iamjac - Hello Poetry

How do we show you that this is not something we want to be fighting for 'til we pass torches to children who just begin fighting where we left off?

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Jul 30, 2020

Jul 30, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC

It Seems Begging You to Care Was Too Much For You

How do we show you that this is not something we want to be fighting for 'til we pass torches to children who just begin fighting where we left off?

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Empty suites and a sea of tents on the rainy streets.

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May 19, 2020

May 19, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC

So Who Are We Now?

Empty suites and a sea of tents on the rainy streets.

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Now the oxygen is thin and bodies lay in snow-capped caves we'e weighted down by heavy lids carrying today's rations and yesterday's burden one of your breaths is three of mine sleeping as easy as seeing in white-outs too far up nowhere is warm anymore and we're telling tales of altitude sickness while coughing into our sleeves.

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC

Everest

Now the oxygen is thin and bodies lay in snow-capped caves we'e weighted down by heavy lids carrying today's rations and yesterday's burden one of your breaths is three of mine sleeping as easy as seeing in white-outs too far up nowhere is warm anymore and we're telling tales of altitude sickness while coughing into our sleeves.

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For a time I wrote poems on the subway my eyes were bright and green I grinned and spoke in crystal tongue and wrote what little I'd seen I didn't see what I thought I saw as the seed sees not the ground but perennials in summer fields will watch the bloomers assume that photos keep their colour when instead they leave no room for pictures on a dreaming wall lifted out of you now I sit writing poems on the subway a duller shade of blue.

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Dec 5, 2019

Dec 5, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC

In Summer Fields

For a time I wrote poems on the subway my eyes were bright and green I grinned and spoke in crystal tongue and wrote what little I'd seen I didn't see what I thought I saw as the seed sees not the ground but perennials in summer fields will watch the bloomers assume that photos keep their colour when instead they leave no room for pictures on a dreaming wall lifted out of you now I sit writing poems on the subway a duller shade of blue.

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I saw myself on the bus today standing slightly taller I cut my hair, had stronger arms and finally tailored my sleeves I saw myself, a better version a glimpse into another time where I was me and not myself and things must have been different, right? but then I saw the look on my face the same tired grin in my eyes and even I from another reality would see the same as the real me.

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Nov 4, 2019

Nov 4, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC

I From Another Reality

I saw myself on the bus today standing slightly taller I cut my hair, had stronger arms and finally tailored my sleeves I saw myself, a better version a glimpse into another time where I was me and not myself and things must have been different, right? but then I saw the look on my face the same tired grin in my eyes and even I from another reality would see the same as the real me.

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This idea of gardener and flower is the wrong idea we are both gardens and gardeners we tend to ourselves and sometimes we share seeds the more we share seeds the more we grow into each other so one day soon we may be one garden tending to the flowers together.

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Oct 30, 2019

Oct 30, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC

Gardens

This idea of gardener and flower is the wrong idea we are both gardens and gardeners we tend to ourselves and sometimes we share seeds the more we share seeds the more we grow into each other so one day soon we may be one garden tending to the flowers together.

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I saw myself on the bus today standing slightly taller I cut my hair, had stronger arms and finally tailored my sleeves I saw myself, a better version a glimpse into another time where I was me and not myself and things must have been different, right? but then I saw the look on my face the same tired grin in my eyes and even I from another reality would see the same as the real me.

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC

Me From Another Reality

I saw myself on the bus today standing slightly taller I cut my hair, had stronger arms and finally tailored my sleeves I saw myself, a better version a glimpse into another time where I was me and not myself and things must have been different, right? but then I saw the look on my face the same tired grin in my eyes and even I from another reality would see the same as the real me.

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I was told it would happen and I dismissed it as imagination but now I know I was wrong then: I see you in places you'll never be again.

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Sep 19, 2019

Sep 19, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC

You I See

I was told it would happen and I dismissed it as imagination but now I know I was wrong then: I see you in places you'll never be again.

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Today I recall every time we spoke and every time we didn't and I tell myself I knew you but I didn't what I knew is that you were unstoppable a force of integrity and passion golden and swift and I wish I knew you when I had the chance to.

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Sep 17, 2019

Sep 17, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC

You I Knew

Today I recall every time we spoke and every time we didn't and I tell myself I knew you but I didn't what I knew is that you were unstoppable a force of integrity and passion golden and swift and I wish I knew you when I had the chance to.

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It's so nice to see you I said but when you turned around it wasn't you and someone else hurried away, confused I didn't think anything of it until I knew the last time I saw you it wouldn't even be you.

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Sep 17, 2019

Sep 17, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC

You I Saw

It's so nice to see you I said but when you turned around it wasn't you and someone else hurried away, confused I didn't think anything of it until I knew the last time I saw you it wouldn't even be you.

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