katherine-4 - Hello Poetry

i was stripped of the heart that i used to write with the wine still fuels me but i come up empty how can you lose something that made you?

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC

losing

i was stripped of the heart that i used to write with the wine still fuels me but i come up empty how can you lose something that made you?

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i could sleep or i could drink tomorrow will be achy just the same my body is heavy as my heart now i am balanced in a way my blood, warm and my glass half empty im sorry for seeing it that way you always wish i saw things different i just wish you would see me

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC

Or I Could Drink

i could sleep or i could drink tomorrow will be achy just the same my body is heavy as my heart now i am balanced in a way my blood, warm and my glass half empty im sorry for seeing it that way you always wish i saw things different i just wish you would see me

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i think that maybe i’ve been meaning to write this for a while i haven’t written much since your warm hands wrapped around me in the night and i pushed them off i didn’t know how to love myself i didn’t know how to hold your love i didn’t know what it was i still don’t but i still think of you of the home we built and tore apart you were the first piece of my puzzle the one i lost

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC

You Were

i think that maybe i’ve been meaning to write this for a while i haven’t written much since your warm hands wrapped around me in the night and i pushed them off i didn’t know how to love myself i didn’t know how to hold your love i didn’t know what it was i still don’t but i still think of you of the home we built and tore apart you were the first piece of my puzzle the one i lost

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The thing about love Is that nobody even Knows what it is I thought I did A few times Once, when bangs Were brushed out of my eyes By soft hands Another time When I kissed the wrong person Usually I was all wrong Now You lay in my bed My windowsill Is a soft light-box That flickers candle light Onto your smooth skin Your eyes are always smiling. I don't know if this is love Though I do love it. That's all I need to know.

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Aug 13, 2013

Aug 13, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC

All We Need To Know

The thing about love Is that nobody even Knows what it is I thought I did A few times Once, when bangs Were brushed out of my eyes By soft hands Another time When I kissed the wrong person Usually I was all wrong Now You lay in my bed My windowsill Is a soft light-box That flickers candle light Onto your smooth skin Your eyes are always smiling. I don't know if this is love Though I do love it. That's all I need to know.

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Love is not a soothing thing It is more a ruling thing Taking over me But this is not love I don't know it well enough to be. This is infatuation. This is every brittle bone in my body trying to push you away and my heart singing hallelujah when I don't even believe in a God Your names sounds Holy Your fingertips Know me I'm breaking Slowly

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC

Holy

Love is not a soothing thing It is more a ruling thing Taking over me But this is not love I don't know it well enough to be. This is infatuation. This is every brittle bone in my body trying to push you away and my heart singing hallelujah when I don't even believe in a God Your names sounds Holy Your fingertips Know me I'm breaking Slowly

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you left me with nothing but a roll of undeveloped kodak film your beautiful acetate face gleaming in the sunlight from your window on nelson do you remember that day? i cried about you last night in bed my lover understood (or so he said)

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Jul 27, 2013

Jul 27, 2013 at 3:58 AM UTC

acetate

you left me with nothing but a roll of undeveloped kodak film your beautiful acetate face gleaming in the sunlight from your window on nelson do you remember that day? i cried about you last night in bed my lover understood (or so he said)

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You wrote poems Of lovers Tracing maps on your skin Highways To a new high Secrets kisses lined Rivers of ecstasy Newly discovered An illusion: Colonial, Therefore dry and heartless Your skin screamed And sometime after Even with rivers and roads Traced by Unfamiliar hands Your heart lay still Even Silent You felt it again Palpitations Twisted Enormous Passion New love Was only recycled emotion So you recycled your body To be used by many Boring Heartless Colonial Men Then set off to find new places A new surface To hide beneath You said it was only Your love of exploration Of the new That drove you to commit These mindless acts As you secretly Tried to forget The places you’d been And you thought maybe If you Filled the map enough You’d cover up your past Maybe if you Gave your soul away In tiny pieces Distributed evenly One day There would be Nothing left No countries No surrenders No divisions of land Just still Water Still The scars of endless maps Are deep On your skin 2011

