jamie-cairns - Hello Poetry

I saw you standing in a storm The rain dripped from your fingertips and in your eyes was the echo of distant thunder A reminder that they were once a place where lightning used to flash and dance But no more.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC

The Echo

I saw you standing in a storm The rain dripped from your fingertips and in your eyes was the echo of distant thunder A reminder that they were once a place where lightning used to flash and dance But no more.

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He said he was relieved that we were compatible sexually And I knew then that he wasn't thinking about the way his fingertips ran across my body like the surface of the water It's just a reminder that I'm the only one who would compare the way I arch my back at his touch to a flower turning and facing the sun to be caressed by it's warm rays It's like he's told me that he likes the shade of my skin but mentioned nothing of its softness or the way it melts so perfectly into his His lips on my skin say they love me but everyone knows that lips lie

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Oct 4, 2013

Oct 4, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC

When to walk and when to run

He said he was relieved that we were compatible sexually And I knew then that he wasn't thinking about the way his fingertips ran across my body like the surface of the water It's just a reminder that I'm the only one who would compare the way I arch my back at his touch to a flower turning and facing the sun to be caressed by it's warm rays It's like he's told me that he likes the shade of my skin but mentioned nothing of its softness or the way it melts so perfectly into his His lips on my skin say they love me but everyone knows that lips lie

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I just remembered something There was a boy. A boy who was friends with the boy who would hit me and threaten to **** me if he ever caught me with anyone else. A boy that threw knives and destroyed his house when he was blacked out drunk beyond all sense In this state he was terrified of me. He would tell me that I had the face of an angel but eyes like the devil. And when I'd smile he'd go mad. The boy told all of his friends not to **** with me. Look at that smile. There's something about her. Don't **** with her. When he was sober the boy would forget all about it. Look upon me once again as the angel. I think that's because the rational part of his mind took over. When he was intoxicated all that remained of his senses were primal instincts. Like *** And fear. And he knew what he saw when he looked at me.

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Sep 29, 2013

Sep 29, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC

Untitled

I just remembered something There was a boy. A boy who was friends with the boy who would hit me and threaten to **** me if he ever caught me with anyone else. A boy that threw knives and destroyed his house when he was blacked out drunk beyond all sense In this state he was terrified of me. He would tell me that I had the face of an angel but eyes like the devil. And when I'd smile he'd go mad. The boy told all of his friends not to **** with me. Look at that smile. There's something about her. Don't **** with her. When he was sober the boy would forget all about it. Look upon me once again as the angel. I think that's because the rational part of his mind took over. When he was intoxicated all that remained of his senses were primal instincts. Like *** And fear. And he knew what he saw when he looked at me.

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There is an energy flowing through me A fire to consume all things An electricity from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers The need to create The need for words to pour out like water from a dam Words to change the meaning of creation Words to end time itself But pen goes to paper and it drops dead.

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC

Another Unimaginative Title Brought to You by Writers Block

There is an energy flowing through me A fire to consume all things An electricity from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers The need to create The need for words to pour out like water from a dam Words to change the meaning of creation Words to end time itself But pen goes to paper and it drops dead.

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When "always" turned to dust and forever became the sound of the ticking clock and the silence in between Tick Tock Tick Tock

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC

The Sound of Silence

When "always" turned to dust and forever became the sound of the ticking clock and the silence in between Tick Tock Tick Tock

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The Veil has been lifted. Why then, can I still not see? There are whispers. Shadows. Can you not feel it down your back? The wind that is not wind? That which you can feel but not touch That which you can only see with your eyes closed.

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Apr 26, 2013

Apr 26, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC

Blind

The Veil has been lifted. Why then, can I still not see? There are whispers. Shadows. Can you not feel it down your back? The wind that is not wind? That which you can feel but not touch That which you can only see with your eyes closed.

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Time is happening all at once. The past. The present. The future. At this moment we have not been born And we have died. At the same time, The past has never happened And the future never will. Still it drags on, moment by moment The future becomes the present becomes the past. The past exists only in our memories The future only in our dreams.

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Apr 26, 2013

Apr 26, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC

The Space In Between

Time is happening all at once. The past. The present. The future. At this moment we have not been born And we have died. At the same time, The past has never happened And the future never will. Still it drags on, moment by moment The future becomes the present becomes the past. The past exists only in our memories The future only in our dreams.

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