kim-e-williams - Hello Poetry

tilted...off balance unsettled...dis eased you seem so earth bound, so in place all of you...well...many of you no matter for my restless and my peculiar sprite screams...unheard muffled into whispers by convention and intentional limitations...imposed on me...embraced by me for there is comfort in the arms of not doing...of shifting upon the pea in the mattress...limping away from the stone in the shoe...enduring the unpleasant incessant prodding of ... of... you to...for too long OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD----- STOP! i give up ...fine..now what? tell me what to do! **** you. ---------silence---------- i need a translator for this constant, loud, chattering white noise...

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC

Tilted Off

tilted...off balance unsettled...dis eased you seem so earth bound, so in place all of you...well...many of you no matter for my restless and my peculiar sprite screams...unheard muffled into whispers by convention and intentional limitations...imposed on me...embraced by me for there is comfort in the arms of not doing...of shifting upon the pea in the mattress...limping away from the stone in the shoe...enduring the unpleasant incessant prodding of ... of... you to...for too long OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD----- STOP! i give up ...fine..now what? tell me what to do! **** you. ---------silence---------- i need a translator for this constant, loud, chattering white noise...

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See them hiding there…behind The ass-umptions Peeking within the cheeks of clauses Phrases Phantoms daring to pronounce Your memories Best forgotten and sullen Actions Pole dancing impressions on the axis of Anxiousness Sliding silently along the line From hip to **** A cocked look from the slit ‘tween Consonant on vowel a.e.i.o…you Know the no-nos Whispering around conjunctions Reminding you of other _unts Too old or too young for sanctified hosts Oh God…please don’t tell anyone …still God knows and my poems… My poems know your secrets

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC

My Poems Know Your Secrets

See them hiding there…behind The ass-umptions Peeking within the cheeks of clauses Phrases Phantoms daring to pronounce Your memories Best forgotten and sullen Actions Pole dancing impressions on the axis of Anxiousness Sliding silently along the line From hip to **** A cocked look from the slit ‘tween Consonant on vowel a.e.i.o…you Know the no-nos Whispering around conjunctions Reminding you of other _unts Too old or too young for sanctified hosts Oh God…please don’t tell anyone …still God knows and my poems… My poems know your secrets

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When the snow comes It's fur cloak of white Muffling and blending plans Cardinals become red birds And Sophisticated adult schemes Fall to childhood dreams

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Feb 24, 2015

Feb 24, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC

When The Snow Comes

When the snow comes It's fur cloak of white Muffling and blending plans Cardinals become red birds And Sophisticated adult schemes Fall to childhood dreams

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Crisp cotton sheets Wrapped in layers of down and doubt Silken shifts and daring dreams Wandering arms, hands and schemes In this sunrise, season, shaping We meet Morning.

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC

Morning

Crisp cotton sheets Wrapped in layers of down and doubt Silken shifts and daring dreams Wandering arms, hands and schemes In this sunrise, season, shaping We meet Morning.

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Stopped By Pain in the back Stilled By Mucus and head aches Silenced By Laryngitis and miscellaneous fears Stopped. Stilled. Silenced. Filtered sun through mid-day blinds Distilled thoughts of shallow mind Yield Little light or clarity Sheets damp with familiar musk Covers twisted into a personal husk Descent Into loathing and disdain Stopped. Stilled. Revealed. In sickness and in health The union within of lies to self Broken Stolen Dying…yielding

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC

On Being Sick

Stopped By Pain in the back Stilled By Mucus and head aches Silenced By Laryngitis and miscellaneous fears Stopped. Stilled. Silenced. Filtered sun through mid-day blinds Distilled thoughts of shallow mind Yield Little light or clarity Sheets damp with familiar musk Covers twisted into a personal husk Descent Into loathing and disdain Stopped. Stilled. Revealed. In sickness and in health The union within of lies to self Broken Stolen Dying…yielding

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Lust One of those words that turns you Grabs likes and causes comments Lustful Lingering upon lust Requires courage for we can be trapped Inside her endless taunting and tasting Saltiness of you while waves crashing Cause us to linger...lost In the luscious luxury of you Lust... Shhhhhh... We dare not speak your other names *** Passion Pleasure Self satisfaction Sultry sensuous Luxurious lust...

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC

Lusting

Lust One of those words that turns you Grabs likes and causes comments Lustful Lingering upon lust Requires courage for we can be trapped Inside her endless taunting and tasting Saltiness of you while waves crashing Cause us to linger...lost In the luscious luxury of you Lust... Shhhhhh... We dare not speak your other names *** Passion Pleasure Self satisfaction Sultry sensuous Luxurious lust...

