k3410n - Hello Poetry

Dear Reader, I'd just like a few moments of your time. A few minutes to illustrate how and why I love Fall so much. Fall is full of colours, Full of sweaters, Full of breezes that give you just a little chill. But most of all? it's full of a variety of changes. Relationships end, They begin, People have an air of change about them, something magical... Something Whimsical. Do you know what I love the absolute most though? Her. I love how her wild spirit matches the changes in the leaves. Her hair in the wind reminds me of the wheat, as it sways this way and that. Her smile is like the sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds - A brilliant radiance that I cannot be more grateful for. But most of all... The curve of her hand in mine is like a kind of natural magic. Something graceful and fierce and sensual and teasing. All one and the same. It's beautiful. I could compare her to a summer's day, but what's the point? She is magic. She is the fall. She is MY fall. And she is my love.

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC

Dear Reader - Fall 09/15/2019

Dear Reader, I'd just like a few moments of your time. A few minutes to illustrate how and why I love Fall so much. Fall is full of colours, Full of sweaters, Full of breezes that give you just a little chill. But most of all? it's full of a variety of changes. Relationships end, They begin, People have an air of change about them, something magical... Something Whimsical. Do you know what I love the absolute most though? Her. I love how her wild spirit matches the changes in the leaves. Her hair in the wind reminds me of the wheat, as it sways this way and that. Her smile is like the sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds - A brilliant radiance that I cannot be more grateful for. But most of all... The curve of her hand in mine is like a kind of natural magic. Something graceful and fierce and sensual and teasing. All one and the same. It's beautiful. I could compare her to a summer's day, but what's the point? She is magic. She is the fall. She is MY fall. And she is my love.

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This day has been overall pretty good Then the shoe drops. Nothing major, No death, bad news, Or even a scrape. Something small today, Like turning your head and missing something. You've forgotten something that was Deep down. But, like most things in life, Chaos does it's wonderful work and Changes everything. You're reminded of your first love. Something that happened so long ago That it's merely a faded memory. A shell of what it once was. Although the more you think about it, Infection spreads. It works it's way through your whole body and mind, And now your day is slanted. An apt description is like the picture You walk by on the wall every day, But today, Be it the settling of the house, Shutting a cupboard a little too hard, Or even looking at it for once, You notice that it's askew. I wish it was as simple as leveling it, caressing it's worn-smooth edges, Looking up at it and smiling, Knowing that it's a wonderful memory and Helped you become who you are before you move on. But like the humanity in all of us, You wonder about it. "How did it shift?" "What happened that it turned?" "Why is this eating at me so much?" And on, And on, Until you cannot contain yourself. Mind spiraling out of control As it feels like its eating you up inside. Your heart breaks once again, Anew. You relive that memory over, And over, And over. But, alas. Most of us cannot shut it down, Cannot turn it off. We just have to sit with it, Ruminating on the memory, Until it decides to quiet itself Once again. Through all this, We soldier on.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC

We soldier on 03/01/2017

This day has been overall pretty good Then the shoe drops. Nothing major, No death, bad news, Or even a scrape. Something small today, Like turning your head and missing something. You've forgotten something that was Deep down. But, like most things in life, Chaos does it's wonderful work and Changes everything. You're reminded of your first love. Something that happened so long ago That it's merely a faded memory. A shell of what it once was. Although the more you think about it, Infection spreads. It works it's way through your whole body and mind, And now your day is slanted. An apt description is like the picture You walk by on the wall every day, But today, Be it the settling of the house, Shutting a cupboard a little too hard, Or even looking at it for once, You notice that it's askew. I wish it was as simple as leveling it, caressing it's worn-smooth edges, Looking up at it and smiling, Knowing that it's a wonderful memory and Helped you become who you are before you move on. But like the humanity in all of us, You wonder about it. "How did it shift?" "What happened that it turned?" "Why is this eating at me so much?" And on, And on, Until you cannot contain yourself. Mind spiraling out of control As it feels like its eating you up inside. Your heart breaks once again, Anew. You relive that memory over, And over, And over. But, alas. Most of us cannot shut it down, Cannot turn it off. We just have to sit with it, Ruminating on the memory, Until it decides to quiet itself Once again. Through all this, We soldier on.

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A fine stillness overtakes me Balanced on the edge of a knife. Emotional upheaval, Physical longing, Psychological unrest. These are all fleeting things. Moments. Like a seed, Hanging in the breeze. Momentary bewilderment, At being set free. Then falling, Gut wrenching, Traumatic, Exhilarating, Joyful. These things last but a second. Stress, Pain, Joy, Sorrow. Fight through it and you'll see. Stillness.

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

A Fine Stillness

A fine stillness overtakes me Balanced on the edge of a knife. Emotional upheaval, Physical longing, Psychological unrest. These are all fleeting things. Moments. Like a seed, Hanging in the breeze. Momentary bewilderment, At being set free. Then falling, Gut wrenching, Traumatic, Exhilarating, Joyful. These things last but a second. Stress, Pain, Joy, Sorrow. Fight through it and you'll see. Stillness.

