mary-generic - Hello Poetry

I count the hours in diapers, wipes, formula and tiny prepackaged jars of mashed food. I count the weeks in early morning babble, and bedtime stories. In cuddles. I count the months in doctors appointments and milestones; first teeth, rolling, talking, crawling, walking. I count my heart beats when they stop because of tumbles, rolls and kabonka bonks. I count my smiles in discovery, first aided and unaided steps; when small things to me seem so big and new to him. I count my tears in sleepless nights, upset tummies, and runny noses. But if you ask me the time, or what day it is, I won't be able to tell you. Because I count time in moments. They go by so fast, and if I stop to blink or give you the time I will miss them.

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC

mary-generic

Baby Days

I count the hours in diapers, wipes, formula and tiny prepackaged jars of mashed food. I count the weeks in early morning babble, and bedtime stories. In cuddles. I count the months in doctors appointments and milestones; first teeth, rolling, talking, crawling, walking. I count my heart beats when they stop because of tumbles, rolls and kabonka bonks. I count my smiles in discovery, first aided and unaided steps; when small things to me seem so big and new to him. I count my tears in sleepless nights, upset tummies, and runny noses. But if you ask me the time, or what day it is, I won't be able to tell you. Because I count time in moments. They go by so fast, and if I stop to blink or give you the time I will miss them.

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I came to a field where the winds echoed the sound of your voice And I wept Sowing the seeds of sorrow with regret Wait for me But your voice fell upon deaf ears I am asleep at the helm of my ship Covered in mounds of vegetation not fit to feed even the wicked WHERE ARE YOU I cannot hear the sound of my voice, neither can I dig you out from this sick soul pit I fear you are drowning How do I pull you to shore when there is no shore to be seen? How can I find you inner child, if you are so unwilling to find me?

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC

mary-generic

Losing Ground, Gaining Speed

I came to a field where the winds echoed the sound of your voice And I wept Sowing the seeds of sorrow with regret Wait for me But your voice fell upon deaf ears I am asleep at the helm of my ship Covered in mounds of vegetation not fit to feed even the wicked WHERE ARE YOU I cannot hear the sound of my voice, neither can I dig you out from this sick soul pit I fear you are drowning How do I pull you to shore when there is no shore to be seen? How can I find you inner child, if you are so unwilling to find me?

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Where does solitude go when I close my eyes at night When the lights go out does it disappear Or does it cuddle up between the sheets If so, who are all of these people I see as I sleep Are all these faces solitudes way of trying to comfort me?

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC

mary-generic

Tonight I will Dream of you

Where does solitude go when I close my eyes at night When the lights go out does it disappear Or does it cuddle up between the sheets If so, who are all of these people I see as I sleep Are all these faces solitudes way of trying to comfort me?

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Today I swallowed a hole It voraciously Devoured me whole Insidious pit And you Moist pig Fell inside of me Exposing entrails to This Gnawing Gluttony for what it's worth Is only a problem Perverse And what I know Is you too are a hole And two empties Does not a whole create

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC

mary-generic

Consumed

Today I swallowed a hole It voraciously Devoured me whole Insidious pit And you Moist pig Fell inside of me Exposing entrails to This Gnawing Gluttony for what it's worth Is only a problem Perverse And what I know Is you too are a hole And two empties Does not a whole create

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Whenever I think about writing I always think about water Drip Drip Drip An ebbing tide My thoughts melt and disperse A damp day Soft drizzle I am the fog carried listlessly over an open ocean Hitherto

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC

mary-generic

Creative Introspection

Whenever I think about writing I always think about water Drip Drip Drip An ebbing tide My thoughts melt and disperse A damp day Soft drizzle I am the fog carried listlessly over an open ocean Hitherto

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I woke up adrift this morning Guilt a million leagues deep Nothing done is undone This Morning Apologies do not come free The sun which glistens Upon the drops Between my moistened Thighs Carry this morning's Sin Trembling ashamed Of the lust which came Into me last night My mouth has forsworn this place My darling, forgive me Please Of the low hanging fruit I partook Above the devils knees Writhing snakes within me bid Eat The meat is ripe and sweet

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC

mary-generic

Original Sin

I woke up adrift this morning Guilt a million leagues deep Nothing done is undone This Morning Apologies do not come free The sun which glistens Upon the drops Between my moistened Thighs Carry this morning's Sin Trembling ashamed Of the lust which came Into me last night My mouth has forsworn this place My darling, forgive me Please Of the low hanging fruit I partook Above the devils knees Writhing snakes within me bid Eat The meat is ripe and sweet

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