kimberly-semiday - Hello Poetry

I miss you in words that don't exist, the way the moon misses the sun, and plants miss rain in a drought. I miss you in feelings that I don't understand. When I scan rooms I only search for your face, but it's never there. I miss your smile, like I miss warmth, even when it's sunny I don't feel it on my skin. Your absence leaves a void, I just want to be whole again.

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Sep 23, 2016

Sep 23, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC

Forgotten

I miss you in words that don't exist, the way the moon misses the sun, and plants miss rain in a drought. I miss you in feelings that I don't understand. When I scan rooms I only search for your face, but it's never there. I miss your smile, like I miss warmth, even when it's sunny I don't feel it on my skin. Your absence leaves a void, I just want to be whole again.

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I want to know you The way your hand heats my skin Set me on fire

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Sep 21, 2016

Sep 21, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC

Embers

I want to know you The way your hand heats my skin Set me on fire

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When I grab scissors from my bedside table, to draw patterns along the flesh of my thighs, I try to imagine something beautiful. I carve daisies and sunflowers into my skin, like children carve pumpkins at Halloween, and for a moment my body can bleed out the voices, until they’re silent.

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Sep 20, 2016

Sep 20, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC

Litost

When I grab scissors from my bedside table, to draw patterns along the flesh of my thighs, I try to imagine something beautiful. I carve daisies and sunflowers into my skin, like children carve pumpkins at Halloween, and for a moment my body can bleed out the voices, until they’re silent.

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Brick, by brick, by brick We build our hearts like small homes Settle down in mine

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Sep 19, 2016

Sep 19, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC

Haiku for You

Brick, by brick, by brick We build our hearts like small homes Settle down in mine

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Nothing stops him. He sneaks into my bed at night while I am asleep and wraps his arms around me tight. When I wake there is no relief. He only clings to me tighter when I try to break free. But this is the only form of intimacy I know. Like an old friend, I succumb to the power of emptiness. I want so desperately to feel something more. How can I when he promises sweet release if I follow him into the darkness? It’s only in my suffering that I am reminded that I am still painfully and willingly alive.

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC

Old Friend

Nothing stops him. He sneaks into my bed at night while I am asleep and wraps his arms around me tight. When I wake there is no relief. He only clings to me tighter when I try to break free. But this is the only form of intimacy I know. Like an old friend, I succumb to the power of emptiness. I want so desperately to feel something more. How can I when he promises sweet release if I follow him into the darkness? It’s only in my suffering that I am reminded that I am still painfully and willingly alive.

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Time is ticking away for him. Those days when he's in the awake will slip out of his fingers like grains of sand on the beach. The rushing tide will weaken him until he is yearning for sleep. Storms are inevitable. Tiredness is inevitable. We must all rest to calm those raging waves, but when he lays down to let his mind slumber, he knows he'll never wake up again.

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Sep 10, 2016

Sep 10, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC

Inevitable

Time is ticking away for him. Those days when he's in the awake will slip out of his fingers like grains of sand on the beach. The rushing tide will weaken him until he is yearning for sleep. Storms are inevitable. Tiredness is inevitable. We must all rest to calm those raging waves, but when he lays down to let his mind slumber, he knows he'll never wake up again.

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Let us be like trees in autumn. Let us turn colors and leave the landscape of this world more beautiful than it was before. Let others bask in the purity of our evolutionary changing leaves. May we not be afraid to shed our skin. May we know that even when we are most barren, like the branches of winter it will not last. Spring will come again. It will put bark back on our trunks. It will feed our roots that we embedded deep within the earth. It will allow us to bloom again.

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC

Our Bodies like Branches

Let us be like trees in autumn. Let us turn colors and leave the landscape of this world more beautiful than it was before. Let others bask in the purity of our evolutionary changing leaves. May we not be afraid to shed our skin. May we know that even when we are most barren, like the branches of winter it will not last. Spring will come again. It will put bark back on our trunks. It will feed our roots that we embedded deep within the earth. It will allow us to bloom again.

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