jillyan-adams - Hello Poetry

There is an old adage - I'm sure you've heard it - that life without movement is death. today I feel the truth of it somewhere between my sternum and my spine as I sit here the parade of life rushing by in a distinct effort to leave me behind and all I can think all I can hear all I can know is "I am most certainly dying."

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Jul 9, 2014

Jul 9, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC

stagnation

There is an old adage - I'm sure you've heard it - that life without movement is death. today I feel the truth of it somewhere between my sternum and my spine as I sit here the parade of life rushing by in a distinct effort to leave me behind and all I can think all I can hear all I can know is "I am most certainly dying."

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Step 1) Speak any language you want. Helpful Tip: When men die, it doesn't matter what language they speak because all screams sound the same. Step 2) Worship any god you please. Helpful Tip: When men die, it doesn't matter what god supported them because all men fall the same. Step 3) Pull the trigger. Step 4) Win the war. Step 5) Lose your soul. Step 6) Let time pass you by. Step 7) Forget the lessons history taught you. Step 8) Repeat.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC

A Tutorial on How to Fight Another Man's War

Step 1) Speak any language you want. Helpful Tip: When men die, it doesn't matter what language they speak because all screams sound the same. Step 2) Worship any god you please. Helpful Tip: When men die, it doesn't matter what god supported them because all men fall the same. Step 3) Pull the trigger. Step 4) Win the war. Step 5) Lose your soul. Step 6) Let time pass you by. Step 7) Forget the lessons history taught you. Step 8) Repeat.

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You've put the sun at your back To meet it rising on the other side of the ocean I watch it sink and I am envious For it will see your face When the world turns over in its sleep And all I will see Is a cold pillow And empty sheets

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC

i wish i were the sun

You've put the sun at your back To meet it rising on the other side of the ocean I watch it sink and I am envious For it will see your face When the world turns over in its sleep And all I will see Is a cold pillow And empty sheets

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Loneliness is a hunger That eats at my hands At the vacant spaces between my fingers Devouring the place on my chest Reserved for your cheek It mocks As it consumes And I'm left Empty enough to echo

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC

for anyone who has had to start sleeping alone again

Loneliness is a hunger That eats at my hands At the vacant spaces between my fingers Devouring the place on my chest Reserved for your cheek It mocks As it consumes And I'm left Empty enough to echo

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arms draped in crescents eyes open to the pale nighttime sadness we lay like a mural on the darkness of bedsheets we shiver like silver stars leave their trails on our cheeks we have never been more radiant we have never been more heartbroken we are the moon

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC

we are the moon

arms draped in crescents eyes open to the pale nighttime sadness we lay like a mural on the darkness of bedsheets we shiver like silver stars leave their trails on our cheeks we have never been more radiant we have never been more heartbroken we are the moon

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it will be a very long time before i stop thinking of your lips every time i hear the word "kiss"

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC

it will be a very long time

it will be a very long time before i stop thinking of your lips every time i hear the word "kiss"

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you brave and foolish soul found me here followed into my impossible labyrinth to battle with glowing torch the demons the fanged savages those howling monsters that take me into their chest bind me up in their fury til my jaws rage and claws strike deep into your earnest heart and only after the damage has run its burning course will they drop me the fire flickering away from my hollowed eyes and i will see your tears and i will press my scarred forehead to your quivering feet and with what is left of my agony dragging itself from the ruins of what is left of my soul beg for a forgiveness that you had already given even before i ceased to be myself.

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC

You Have Already Seen

you brave and foolish soul found me here followed into my impossible labyrinth to battle with glowing torch the demons the fanged savages those howling monsters that take me into their chest bind me up in their fury til my jaws rage and claws strike deep into your earnest heart and only after the damage has run its burning course will they drop me the fire flickering away from my hollowed eyes and i will see your tears and i will press my scarred forehead to your quivering feet and with what is left of my agony dragging itself from the ruins of what is left of my soul beg for a forgiveness that you had already given even before i ceased to be myself.

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If I had a million hearts, they'd all be yours.

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC

Ten words, for Her.

If I had a million hearts, they'd all be yours.

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But who else will have peace in their palm When they lay it across My ribs At night. Who else As they slumber beneath A blanket of freckles and Dreaming eyelids, Will whisper into the dark air With a gentle cadence of breaths The particular softness that cradles my heart And lets me Close my aching eyes And rest.

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC

Protestation

But who else will have peace in their palm When they lay it across My ribs At night. Who else As they slumber beneath A blanket of freckles and Dreaming eyelids, Will whisper into the dark air With a gentle cadence of breaths The particular softness that cradles my heart And lets me Close my aching eyes And rest.

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"I tried. I tried. I tried." A scream so desperate it turns into the grating whine of a whipped dog. The begging in the eyes and the white of gripping knuckles. "I tried, I promise I tried." The damage is massive. I cradle the shoulders of the full-grown man in my left arm, my right hand hovering helplessly across where half his body used to be. It's too much. He's shaking, trying to pull himself into my chest, based on the feel of his hands. I find his eyes. He's begging, repeating himself with agonizing desperation. I grip his face firmly in my right hand, smearing blood and sweat. The pressure on his jaw slows his words and he is staring at me with the deep-eyed trust of a loyal hound, sinking into the promise of my unwavering gaze. "You did well," I murmur, giving his head a gentle shake to emphasize my words. I blink to clear the pooling in my eyes. His mouth is open, slack, but he tries a smile. He is choking. On bone or blood, something I cannot see. His legs **** convulsively, but he doesn't seem to notice. He keeps my eyes. I gently rock his head with my hand and his eyes grow absent. His legs grow still. I weep into his mangled chest.

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC

untitled 5

"I tried. I tried. I tried." A scream so desperate it turns into the grating whine of a whipped dog. The begging in the eyes and the white of gripping knuckles. "I tried, I promise I tried." The damage is massive. I cradle the shoulders of the full-grown man in my left arm, my right hand hovering helplessly across where half his body used to be. It's too much. He's shaking, trying to pull himself into my chest, based on the feel of his hands. I find his eyes. He's begging, repeating himself with agonizing desperation. I grip his face firmly in my right hand, smearing blood and sweat. The pressure on his jaw slows his words and he is staring at me with the deep-eyed trust of a loyal hound, sinking into the promise of my unwavering gaze. "You did well," I murmur, giving his head a gentle shake to emphasize my words. I blink to clear the pooling in my eyes. His mouth is open, slack, but he tries a smile. He is choking. On bone or blood, something I cannot see. His legs **** convulsively, but he doesn't seem to notice. He keeps my eyes. I gently rock his head with my hand and his eyes grow absent. His legs grow still. I weep into his mangled chest.

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