littlebrush - Hello Poetry

That summer I spent kissing leaves The summer green that knew how to sing, “over, over now” for now, for now it was.

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Feb 2, 2024

Feb 2, 2024 at 10:07 PM UTC

That summer I spent kissing leaves The summer green that knew how to sing, “over, over now” for now, for now it was.

Dearest me, You love sunrises like you love sighs and old boots and books, how the snow reminds you of old friends, like comforters, like sad days that at least weren’t alone. You love to breathe, to cradle your own memories. Dearest me, I know you loved hard, so tried and true, hard shells for each bruise. I did not pat your head when you cried, dearest, I’m sorry. I’m here for you now.

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Feb 2, 2024

Feb 2, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC

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Dearest me, You love sunrises like you love sighs and old boots and books, how the snow reminds you of old friends, like comforters, like sad days that at least weren’t alone. You love to breathe, to cradle your own memories. Dearest me, I know you loved hard, so tried and true, hard shells for each bruise. I did not pat your head when you cried, dearest, I’m sorry. I’m here for you now.

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Heed, heed o trees I have a heart ready to set sail. Roar, the slow clouds roar their route to everlasting; I have packed my bags. I have steeled my eyes.

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Jul 20, 2023

Jul 20, 2023 at 6:17 PM UTC

Go

Heed, heed o trees I have a heart ready to set sail. Roar, the slow clouds roar their route to everlasting; I have packed my bags. I have steeled my eyes.

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In your eyes I'm scorched under the sun the magnifying glass widens your blue eye-- I have loved it, and you have loved to judge, I burn under your scrutiny I'm insect small.

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Jul 1, 2021

Jul 1, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC

I Started to Like Someone Who Hates Me.

In your eyes I'm scorched under the sun the magnifying glass widens your blue eye-- I have loved it, and you have loved to judge, I burn under your scrutiny I'm insect small.

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somewhere the cat curls its tail, and the books look so old.

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Jun 22, 2021

Jun 22, 2021 at 1:06 AM UTC

Home

somewhere the cat curls its tail, and the books look so old.

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I think I found the answer when I swung my head back and looked at the ceiling, ******* drunk, and no one to text.

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC

I'll admit

I think I found the answer when I swung my head back and looked at the ceiling, ******* drunk, and no one to text.

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it could've been me in your smoke, lost, somewhere in the baby cries in your home. I see her and I see me, could have laid down the necklace my aunt gave me, could have taken the **** could have, in the smoke and in the clouds, cried in your home.

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC

Conceivable

it could've been me in your smoke, lost, somewhere in the baby cries in your home. I see her and I see me, could have laid down the necklace my aunt gave me, could have taken the **** could have, in the smoke and in the clouds, cried in your home.

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At the bottom of the bottle my own warped face-- the glass, eyes that reflect 2014 for what it was the bottle-neck becoming mine At the bottom of the barrel I find words for poetry, words for me. At the bottom of it all I can see.

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC

I Find

At the bottom of the bottle my own warped face-- the glass, eyes that reflect 2014 for what it was the bottle-neck becoming mine At the bottom of the barrel I find words for poetry, words for me. At the bottom of it all I can see.

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Im putting him in a box where i cannot like him Where he has no hands to titter tatter, pieces, scatter— Im putting him in a box where he cannot falter Never, never again.

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Jan 28, 2020

Jan 28, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC

His Laughter

Im putting him in a box where i cannot like him Where he has no hands to titter tatter, pieces, scatter— Im putting him in a box where he cannot falter Never, never again.

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I'd sit back on a lawn chair before a wide ocean, look at the sparks on the sea and the sky I'd think and think about beauty like it's not a waste of time I'd drown my mistakes with years The skin their hands touched would disappear. I would get drunk somewhere in the beaches of Guatemala, kiss strangers-- like the lights over the ocean at night, like still water. I would breathe, for once.

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Jan 12, 2020

Jan 12, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC

If I Lived Forever

I'd sit back on a lawn chair before a wide ocean, look at the sparks on the sea and the sky I'd think and think about beauty like it's not a waste of time I'd drown my mistakes with years The skin their hands touched would disappear. I would get drunk somewhere in the beaches of Guatemala, kiss strangers-- like the lights over the ocean at night, like still water. I would breathe, for once.

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