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Gnarled fingers hold Gently The dog-eared photos of youth Shingled eyes search repeatedly Among shades of white and ash Wavering hope yields Regret for memories lost, trampled Underneath Rote recollections Snapped This snap shot is…this…me?

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC

Senility Me

Gnarled fingers hold Gently The dog-eared photos of youth Shingled eyes search repeatedly Among shades of white and ash Wavering hope yields Regret for memories lost, trampled Underneath Rote recollections Snapped This snap shot is…this…me?

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The digital exhale Pushing out Content creation and idea regurgitation Outfacing ideas, concepts These things become the shell, the defined exterior of us The fodder for perceptions Of others About us We update, share, ideate and create We post, pronounce and proclaim We share with trite exclamations Cute cats And clever #hashtags We spray forth our digital exhale Hoping Believing that we will be, become this feed Of me Until we are Out Of breath And then We must, gasping Pause. Stop. In the momentary emptiness of ourselves The frightening hollow Of our millisecond of solitude Touches of singularity Haunting, taunting us With ourselves

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC

Digital Exhale

The digital exhale Pushing out Content creation and idea regurgitation Outfacing ideas, concepts These things become the shell, the defined exterior of us The fodder for perceptions Of others About us We update, share, ideate and create We post, pronounce and proclaim We share with trite exclamations Cute cats And clever #hashtags We spray forth our digital exhale Hoping Believing that we will be, become this feed Of me Until we are Out Of breath And then We must, gasping Pause. Stop. In the momentary emptiness of ourselves The frightening hollow Of our millisecond of solitude Touches of singularity Haunting, taunting us With ourselves

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Eagles weep the dust of fury Glory hangs in a breeze filled sky Trumpets howl forth silence Empty eyes gaze on debris and cry Paradox rains upon sweltering souls Discordant melodies find no harmonic tone Sleeping giants fail to wake Dreams of horror in daylight come Restrained talons seek to rip Flesh and bone. Retribution wails Bridled shouts from viper lips Broken tongues speechless, still Such foreign chaos, grief born questions Here rests doubt, fear rooting Anger to pain beget rage Tearing fabric, destroying the shoot A blast through heart’s cage Cries, screams and eternal rage Why! Demands our soul Why? Defiant voices entreat Into this realm of despair Touching sinew of exposed hope Lifting corpse-like remains Our Hope stands, lifted hands In a speechless voice the whisper comes Gentle words rock our perilous stance Words carefully spoken, deeply heard Faith, Hope, Love the memory calls Again, glorious birds will find their songs Heavy banners will lift in a gentle breeze Clarion call of brass sounds, proclaims Life has come and still remains

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC

Eagles Weep

Eagles weep the dust of fury Glory hangs in a breeze filled sky Trumpets howl forth silence Empty eyes gaze on debris and cry Paradox rains upon sweltering souls Discordant melodies find no harmonic tone Sleeping giants fail to wake Dreams of horror in daylight come Restrained talons seek to rip Flesh and bone. Retribution wails Bridled shouts from viper lips Broken tongues speechless, still Such foreign chaos, grief born questions Here rests doubt, fear rooting Anger to pain beget rage Tearing fabric, destroying the shoot A blast through heart’s cage Cries, screams and eternal rage Why! Demands our soul Why? Defiant voices entreat Into this realm of despair Touching sinew of exposed hope Lifting corpse-like remains Our Hope stands, lifted hands In a speechless voice the whisper comes Gentle words rock our perilous stance Words carefully spoken, deeply heard Faith, Hope, Love the memory calls Again, glorious birds will find their songs Heavy banners will lift in a gentle breeze Clarion call of brass sounds, proclaims Life has come and still remains

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I tried to write about abuse How the hitting makes the Hurting ease The shame and fear rage out and strike Bleeding, pulsing crimson shrieks and shouts Curling fists and guts Determined to be done To be finished with the fear and frustration Cursing, blaming, hating another person And yourself is somehow easier More natural When loving isn't easily There, anywhere Absent from awareness like Light in the darkness jumping shadows But then, I wasn't sure if I was writing about him or her... Ouch.

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

Abusers

I tried to write about abuse How the hitting makes the Hurting ease The shame and fear rage out and strike Bleeding, pulsing crimson shrieks and shouts Curling fists and guts Determined to be done To be finished with the fear and frustration Cursing, blaming, hating another person And yourself is somehow easier More natural When loving isn't easily There, anywhere Absent from awareness like Light in the darkness jumping shadows But then, I wasn't sure if I was writing about him or her... Ouch.

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