickles. so the river runs, its course never set, a tear on moisture-stricken skin, never losing momentum. so run river, get to the sea.
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
A river that runs through us all
All is well in the World; except for a storm in a teacup it brewed too long, a scathing taste of bitter, a scalded tongue leaving feelings of acerbic numbness.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
03.07.14 Storm in a teacup
In universal terms;                       a thousand lifetimes come & go                       in the blink of an eye                                                                                          I overrated the importance of my existence                                             and now I'm chasing leaves on the breeze.                                                                                                                                                                                                         perhaps                              one day the breeze will fail          and the leaves will sit willingly, still;          hungry to be examined.                                                                          Only (I discover)                              I was never chasing leaves                                  Just lost in the wind.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
misdirection
my blood runs hot when you're around, your touch turns my skin to flames. your voice chills the air and calms my thoughts, uttering forgotten names. who could blame a simple boy for loving so completely and without consideration; the portrait girl, with lips of red, who conjured conflagration. a tale so hopeless did never end so sweet, as in a dream, said fair lady, rushed him off his feet. but it is a sad and known truth, that the night-time show always ends with darkness.
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
le rêve trompeur
a love lost, wondering; cannot find home where home is, but finds home where there is none. A love confused, but truly convinced, cruelly entangled in a myriad of loose ends. But where loose ends meet, acceptance born: a love lost alone, has no home, but is home.
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
home
a false hope, mindless optimism, delusion. an unattainable target, an unachievable goal, self pity. a false hope, misunderstanding, regret. love, or not, forget. remember, repent, rejuvenate. forget, fall, repeat.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
false hope
brain scrub my mind, ev'ry speck 'til there's none to find. mind please cleanse my soul, my body needs you whole. soul do cleanse my heart, teach it love and lust apart. Clean me whole, through and through make my judgment true.
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
pen to paper
I'd a poem for you, if I could. I'd write one from the heart, you know I would.
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
I'd try
a sealed confession written on the inside of my eyelids, visible only when wanted to be seen. when opened, the confession becomes an admission, what is will then have been. only you or I may open it, and only if we please. let it whisper wind through the branches, and tell tales among the trees. may it foresee the future and remember the past, but let it not change us, to our very last.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
a sealed confession
How can it be so hard to simply say: "I feel so happy, please never go away."
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
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