jacksandlopes - Hello Poetry

I am something you all know well Some of you can’t function with me and some of you can’t focus without me I am a small, timid thing Easily spooked, should you make a sound and always flitting from place to place I am the moment when realization sinks in When the doors stop slamming and the heat fueling your anger no longer burns I am the moment when fresh snow blankets the ground When the sun shines, but never warms and birdsong is lost to the early morning breeze I am the moment when you’re alone in bed When the world around you sleeps and you’re too old for the shadows to be scary I am something that’s never heard, never seen, and never felt simply experienced I am silence - t.h.

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Oct 26, 2019

Oct 26, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC

jacksandlopes

I Am

I am something you all know well Some of you can’t function with me and some of you can’t focus without me I am a small, timid thing Easily spooked, should you make a sound and always flitting from place to place I am the moment when realization sinks in When the doors stop slamming and the heat fueling your anger no longer burns I am the moment when fresh snow blankets the ground When the sun shines, but never warms and birdsong is lost to the early morning breeze I am the moment when you’re alone in bed When the world around you sleeps and you’re too old for the shadows to be scary I am something that’s never heard, never seen, and never felt simply experienced I am silence - t.h.

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I address this letter to you, in part to speak of a new time in my life. For a dashing beau has stolen my heart - your youngest is set to become a wife! His touch is cold as a December day, but his heart’s warm as the high summer sun. He doesn’t seem the type to go and stray, just don’t expect grandbabes - he ain’t much fun! He’s a striking gentleman, famous too, and he pens the most beautiful of works! So, with this, my life shall begin anew. Hello city folk, goodbye Georgia berks! If y’all plan to meet, you’re plum outta luck, alas, my dear Edgar is dead as **** - t.h.

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Oct 20, 2019

Oct 20, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC

jacksandlopes

My dear father,

I address this letter to you, in part to speak of a new time in my life. For a dashing beau has stolen my heart - your youngest is set to become a wife! His touch is cold as a December day, but his heart’s warm as the high summer sun. He doesn’t seem the type to go and stray, just don’t expect grandbabes - he ain’t much fun! He’s a striking gentleman, famous too, and he pens the most beautiful of works! So, with this, my life shall begin anew. Hello city folk, goodbye Georgia berks! If y’all plan to meet, you’re plum outta luck, alas, my dear Edgar is dead as **** - t.h.

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I pose a petition to change the condition where "birthday" gets its name Given this tradition in its opposition is, in short, a false claim Since all through fruition a lowly mortician waits patiently to tame your sole apparition as you near transition to the end of the game - t.h.

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Oct 19, 2019

Oct 19, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC

jacksandlopes

Abolition's Ignition

I pose a petition to change the condition where "birthday" gets its name Given this tradition in its opposition is, in short, a false claim Since all through fruition a lowly mortician waits patiently to tame your sole apparition as you near transition to the end of the game - t.h.

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He stands on a cliff called love Overlooking the abyss I call out behind him He’s ready. He backtracks along the rocky surface My face turns dark The earth beneath him gives way He’s falling. He reaches out Clawing at the darkness My hands grab his He’s safe. I stand on a cliff called love Overlooking the abyss He calls out behind me I’m ready. I backtrack along the rocky surface His face turns dark The earth beneath me gives way I’m falling. I reach out Clawing at the darkness The abyss swallows me I’m alone. - t.h.

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC

jacksandlopes

A Cliff Called Love

He stands on a cliff called love Overlooking the abyss I call out behind him He’s ready. He backtracks along the rocky surface My face turns dark The earth beneath him gives way He’s falling. He reaches out Clawing at the darkness My hands grab his He’s safe. I stand on a cliff called love Overlooking the abyss He calls out behind me I’m ready. I backtrack along the rocky surface His face turns dark The earth beneath me gives way I’m falling. I reach out Clawing at the darkness The abyss swallows me I’m alone. - t.h.

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