k-mitchell - Hello Poetry

You are all round corners. There are no harsh edges to speak of. You are the deepest, clearest blue sky with no end to be found Only continued softness that pushes back at me like a pulse. All of your obscure lines and contours beg to be touched because of their rarity. I beg to touch them.

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC

k-mitchell

running circles

You are all round corners. There are no harsh edges to speak of. You are the deepest, clearest blue sky with no end to be found Only continued softness that pushes back at me like a pulse. All of your obscure lines and contours beg to be touched because of their rarity. I beg to touch them.

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counting down the minutes until it is no longer too early to go to bed. sitting by the phone, considering how desperate is "too desperate." drinking an entire bottle of wine by yourself and barely getting drunk because it's not the first time it has happened. pacing. floor laying. tile counting. wondering if it can ever really be "too early" for bed.

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May 7, 2013

May 7, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC

k-mitchell

lonely.

counting down the minutes until it is no longer too early to go to bed. sitting by the phone, considering how desperate is "too desperate." drinking an entire bottle of wine by yourself and barely getting drunk because it's not the first time it has happened. pacing. floor laying. tile counting. wondering if it can ever really be "too early" for bed.

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i am strong. i am patient. i am brave. what doesn't **** me-- wears me down to my barest bones. breaks my will. makes me stronger. like building muscle- wearing down each tendon, each fiber. until it hurts. until it no longer works. Slowly it will rebuild itself. And so will my pride. my dignity. My Power. I am Strong. I am Patient. I am Brave. What hasn't killed me- has made me Stronger. You lose, Claire.

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Oct 12, 2012

Oct 12, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC

k-mitchell

New Zealand

i am strong. i am patient. i am brave. what doesn't **** me-- wears me down to my barest bones. breaks my will. makes me stronger. like building muscle- wearing down each tendon, each fiber. until it hurts. until it no longer works. Slowly it will rebuild itself. And so will my pride. my dignity. My Power. I am Strong. I am Patient. I am Brave. What hasn't killed me- has made me Stronger. You lose, Claire.

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I miss your lips against my lips. Your hands on my hands. My knees on your knees. My nose on your neck. Your eyes and my eyes. And that being ok. Sleep? I miss sleep. With you. I miss hugging and laughing and being with you. I miss your lips against my lips. I miss your hips against my hips. I miss your face and my face. and our noses inches apart. And our eyes. And our hands. Inches. Inches. Touching inches at a time. Slowly. Barely. I miss your lips against my lips. Your hands on my hands. Your eyes and my eyes. Can I come over?

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Aug 19, 2012

Aug 19, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC

k-mitchell

Can I come over?

I miss your lips against my lips. Your hands on my hands. My knees on your knees. My nose on your neck. Your eyes and my eyes. And that being ok. Sleep? I miss sleep. With you. I miss hugging and laughing and being with you. I miss your lips against my lips. I miss your hips against my hips. I miss your face and my face. and our noses inches apart. And our eyes. And our hands. Inches. Inches. Touching inches at a time. Slowly. Barely. I miss your lips against my lips. Your hands on my hands. Your eyes and my eyes. Can I come over?

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