grace-radford - Hello Poetry

Bobbing to a swaying gait, Torch light bounces at the edge of the world. Laughter and larks hushed like the shushing waves, As we crumple daisies and kick the tops off mole hills. Home is only a field away, But in the adjusting night, sleeping undercover never seemed so surplus to requirement. Clear skies, rum-bellies, A watery film between the heavens and earth make freckle impressions on the sky, Blemishes on perfect tone but it's all the more beautiful for it. Deep indigo, emerald green, pillar box red then bed. Zips bid the outside world goodnight. Goodnight to hedgerows and gorse and guide ropes. Goodnight rabbit warrens and linnet nests and bog asphodel. Goodnight puffins and the minky whales and the surf. Goodnight salty hair, goodnight cold noses, goodnight.

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Oct 23, 2019

Oct 23, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC

Goodnight

Bobbing to a swaying gait, Torch light bounces at the edge of the world. Laughter and larks hushed like the shushing waves, As we crumple daisies and kick the tops off mole hills. Home is only a field away, But in the adjusting night, sleeping undercover never seemed so surplus to requirement. Clear skies, rum-bellies, A watery film between the heavens and earth make freckle impressions on the sky, Blemishes on perfect tone but it's all the more beautiful for it. Deep indigo, emerald green, pillar box red then bed. Zips bid the outside world goodnight. Goodnight to hedgerows and gorse and guide ropes. Goodnight rabbit warrens and linnet nests and bog asphodel. Goodnight puffins and the minky whales and the surf. Goodnight salty hair, goodnight cold noses, goodnight.

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I’ve never listened to Kate Bush. I was frightened of her emotions, The way her voice mimicked violin strings And the creature who thrashed wildly like a rope unlatched from the mast in a storm. I’ve never listened to Kate Bush. I didn’t want to see the power and talent In someone so young when I had actively Done everything under my control to Squash my own and keep it hidden. I’ve never listened to Kate Bush because she didn’t make herself small and that intimidated me. She is a spider watching a world of flies, Spinning and spinning pearls and lace That is so tender but steely in certain lights. I’ve never listened to Kate Bush, but today I will try.

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC

Kate Bush

I’ve never listened to Kate Bush. I was frightened of her emotions, The way her voice mimicked violin strings And the creature who thrashed wildly like a rope unlatched from the mast in a storm. I’ve never listened to Kate Bush. I didn’t want to see the power and talent In someone so young when I had actively Done everything under my control to Squash my own and keep it hidden. I’ve never listened to Kate Bush because she didn’t make herself small and that intimidated me. She is a spider watching a world of flies, Spinning and spinning pearls and lace That is so tender but steely in certain lights. I’ve never listened to Kate Bush, but today I will try.

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I loved you once. It wasn’t even that long ago, there was sunlight and warmth when I stroked your hair and neck and honey on your skin. Running through gardens, thickets, up mountains and down trees; you were the siren song for my ship of untameable sailors, not casting an eye back as we wrecked on the rocks. I loved you once. I left my friends to the colours of the night as I took you to our home, soothing and calming as you screamed in the cab. Double lenses don’t block out the betrayal I committed against you, the laughing tongue or the spiders who whisper to your finger tips. I loved you once. You drew a line down your stomach and peeled back to show a space perfect for just me. I lived and breathed you, working inside to become the twin you were never meant to have. I saw through your eyes. I felt through your skin. I dreamt your dreams at night. I loved you once. And once was enough.

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC

I loved you once

I loved you once. It wasn’t even that long ago, there was sunlight and warmth when I stroked your hair and neck and honey on your skin. Running through gardens, thickets, up mountains and down trees; you were the siren song for my ship of untameable sailors, not casting an eye back as we wrecked on the rocks. I loved you once. I left my friends to the colours of the night as I took you to our home, soothing and calming as you screamed in the cab. Double lenses don’t block out the betrayal I committed against you, the laughing tongue or the spiders who whisper to your finger tips. I loved you once. You drew a line down your stomach and peeled back to show a space perfect for just me. I lived and breathed you, working inside to become the twin you were never meant to have. I saw through your eyes. I felt through your skin. I dreamt your dreams at night. I loved you once. And once was enough.