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC

Maps

You wrote poems Of lovers Tracing maps on your skin Highways To a new high Secrets kisses lined Rivers of ecstasy Newly discovered An illusion: Colonial, Therefore dry and heartless Your skin screamed And sometime after Even with rivers and roads Traced by Unfamiliar hands Your heart lay still Even Silent You felt it again Palpitations Twisted Enormous Passion New love Was only recycled emotion So you recycled your body To be used by many Boring Heartless Colonial Men Then set off to find new places A new surface To hide beneath You said it was only Your love of exploration Of the new That drove you to commit These mindless acts As you secretly Tried to forget The places you’d been And you thought maybe If you Filled the map enough You’d cover up your past Maybe if you Gave your soul away In tiny pieces Distributed evenly One day There would be Nothing left No countries No surrenders No divisions of land Just still Water Still The scars of endless maps Are deep On your skin 2011

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I've been known to write stories Instead of moving Like my bending wrist Knows just what she's doing Reality is there Smothered under a blanket Of scribbles and drawings Some hopeful dreams I think I made this More than it was Meant to be (Writing about writing is so cliche) But I cling to my words Like I'm dangling High up off the ground Holding tight to the edge of Serif-fonted letters I always thought you knew me better. And I've always tried to see the light but in doing so I never saw the darkness For what it was

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC

What I See

I've been known to write stories Instead of moving Like my bending wrist Knows just what she's doing Reality is there Smothered under a blanket Of scribbles and drawings Some hopeful dreams I think I made this More than it was Meant to be (Writing about writing is so cliche) But I cling to my words Like I'm dangling High up off the ground Holding tight to the edge of Serif-fonted letters I always thought you knew me better. And I've always tried to see the light but in doing so I never saw the darkness For what it was

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I’ve got a thirst for a life that I can’t live And i’m stuck in my head again I guess it’ll all have only ever been daydreams And when they find my body They’ll say reality tore her apart at the seams Her hands were too small To catch all the rain that fell So she drowned in a river Of empty pain I didn’t know it was possible To feel empty And to hurt At once My limbs sting With everything I never was With never having been enough And you’ll say Baby (maybe) How could you do this? And I’ll whisper From my ***** grave I loved you just the same I love you just the same Sometimes Life Is just too much Were getting overpopulated you know Too many of us here It’s a big planet you know Give it a hundred years maybe And we’ll all be gone You can forget about great-grandchildren I’m doing us a favor you know One less person on the planet I don’t want to live insignificantly I had big things planned I was going to do everything And more I don’t know how I ever believed this when I have trouble walking out the door Or taking a crowded bus Or looking someone in the eye I’m doing us a favor you know I only ever caused you pain And dismay And you only ever pushed me away.

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Jul 22, 2013

Jul 22, 2013 at 2:44 AM UTC

The Thirst

I’ve got a thirst for a life that I can’t live And i’m stuck in my head again I guess it’ll all have only ever been daydreams And when they find my body They’ll say reality tore her apart at the seams Her hands were too small To catch all the rain that fell So she drowned in a river Of empty pain I didn’t know it was possible To feel empty And to hurt At once My limbs sting With everything I never was With never having been enough And you’ll say Baby (maybe) How could you do this? And I’ll whisper From my ***** grave I loved you just the same I love you just the same Sometimes Life Is just too much Were getting overpopulated you know Too many of us here It’s a big planet you know Give it a hundred years maybe And we’ll all be gone You can forget about great-grandchildren I’m doing us a favor you know One less person on the planet I don’t want to live insignificantly I had big things planned I was going to do everything And more I don’t know how I ever believed this when I have trouble walking out the door Or taking a crowded bus Or looking someone in the eye I’m doing us a favor you know I only ever caused you pain And dismay And you only ever pushed me away.

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Do you even have emotions? Do your blue eyes Point nowhere but to a Dead Sea Is your white chest Empty Do you even think about me? This is not love Not even lust But do you feel a thing?

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Apr 12, 2013

Apr 12, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC

Emptier

Do you even have emotions? Do your blue eyes Point nowhere but to a Dead Sea Is your white chest Empty Do you even think about me? This is not love Not even lust But do you feel a thing?

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