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littlebird
littlebird
Cold and pale and very very tired, but I will always be writing.
you will go your way despite my protests no use lamenting what was never promised the sun rides low the horizon soon it will not clear the treetops storms gather in the northern sea needled wind to scattered seed hoary frost on yellowed grass dark leaves in mirrored puddles a suspended death crystalline and indeterminate there is no fire hot enough to stave off the first chill of a careless winter the numb hibernating sleep soft gray melting days the desperate wish to regain summer
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
Season's End
*the hardest part of letting someone you love go is making yourself stay away*
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
self control
I was never the type of child that obeyed much  of anything; not even the many times  I was told not to stare into the evening sun when I felt alone.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
One day I will be blind
*the pieces fall into place & sometimes the place falls into pieces*
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Sometimes
Sleep   Hanging in the eyes            They struggle to open But are tightly glued shut                  I wonder then, When the dream began and ended           And if I was ever awake                         At all
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Exhausted
. *If I were a poem I’d ask you to fold me up and put me in your pocket, then at the end of the week, toss me in the wash with the rest of the clothes And when you find me later, smudged and smeared, ripped and tattered into little unrecognizable pieces, don’t worry about it, I was already like that*
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
If I were a poem
this poem is not about you even though your spirit is in every word your voice sounds strong in the halls of my mind telling me things I am now sure I want to know this poem is about me trying to understand you
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
not about you
Blossoms are the Hopes and dreams Attached to the thorny Stems of life We all have to climb To smell the roses
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Blossoms
she sleeps with her knees pulled up and her shoulders lifting back arched toward the top
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
upward
did you know- it's our anniversary of when you told me about her? i reacted in shock but tried not to show it and expressed only delight at your prospective relationship it fell apart quickly but not before we did now, a year later, do you remember?
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
anniversary