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You don't know your worth And that depresses me. He teaches you about time signatures, But you still can't sing to a beat You're jumpy in the smoking area When a drink is put in your hand. You smoke **** found in your hallway Because you don't want to drink and get fat. He took your shoes in a fight so you wouldnt leave, And you clawed at his chest in front of silent pets, Who shake and cower now when we come round. Your flat is no home, sodden floors and unpaid rent

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC

Joanne

You don't know your worth And that depresses me. He teaches you about time signatures, But you still can't sing to a beat You're jumpy in the smoking area When a drink is put in your hand. You smoke **** found in your hallway Because you don't want to drink and get fat. He took your shoes in a fight so you wouldnt leave, And you clawed at his chest in front of silent pets, Who shake and cower now when we come round. Your flat is no home, sodden floors and unpaid rent

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Silence echoes round her Making her tinnitus audible. It smacked at walls, A flat, B sharp. Chiming. Chiming. The little girl next door had a throat infection. She was in the choir, Singing for the night.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC

Bells

Silence echoes round her Making her tinnitus audible. It smacked at walls, A flat, B sharp. Chiming. Chiming. The little girl next door had a throat infection. She was in the choir, Singing for the night.

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Raspberry pip boy lingered and hung around, He was sweet, but with a tartness that juiced up your mouth, He flowered in Spring, and swelled my heart up through Summer, And I plucked him, and I ate him, and I begged for another, But as I chewed up, my heart slid down my back, As I was gulping down raspberries my tooth had cracked, The raspberry pips had sunk deep and rooted In between my poor teeth, how I hollered and hooted "RASPBERRY PIP BOY ISN'T AS SWEET AS YOU THINK, HE STAYS FAR TOO LONG, I'M STAINED BY HIS INK. I CAN'T WASH HIM OUT, BELIEVE ME I'VE TRIED, THAT RASPBERRY PIP BOY HAS JUST RUINED MY LIFE!!" A former tooth model, my contract was lost, To that Raspberry Pip Boy, his seeds, and tooth rot.

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

Raspberry Boy

Raspberry pip boy lingered and hung around, He was sweet, but with a tartness that juiced up your mouth, He flowered in Spring, and swelled my heart up through Summer, And I plucked him, and I ate him, and I begged for another, But as I chewed up, my heart slid down my back, As I was gulping down raspberries my tooth had cracked, The raspberry pips had sunk deep and rooted In between my poor teeth, how I hollered and hooted "RASPBERRY PIP BOY ISN'T AS SWEET AS YOU THINK, HE STAYS FAR TOO LONG, I'M STAINED BY HIS INK. I CAN'T WASH HIM OUT, BELIEVE ME I'VE TRIED, THAT RASPBERRY PIP BOY HAS JUST RUINED MY LIFE!!" A former tooth model, my contract was lost, To that Raspberry Pip Boy, his seeds, and tooth rot.

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Kiss my throat, and taste the words I long to say to you.

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC

Choke

Kiss my throat, and taste the words I long to say to you.

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Our brains kissed before our lips could, My heart yearned before I understood, We’d already spoken before we had chance to, When we met, I was surrounded by you.

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Sep 17, 2015

Sep 17, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC

Hello, you.

Our brains kissed before our lips could, My heart yearned before I understood, We’d already spoken before we had chance to, When we met, I was surrounded by you.

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**** getting kisses for breakfast, I want them for lunch and tea. I don’t ever want you, To have to miss me, Because that means that I’ve left you, If I’ve left you then you’re alone, And that’s not what I want, My lost pebble in the foam, I want sunshine. I want cold smarting my nostrils, And setting it’s embers alight, Deep in my chest. I want to be under a string of stars That glow To the pulse of my heartbeat, From thousands of years ago. I want nettle stings on my thighs, I want mud on my hands I want you to look at me always in that way when you brushed off the ***** bloodied sand. I never washed my shoes after that.

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC

Untitled

**** getting kisses for breakfast, I want them for lunch and tea. I don’t ever want you, To have to miss me, Because that means that I’ve left you, If I’ve left you then you’re alone, And that’s not what I want, My lost pebble in the foam, I want sunshine. I want cold smarting my nostrils, And setting it’s embers alight, Deep in my chest. I want to be under a string of stars That glow To the pulse of my heartbeat, From thousands of years ago. I want nettle stings on my thighs, I want mud on my hands I want you to look at me always in that way when you brushed off the ***** bloodied sand. I never washed my shoes after that.

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Don’t leave me please. You are planning to leave in your 50’s But could you stay a few years longer? For me? If I asked really nicely, Covered my mouth when I sneeze, If we held hands throughout dinner, Would you promise not to leave?

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC

Sneeze

Don’t leave me please. You are planning to leave in your 50’s But could you stay a few years longer? For me? If I asked really nicely, Covered my mouth when I sneeze, If we held hands throughout dinner, Would you promise not to leave?

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