llave-junto-a-hombro - Hello Poetry

I remember burning down a whole forest a winter or two ago From a room without a light, we were like fireworks--stars, even And all the noise from the collisions made me deaf I remember hoping for the light to fade out slower than slow But now all I could do is run my fingers every now and then From all the burns and the scars you so carefully left

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC

Fireworks

I remember burning down a whole forest a winter or two ago From a room without a light, we were like fireworks--stars, even And all the noise from the collisions made me deaf I remember hoping for the light to fade out slower than slow But now all I could do is run my fingers every now and then From all the burns and the scars you so carefully left

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Dowsed in deep darkness You, love, were and is my sun 'Til in blinding light.

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Oct 26, 2016

Oct 26, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC

(5) AM

Dowsed in deep darkness You, love, were and is my sun 'Til in blinding light.

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My love, Never worry For even though I can not tell you much Of the affection I feel for you The only reason that I have stories To tell the galaxies that gather around You and I, above us, and below too Is because you are my sunlight And to them I am the moon And the emotions I shine Is your love; the light Coming through

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Oct 26, 2016

Oct 26, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC

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My love, Never worry For even though I can not tell you much Of the affection I feel for you The only reason that I have stories To tell the galaxies that gather around You and I, above us, and below too Is because you are my sunlight And to them I am the moon And the emotions I shine Is your love; the light Coming through

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When we've turned to past And all our memories turn To vicious whirlwinds : Untouchable Aftermaths of aftermaths of flames, Of which we were the arsonists-- Even with our senses impaired-- I'll still come back to you. .

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC

Singularity

When we've turned to past And all our memories turn To vicious whirlwinds : Untouchable Aftermaths of aftermaths of flames, Of which we were the arsonists-- Even with our senses impaired-- I'll still come back to you. .

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WE TALKED WITH NO SOUND AND I HELD MY HEART CLOSE IN HOPES FOR SOME WORDS I KNEW I WOULDN'T HEAR. TWELVE FEET CONNECTED AND TWELVE FEET APART, I WAS MOTIONLESS ONLY WISHING I WASN'T.

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC

we were amidst an ocean of people and there only was you

WE TALKED WITH NO SOUND AND I HELD MY HEART CLOSE IN HOPES FOR SOME WORDS I KNEW I WOULDN'T HEAR. TWELVE FEET CONNECTED AND TWELVE FEET APART, I WAS MOTIONLESS ONLY WISHING I WASN'T.

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I have an ocean of blankets forming warmth in my bed but I am still shaky. Frantic. With whatever my heart-- going off like an Olympian's--has been feeling lately. To which I wish I can choose not to oblige, at least more than I get to do so in contrast to when I do to my brain. But you have been visiting my mind too often and too much back from the moment I saw you out of the corner of my eye (...) If I ever had you.

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Aug 21, 2016

Aug 21, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC

Olympian heart

I have an ocean of blankets forming warmth in my bed but I am still shaky. Frantic. With whatever my heart-- going off like an Olympian's--has been feeling lately. To which I wish I can choose not to oblige, at least more than I get to do so in contrast to when I do to my brain. But you have been visiting my mind too often and too much back from the moment I saw you out of the corner of my eye (...) If I ever had you.

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Cleaning houses you can never afford For a whole day Almost Just so you can feed your four children Breakfast When you get home At three in the afternoon With a hand Full of two dollars Fit for all of you Wanting to think about tomorrow But it only hurts So you smile To mask the death inside And you do not know for sure If there is a day after this Or if you even want one But you go on For them

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Aug 12, 2016

Aug 12, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC

Marilyn

Cleaning houses you can never afford For a whole day Almost Just so you can feed your four children Breakfast When you get home At three in the afternoon With a hand Full of two dollars Fit for all of you Wanting to think about tomorrow But it only hurts So you smile To mask the death inside And you do not know for sure If there is a day after this Or if you even want one But you go on For them

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