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jo123
jo123
Simply put, I am a lover of words.
It's an odd feeling When you realize that if given a map, a pin, and a question. You would just stand there staring Still wondering where home is.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Where the heart lies.
I haven't written in months, as I avoid running into you in my thoughts I was trying to forget you, but I realize that you appear nonetheless Just there at my most vulnerable when my mind flounders over the past There you remain and lie in wait knowing your presence leads to dominance. I abhor you for interfering with my thoughts As I approach the fall into a slumber you are there In unforeseen trickles that cause my eyes to slam open Your slow creep brings the wash of shame and the grip of fear Shame, in that I let you treat me the way you did And that I didn't run, but remained standing beside you After humorous encounters turned to frightening obedience Pain became the game for you as I struggled to gain my footing Wicked smiles made my heartbeat far too fast As I tried to anticipate your needs to avoid an unjustified punishment Or at least a less severe grip of your hands and the bruises that followed As they strained to grip tightly to inflict your own sorrow As I spin through the whirlwind of memories, they leave me stilled For I cannot seem to recall a time with you that wasn't painful Emotionally crippling or fearfully violent, I shudder at the moments That I thought I was in love.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
As I Peel Crayons.
I can't remember not falling Swirling lights waver magnificently Enticing thoughts into a fine mosaic That you and I no longer hear Yet, my ears strain for That ticklish melody Who held sunrises and sunflowers in time capsules of devious accord Drawn by its wolfish howls And dangerous tenacity Oh, how painless it was to slip on that second skin Though, its removal was far from godly and no stranger to malice unmasked the anguished well-wisher As onus pined for its keeper While doubt feathered the weary Laying its soft touches on bruised shoulders That lost the will to carry the weight of your unknowns.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Weight of a Feathered Touch.
I am the queen of the unfinished series, conversations, books, hearts, and paintings are the few that lie in my wake Breadcrumbs that can't be followed the trail that offensively goes cold Yet, all I have been told Is that I am Just an instantaneous tornado That leaves everyone reeling.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
Breadcrumb
I used to love yellow roses yet, as they contour the sides of your appreciatively closed box I silently scorn them As inappropriate laughter bubbles from my lips and enraged stares take self-preserving aim at a selfish girl, in rumpled clothes deficient in all anticipated signs of sorrow Who's mind wandered to the arching rafters With a single selfish utterance, distorted with frustration that someone so detached could effortlessly ruin my favorite flower.
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
My Old Favorite.
It is safe to say you have unraveled In a way some may view as cumbersome I can only find brilliance for what remains is just short of divine (carefree?) As your head touches down the moonlight plays its infamous part Of bathing the admired in a immortalizing glow while the nights symphony lulls Anxiousness no longer lingers your brow And your hands lay luxuriously still While dreams take your eyes to what I hope to be safer shores than those I know you to have already traveled
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Nighttime's Safer Shores.
I find it strange The cracks that surface when silence rules the air and solitude the heart As the previously scoffed transforms its cruelty into realization of obvious avoidance oh, the fangs from that muffled shroud Yet, in this place where trickles of thoughts become raging rivers that bear too much burden and burst the dam of denial Peace can be found for in this underwater funhouse Reflections can become guides that will lead (me & you) back to self
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
Radio silence
Come now, spill your secrets on this slowly rising floor paint me in your misdeeds for I am craving new colors flickering eyes expose fresh hesitancy that lingers clearly upon untasted tongue that (despairingly) longs for freedom unfurl cold nuiscances they hold no power here come, proclaim your hidden inquiries while we’ll decorate these steel walls in our variegated offences
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
Spill
These cold months leave me haggard Breathless, as I struggle to regain my grip Slipping through plains of uncertainty Seeking that evasive simplicity Scoffing at past words of comfort That so gallantly wrapped the falsehood Of time and its fabled curative powers How I have been eagerly deceived Jaded breath travels forward Seeking concord in old and battered retentions To only be limited by brooding reality Where lays my pool of forgetting? Utterances wisp past insistently Avowing it to be just beyond While others toy and slowly slither Hissing of its non-existence By miscalculating step I fumble Mind drained of all, but shelled rummage As it seeps into my frame Ever hunting that eradicating amnesia
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
Elusive Winter
I think I've been a little lost lately. Maybe more than a little. This dull ache takes shape of your voice. It lulls and tugs repeating familiar soothings Past words of comfort now are readily sharpened As I close my eyes and attempt to drift Yet, I am tethered to the waking hours How I weep for neutral slumber Denial burns a fire deep into the hours As I evade past recollections of your touch Floating in bitter melancholy This eternal blending of the not easily forgotten Slowly I begin to peel off the layers My protective armor, now as brittle as parchment Easily sloughed off leaving the inevitable truth vulnerability seeps to the bone Then words that acted as knives Become my salve as I (defeated) apply Wrapping myself in the old familiarities Gently cursing you (me) for feeling so raw.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
Raw