laura-mankowski - Hello Poetry

Atop the Ferris wheel I noticed; my fearlessness was fading.

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC

Atop the Ferris wheel I noticed; my fearlessness was fading.

They say the darkest hour is just before dawn And it is I know because On the day you were born I started my journey toward you And couldn't tell where the black tar of the road ended and the black tar of the sky began On the day you were born As the purple hue of the dawn began The whole world started to wake Unaware of the miracle occurring And as the purple haze grew into the Bright, orange, burning morning And the sun finally crested over the trees What leaves remained on them in this crisp, cool, end of fall Looked to be alive, Burning with the energy that was being created And as I drove down that straight highway toward you On the day you were born I've never seen a more beautiful day More beautiful trees A more beautiful highway On the day you were born

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

On the Day You Were Born

They say the darkest hour is just before dawn And it is I know because On the day you were born I started my journey toward you And couldn't tell where the black tar of the road ended and the black tar of the sky began On the day you were born As the purple hue of the dawn began The whole world started to wake Unaware of the miracle occurring And as the purple haze grew into the Bright, orange, burning morning And the sun finally crested over the trees What leaves remained on them in this crisp, cool, end of fall Looked to be alive, Burning with the energy that was being created And as I drove down that straight highway toward you On the day you were born I've never seen a more beautiful day More beautiful trees A more beautiful highway On the day you were born

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When they say "Tell me about them". And You freeze

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC

Ambush

When they say "Tell me about them". And You freeze

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Words on a page Arranged In a particular fashion Hold weight Where as what I say Spills out and F L O A T S Away Without the benefit of style To weigh it D O W N

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC

Words

Words on a page Arranged In a particular fashion Hold weight Where as what I say Spills out and F L O A T S Away Without the benefit of style To weigh it D O W N

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"How are you?" The crispness of your voice, cracking the surface of the perfect silence It snaps me out of my own thoughts Eyes focused, smile on; "Fine" I manage "Good" you ramble and continue on to yourself; I assume since you skipped the pause - The pause where you debate if I'm telling the truth I retreat back into my thoughts Eyes transfixed on that spot in the distance The one I'll draw to me if I Just Keep Staring I'm not sure how long I've been gone, but judging by the renewed silence, I've missed my cue To back up your outrage Or congradulate your assertiveness Blah blah blah "Are you listening?" The tone a little more inquisitive, eyes a little more searching Eyes focused, smile on, "Sure" I try You sigh and wait I'm happy to let the silence have it's turn to talk You clear your throat I sit "Fine", you lunge- trying to pierce my armor I parry, not baited Who has time to be sad? Why talk about feelings? What I want, who I miss, how to cope I smile weakly "I'm fine" Change the subject

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC

Fine

"How are you?" The crispness of your voice, cracking the surface of the perfect silence It snaps me out of my own thoughts Eyes focused, smile on; "Fine" I manage "Good" you ramble and continue on to yourself; I assume since you skipped the pause - The pause where you debate if I'm telling the truth I retreat back into my thoughts Eyes transfixed on that spot in the distance The one I'll draw to me if I Just Keep Staring I'm not sure how long I've been gone, but judging by the renewed silence, I've missed my cue To back up your outrage Or congradulate your assertiveness Blah blah blah "Are you listening?" The tone a little more inquisitive, eyes a little more searching Eyes focused, smile on, "Sure" I try You sigh and wait I'm happy to let the silence have it's turn to talk You clear your throat I sit "Fine", you lunge- trying to pierce my armor I parry, not baited Who has time to be sad? Why talk about feelings? What I want, who I miss, how to cope I smile weakly "I'm fine" Change the subject

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**** isn't what happens with less clothes on. Intimacy is.

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC

Communication Breakdown

**** isn't what happens with less clothes on. Intimacy is.

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At what point, Did my hands Turn into my mother's?

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC

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At what point, Did my hands Turn into my mother's?

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The trail of bed sheets left While we avoid love.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC

Entanglements (10w)

The trail of bed sheets left While we avoid love.

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You said it can't work Then why do I care?

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC

Excuse (10w)

You said it can't work Then why do I care?

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I was too busy dealing with everything else To realize you were a crisis So I swiftly And utterly too efficiently (With a practiced hand, no less) Swept you away Today (Far too little, far too late) I sat down to breathe And the crushing blow (The almost crippling loss) Of your absense Hit In the morning, I'll resume life At top speed, no doubt (Which you resented for its- my- rigidity) But for tonight I'll sit still with you (Isn't that what you wanted anyway?)

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

Too Little Too Late

I was too busy dealing with everything else To realize you were a crisis So I swiftly And utterly too efficiently (With a practiced hand, no less) Swept you away Today (Far too little, far too late) I sat down to breathe And the crushing blow (The almost crippling loss) Of your absense Hit In the morning, I'll resume life At top speed, no doubt (Which you resented for its- my- rigidity) But for tonight I'll sit still with you (Isn't that what you wanted anyway?)

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