kat-zimmerman - Hello Poetry

enveloping white silence stills manic pattering thoughts gentles erratic energy pulsing through living, breathing electric wire connecting You to I our hands twined tight as we watch the snow fall tonight

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC

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enveloping white silence stills manic pattering thoughts gentles erratic energy pulsing through living, breathing electric wire connecting You to I our hands twined tight as we watch the snow fall tonight

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i live for the moments when i smell you in my clothes and on my skin they remind me of what happiness is

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC

#9

i live for the moments when i smell you in my clothes and on my skin they remind me of what happiness is

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This is the last time our two lips shall touch The last time we share our essences, passing one to the other in gentle exhales This is the last early morning I wake up to you Our last cup of coffee I will stall this last conversation: drawl and pause and share deep sighs as we lean over the balcony staring at the snow falling on the mountain It seems relevant that it is sunny as we share these final words We've come full circle - our beginning so startlingly similar to this quiet, hopeful end. I could say all the words of love/hate but shouldn't dare don't dare for all the things you've done for me All I will say is Adieu to you, my dear

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC

#8

This is the last time our two lips shall touch The last time we share our essences, passing one to the other in gentle exhales This is the last early morning I wake up to you Our last cup of coffee I will stall this last conversation: drawl and pause and share deep sighs as we lean over the balcony staring at the snow falling on the mountain It seems relevant that it is sunny as we share these final words We've come full circle - our beginning so startlingly similar to this quiet, hopeful end. I could say all the words of love/hate but shouldn't dare don't dare for all the things you've done for me All I will say is Adieu to you, my dear

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There was a game she didn't know she was playing. It was subtle - a game of trickery and silver tongues; a magic trick. In one hand and out the other. Her moves were innocent, made in the name of friendship and understanding. A big heart, a warm soul, an easy target. The magician smiled - sharp and bright - and proceeded to saw her in half. Parting is such sweet sorrow. she stumbled, she bled, she tripped and she fell. she didn't win the game - didn't even place. She got distracted by the smooth talking wolf in a tuxedo and cape. I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down. Game over. You Win. She limps off stage and is forgotten.

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC

#7

There was a game she didn't know she was playing. It was subtle - a game of trickery and silver tongues; a magic trick. In one hand and out the other. Her moves were innocent, made in the name of friendship and understanding. A big heart, a warm soul, an easy target. The magician smiled - sharp and bright - and proceeded to saw her in half. Parting is such sweet sorrow. she stumbled, she bled, she tripped and she fell. she didn't win the game - didn't even place. She got distracted by the smooth talking wolf in a tuxedo and cape. I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down. Game over. You Win. She limps off stage and is forgotten.

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late night drinking with my mother is like playing a game of chess --Except she doesn't follow the rules one would think if you grow something in/outside of you love would flourish --Except she doesn't follow the rules instead her pawns play referee as the bishop preaches the carnal sins of man while the rook towers overhead in silent judgment voiced only in shrill, angry cries backed by a never-can-do-wrong queen of hearts - angry, bloated, red like her wine there are no turns there is no board just late night drinking with my mother who plays by no rules

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Jul 11, 2015

Jul 11, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC

#6

late night drinking with my mother is like playing a game of chess --Except she doesn't follow the rules one would think if you grow something in/outside of you love would flourish --Except she doesn't follow the rules instead her pawns play referee as the bishop preaches the carnal sins of man while the rook towers overhead in silent judgment voiced only in shrill, angry cries backed by a never-can-do-wrong queen of hearts - angry, bloated, red like her wine there are no turns there is no board just late night drinking with my mother who plays by no rules

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Sometimes I'm lying When I'm saying, "I love you." But really I'm not.

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC

#5

Sometimes I'm lying When I'm saying, "I love you." But really I'm not.

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the other night i had a realization that the world sees only in black and white i was filling out some "official government forms" because the world runs on paperwork, paperwork, paperwork they left me a space to fill out my gender my *** my options were male or female black or white i don't want that because i'm not that i am not black i am not white i am the grey space in between i am proud of who i am and want to shout it from the windows and fill it out on my "official government forms" that i fit in no simple category that i am complicated -- a whole new beast they want to claim and tame me but won't name me the way i wish to be named won't raise me look at me speak to me the way i know they should they tell me that i am on one side or the other when i walk in no man's land i have to choose between the judgments of an M or an F when i am already fighting the stares and confused, questioning head tilts of strangers, family, friends because i have found comfort in who i am strength in my identity that defies the norms and they still don't understand that every day is a challenge a new mountain to climb because this world sees only in black and white

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC

#4

the other night i had a realization that the world sees only in black and white i was filling out some "official government forms" because the world runs on paperwork, paperwork, paperwork they left me a space to fill out my gender my *** my options were male or female black or white i don't want that because i'm not that i am not black i am not white i am the grey space in between i am proud of who i am and want to shout it from the windows and fill it out on my "official government forms" that i fit in no simple category that i am complicated -- a whole new beast they want to claim and tame me but won't name me the way i wish to be named won't raise me look at me speak to me the way i know they should they tell me that i am on one side or the other when i walk in no man's land i have to choose between the judgments of an M or an F when i am already fighting the stares and confused, questioning head tilts of strangers, family, friends because i have found comfort in who i am strength in my identity that defies the norms and they still don't understand that every day is a challenge a new mountain to climb because this world sees only in black and white

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back in the day - which wasn't a tuesday, by the way - but my glory days when i was supposedly on the right track bursting with talent full of potential i was crazy to think i could have gone somewhere on words alone despite the incredible power they hold

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Dec 20, 2014

Dec 20, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC

#3

back in the day - which wasn't a tuesday, by the way - but my glory days when i was supposedly on the right track bursting with talent full of potential i was crazy to think i could have gone somewhere on words alone despite the incredible power they hold

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every night our bodies curl like apostrophes you dream well sleep sweet i love you me

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC

#2

every night our bodies curl like apostrophes you dream well sleep sweet i love you me

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i want to start something - pick up an instrument, a brush, a flash - want to get this thing inside of me out sweet and sharp a cluster of contradictions that ebb and flow smoothly from one e x t r e m e t o a n o t h e r it feels electric, burning, bright - like the stars are under my skin leaving me thrumming, aching it ZINGS Rings Round and round my head heart home

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC

#1

i want to start something - pick up an instrument, a brush, a flash - want to get this thing inside of me out sweet and sharp a cluster of contradictions that ebb and flow smoothly from one e x t r e m e t o a n o t h e r it feels electric, burning, bright - like the stars are under my skin leaving me thrumming, aching it ZINGS Rings Round and round my head heart home

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