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match-girl
American Just wanting to work through some darker stuff. I'll be posting poems, but occasionally taking them back down. / At first I was thinking anyone is free to copy, steal, print and burn it if you wish. / But no, in the end, these writings are copyrighted by me, all rights reserved.
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Clearest water and summer sun the love in your eyes crystal, shown through, so I let go. Earth fell away and you recalled for us a glimpse of infinity. Dreams light the day and days dream the light. I woke to a soft green silence, a quiet mystery encompassing and peaceful, a silence you couldn't hear- you left and I'm sunk back into the dust. This Dust. Up at the emptiness, the Void my grief throws stones  .  .     .       .           . but I only loose the stars and they just rain down.
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
match-girl
Unprepared
Clearest water and summer sun the love in your eyes crystal, shown through, so I let go. Earth fell away and you recalled for us a glimpse of infinity. Dreams light the day and days dream the light. I woke to a soft green silence, a quiet mystery encompassing and peaceful, a silence you couldn't hear- you left and I'm sunk back into the dust. This Dust. Up at the emptiness, the Void my grief throws stones  .  .     .       .           . but I only loose the stars and they just rain down.
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. Kimberly Alynn. born too late, still after only one breath too soon the end of May 31, 1986. I had been the only one who knew when you stirred when you felt/heard Beethoven and Vivaldi. I sensed you yearning for harmony, our futures uncertain in that maternity home, but could offer you only me. The world told me I had nothing to give not good enough, choose adoption So I entrusted my treasure to a lifeboat without me. . But maybe you were here for us; because the music of the Heavens pulled you back. Gone, but not yet born. The clock stopped, and the minutes would not relent the suffering. A time of hope, vanished... a hope of beauty, soundless and still, Memorial Day is would-have-been 5, 16, 27 years old. Your life I carried, your future was my young life. now always without you in this incomplete world where I am your broken heart and you are my empty arms. . I am not allowed to say it wasn't-supposed-to-be-this-way since I don't know what you knew and your future was only my dream. . This one night returns every year and this house becomes too small. I ride my motorcycle just to ride, leaning through the curves up the mountain, if I could only keep going the midnight road pure black. until hands too cold, I stop. Silence punctuated by the cooling engine, it gently tinks and I breathe in sacred cool air. . The Big Dipper spills colorful twinkling gems across the valley below. The mountain curves away above my shoulder, her massive peak leaning back fascinated only toward heaven's brilliance, the infinite distance palpable, tangible. The Milky Way tipped sideways, starlight pours down, eternally washing over. Or am I spinning sideways on this small planet in vertigo of re-awakened grief. Galaxies so numerous I count them rise, sparkling as they appear. Even the mountain is so tiny, telling me, see? we are so tiny... . pure volcanic rocks, road, and I are bathed in soft light yet in still perfect cold dark solitude. Only the road's straight white lines glow. my road, yearns up in reflection...   Tonight I give you memory, all that I have to give. My baby girl, you are not forgotten. A small wind finds my hands, and my cheek, with its one tear. .
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
match-girl
In Memory
. Kimberly Alynn. born too late, still after only one breath too soon the end of May 31, 1986. I had been the only one who knew when you stirred when you felt/heard Beethoven and Vivaldi. I sensed you yearning for harmony, our futures uncertain in that maternity home, but could offer you only me. The world told me I had nothing to give not good enough, choose adoption So I entrusted my treasure to a lifeboat without me. . But maybe you were here for us; because the music of the Heavens pulled you back. Gone, but not yet born. The clock stopped, and the minutes would not relent the suffering. A time of hope, vanished... a hope of beauty, soundless and still, Memorial Day is would-have-been 5, 16, 27 years old. Your life I carried, your future was my young life. now always without you in this incomplete world where I am your broken heart and you are my empty arms. . I am not allowed to say it wasn't-supposed-to-be-this-way since I don't know what you knew and your future was only my dream. . This one night returns every year and this house becomes too small. I ride my motorcycle just to ride, leaning through the curves up the mountain, if I could only keep going the midnight road pure black. until hands too cold, I stop. Silence punctuated by the cooling engine, it gently tinks and I breathe in sacred cool air. . The Big Dipper spills colorful twinkling gems across the valley below. The mountain curves away above my shoulder, her massive peak leaning back fascinated only toward heaven's brilliance, the infinite distance palpable, tangible. The Milky Way tipped sideways, starlight pours down, eternally washing over. Or am I spinning sideways on this small planet in vertigo of re-awakened grief. Galaxies so numerous I count them rise, sparkling as they appear. Even the mountain is so tiny, telling me, see? we are so tiny... . pure volcanic rocks, road, and I are bathed in soft light yet in still perfect cold dark solitude. Only the road's straight white lines glow. my road, yearns up in reflection...   Tonight I give you memory, all that I have to give. My baby girl, you are not forgotten. A small wind finds my hands, and my cheek, with its one tear. .
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