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melissa-leardi
I could swallow Two pounds and the sea wouldn't Feel an inch I'd sink into the ground Filled with the salt and water Fighting to be released You block the sun with your body In an effort to protect my eyes But you burn me all the same Just let the sun scorch me For my mother knows the cure Aloe and frozen peas On the floor of my grandmas beach house I can't put aloe on your gentle touch when cars come too close I can't sooth the way you turn away right before we sleep My lack of presence in your mind My unreciprocated kiss I'm filled with the sea I want to regurgitate the entire ocean And lay hollow in the sand Waiting for someone to pump Me full of blood and matter Who will do it It won't be you Don't touch me Your touch is regret And your beauty stings I know you've had water that Fills you up nicely and turns sour In the intestines it turns to curdled milk I could have been good for you I would have dribbled clear fresh water down your throat And patted your mouth dry But the conditional leaks slow **** That feels like release And is always just unnecessary pain If I leave you be you will heal on your own
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Mediterranean
At the time Only a sing-song of words A small poem By a grandma Could not have been more loved By a young girl who got a ribee ‘A ribee A ribee Melissa got a ribee’ The poem chanted from the stands Of the small softball field A fleck in the eye of nature And the world in the eye of a young girl A young girl who had the love that Middle aged men wake up In the middle of the night Crying out For But all Melissa knew Was that she had a ribee And a few verses to praise such a small feat Which watered it into a moment of glory In this way Life’s moments of glory Are only so Because of great strokes of love Painted on their grain So a few years later And a few moments wiser And a few words more thoughtful A young girl thanks you For your great stokes of love Which have turned her life from a ribee Into a homerun For I hope you know How your soft curls and kind blue eyes Tell the story of a self-less love The kind of love So gentle that it sneaks up behind you And warms you up Like socks after ice skating and laughter after dinner and holding hands after a long day and a poem after a ribee the kind of love that tingles not burns and is steady not infrequent For you, my lovely grandma, Are fluent in a language That breathes in every country A language many labor for lifetimes to comprehend And for centuries to speak But, you speak this language In natural whispers A stream to a pond A horse to a field A chime to a summer’s afternoon You speak this language through Small actions and fluid motions Easing the stress of the world With yet another moment of love For even in a hospital bed You ask about my bed And my adventures My foolish problems of a young heart Running around the world Running into pretend issues Running into new nouns And wanting so much to run into your arms So you can welcome me home And so I can thank you For your thousands of moments With one small moment And I think of that moment A kiss on the cheek An ear for your words A moment with your love Because I love you And because I want to love Like you do
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Re: A Ribee
At the time Only a sing-song of words A small poem By a grandma Could not have been more loved By a young girl who got a ribee ‘A ribee A ribee Melissa got a ribee’ The poem chanted from the stands Of the small softball field A fleck in the eye of nature And the world in the eye of a young girl A young girl who had the love that Middle aged men wake up In the middle of the night Crying out For But all Melissa knew Was that she had a ribee And a few verses to praise such a small feat Which watered it into a moment of glory In this way Life’s moments of glory Are only so Because of great strokes of love Painted on their grain So a few years later And a few moments wiser And a few words more thoughtful A young girl thanks you For your great stokes of love Which have turned her life from a ribee Into a homerun For I hope you know How your soft curls and kind blue eyes Tell the story of a self-less love The kind of love So gentle that it sneaks up behind you And warms you up Like socks after ice skating and laughter after dinner and holding hands after a long day and a poem after a ribee the kind of love that tingles not burns and is steady not infrequent For you, my lovely grandma, Are fluent in a language That breathes in every country A language many labor for lifetimes to comprehend And for centuries to speak But, you speak this language In natural whispers A stream to a pond A horse to a field A chime to a summer’s afternoon You speak this language through Small actions and fluid motions Easing the stress of the world With yet another moment of love For even in a hospital bed You ask about my bed And my adventures My foolish problems of a young heart Running around the world Running into pretend issues Running into new nouns And wanting so much to run into your arms So you can welcome me home And so I can thank you For your thousands of moments With one small moment And I think of that moment A kiss on the cheek An ear for your words A moment with your love Because I love you And because I want to love Like you do
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Michael got a new job there is not much more to see at 53 You are young he told me every day is fresh and he is right today I tried a new fruit from napal Just another gummy substance I wouldn’t have known the difference except that she told me it's _ from Napal what was it called i can’t recall it’s _ from Napal
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
Trying a New Fruit
On all the death beds The word love is more resonant than The struggle to invent Perhaps because what nature provides Has surmounted concoctions Ever since Jesus poured his blood onto wood We eat flesh not stone We listen to stories of compassion We get on our knees for love We die dreaming of it The turbulence hits the wings My mind fumbles with the vision of the dive A jolt and a muffled pilots voice I'd sprint across the aisle I love you We are leaving together but I love you Forever This moment lives And in it I love you
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
If we fell out of the sky