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I seem to keep finding more and more scars lately. I'm not sure where they come from, Although I have the memories From them. They just keep appearing Out of no where, Like chips in a windshield Or cracks in a mirror. Somehow, Somewhere, Something happened. The memories are like music in a dream. I can hear it clear as a bell, But when I wake up it flutters away, Leaving just an echo.

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC

New Scars

I seem to keep finding more and more scars lately. I'm not sure where they come from, Although I have the memories From them. They just keep appearing Out of no where, Like chips in a windshield Or cracks in a mirror. Somehow, Somewhere, Something happened. The memories are like music in a dream. I can hear it clear as a bell, But when I wake up it flutters away, Leaving just an echo.

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All I want, All I've ever wanted, Is time alone with you. Twenty minutes, A half hour, It isn't too much to ask, Is it? I want to know you, In a way that so few Ever have. I want to show you My tattoos and scars. I want to see yours. I want to run My hands over them, Hear their stories And how you healed them. I want to tell you Stories of the people I've lost. I want to hear yours Of the people you've Loved. I want to kiss away Your tears, Like only you have For mine. I've only wanted some Time. Alone with you.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

Alone

All I want, All I've ever wanted, Is time alone with you. Twenty minutes, A half hour, It isn't too much to ask, Is it? I want to know you, In a way that so few Ever have. I want to show you My tattoos and scars. I want to see yours. I want to run My hands over them, Hear their stories And how you healed them. I want to tell you Stories of the people I've lost. I want to hear yours Of the people you've Loved. I want to kiss away Your tears, Like only you have For mine. I've only wanted some Time. Alone with you.

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After years of arduous struggle with a muse that had no use for me aside from her petty problems and guilt, I may have found a new muse. Exciting as that may be, I must be cautious because it may just be another clever ruse by life again. But the hope still exists. And that, my friends, is what makes it so sweet.

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC

A New Muse?

After years of arduous struggle with a muse that had no use for me aside from her petty problems and guilt, I may have found a new muse. Exciting as that may be, I must be cautious because it may just be another clever ruse by life again. But the hope still exists. And that, my friends, is what makes it so sweet.

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Help me. I've fallen madly in love with A woman that lives 300 miles away And I've only met her once. She is the one woman that I compare everyone else to, But I can't find happiness Without her. I've fallen madly in love with A beautiful woman that somehow Makes me smile, And I can't tell if I've forgotten Or if I lost the secret to Making her smile. Help, please.

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC

Help Me

Help me. I've fallen madly in love with A woman that lives 300 miles away And I've only met her once. She is the one woman that I compare everyone else to, But I can't find happiness Without her. I've fallen madly in love with A beautiful woman that somehow Makes me smile, And I can't tell if I've forgotten Or if I lost the secret to Making her smile. Help, please.

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There really is Something about A 4am drive. Its something special. A camaraderie between you And those select few That either want Or need To be on the road At this ungodly hour. Fortunately My decision is choice And I relish these empty streets. Alone with my thoughts That's all I ask for these days.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC

A Mid-night Drive

There really is Something about A 4am drive. Its something special. A camaraderie between you And those select few That either want Or need To be on the road At this ungodly hour. Fortunately My decision is choice And I relish these empty streets. Alone with my thoughts That's all I ask for these days.

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"I loved you once", He said out loud, As though she could hear him. Unfortunately, though She was a thousand miles away At all times. Eventually those miles turned To light years With neither knowing what happened. Years later, she found herself Thinking about him. "I loved him once" Was all she thought As life went on. A memory in the wind. Fleeting.

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Oct 29, 2013

Oct 29, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC

I loved you once.

"I loved you once", He said out loud, As though she could hear him. Unfortunately, though She was a thousand miles away At all times. Eventually those miles turned To light years With neither knowing what happened. Years later, she found herself Thinking about him. "I loved him once" Was all she thought As life went on. A memory in the wind. Fleeting.

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I want to show you my scars Not for you to pity me But so you'll understand. I'll show you the ones of my arms From fights. On my chest For the heartbreaks. On my back For my misdeeds. I want to show you my scars So you'll understand. So you will see what I've seen. Tell you my stories. The fights that I've had Have made me stronger. The heartbreaks I've endured Have made me smarter. The misdeeds I've made Have made me vicious. Let me show you my scars, Run your fingers over them. Listen to my stories And feel how I've lived Up to this point. Can you endure as I have? Would you accept my challenge?

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Apr 27, 2013

Apr 27, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC

Scars

I want to show you my scars Not for you to pity me But so you'll understand. I'll show you the ones of my arms From fights. On my chest For the heartbreaks. On my back For my misdeeds. I want to show you my scars So you'll understand. So you will see what I've seen. Tell you my stories. The fights that I've had Have made me stronger. The heartbreaks I've endured Have made me smarter. The misdeeds I've made Have made me vicious. Let me show you my scars, Run your fingers over them. Listen to my stories And feel how I've lived Up to this point. Can you endure as I have? Would you accept my challenge?

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