mask - Hello Poetry

I'd say it was my loss but... I'd be lying.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC

10 Words, 12.

I'd say it was my loss but... I'd be lying.

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My biggest mistake was protecting you from everything -- but yourself.

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

10 Words, 9.

My biggest mistake was protecting you from everything -- but yourself.

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I will write ****** poetry until the day I lose the ability to sense, the strength to feel, the will to care, and all memory of ever possessing any of the three.

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC

In all honesty.

I will write ****** poetry until the day I lose the ability to sense, the strength to feel, the will to care, and all memory of ever possessing any of the three.

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I have become quite preoccupied with stomachs. Ones that have skin stretched taut, so thinly across that you can see every lie they've ever swallowed. Ones that shake when the body laughs, little waves threatening to spill every emotion. Ones that are held in, too shy to reveal the extent of their reach. I have found myself reading them -- the depths of the creases, the heights of the curves, the shades of summer that fade with fall. They must mean something. The contents of each were not left to chance, no, but were calculated decisions, influenced by money, desire, and calorie counting apps. And I wonder, what does my stomach say about me? What did yours say about you?

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Feb 23, 2014

Feb 23, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC

stomachs

I have become quite preoccupied with stomachs. Ones that have skin stretched taut, so thinly across that you can see every lie they've ever swallowed. Ones that shake when the body laughs, little waves threatening to spill every emotion. Ones that are held in, too shy to reveal the extent of their reach. I have found myself reading them -- the depths of the creases, the heights of the curves, the shades of summer that fade with fall. They must mean something. The contents of each were not left to chance, no, but were calculated decisions, influenced by money, desire, and calorie counting apps. And I wonder, what does my stomach say about me? What did yours say about you?

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I see too many roses to not believe that this city is in love with me.

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Sep 3, 2013

Sep 3, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC

Portland, OR.

I see too many roses to not believe that this city is in love with me.

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You are full of empty, And I still don't know how that can be. I'll get you to laugh, and you'll forget for a minute. I'll lay by your side, and feel you struggle in it. When we're together, it's you, me, and your other. When I gaze at your face, I can't help but wonder: *Do you have space for me? Love for me? Anything to spare for me?* as I see you battle daily, with this intruder I cannot see. You can't stand my love and don't want my pity. You withdraw from the moment, from our home, from this city. You are full of empty, And I'm still figuring out how that could be. You are so full of empty, is there any room for me?

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Aug 19, 2013

Aug 19, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC

You are full of empty.

You are full of empty, And I still don't know how that can be. I'll get you to laugh, and you'll forget for a minute. I'll lay by your side, and feel you struggle in it. When we're together, it's you, me, and your other. When I gaze at your face, I can't help but wonder: *Do you have space for me? Love for me? Anything to spare for me?* as I see you battle daily, with this intruder I cannot see. You can't stand my love and don't want my pity. You withdraw from the moment, from our home, from this city. You are full of empty, And I'm still figuring out how that could be. You are so full of empty, is there any room for me?

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You called me a goner, yet I am still here.

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Aug 7, 2013

Aug 7, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC

10 Words, 8.

You called me a goner, yet I am still here.

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I know you don't look at her. But I know you can see her. So tell me again why I shouldn't worry.

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Aug 7, 2013

Aug 7, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

Green.

I know you don't look at her. But I know you can see her. So tell me again why I shouldn't worry.

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4. I open my Excel spreadsheet named "GAMEPLAN" and stare at it. I am trying to remember the last time I played a game and won. I cannot. I close the spreadsheet and use my arms to hold myself together. I am unsure as to why I feel compelled to plan the next decade of my life when I've let the past two decades pass me by.

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Aug 7, 2013

Aug 7, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC

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4. I open my Excel spreadsheet named "GAMEPLAN" and stare at it. I am trying to remember the last time I played a game and won. I cannot. I close the spreadsheet and use my arms to hold myself together. I am unsure as to why I feel compelled to plan the next decade of my life when I've let the past two decades pass me by.

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I don't think I can Fit more perfectly into Any other arms

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Aug 5, 2013

Aug 5, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC

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I don't think I can Fit more perfectly into Any other arms

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