michael-leone - Hello Poetry

The secret that turned every ****** embrace into torture. She used to hang off of him in love. Now he hangs off of her like a noose. He’s gotta tell her—break the news He’s gotta tell her—break the noose But when it breaks, will he be able to breathe again? Or will it be his neck instead

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Dec 14, 2022

Dec 14, 2022 at 10:18 AM UTC

Break The Noose

The secret that turned every ****** embrace into torture. She used to hang off of him in love. Now he hangs off of her like a noose. He’s gotta tell her—break the news He’s gotta tell her—break the noose But when it breaks, will he be able to breathe again? Or will it be his neck instead

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Regretfully crawling out of a warm blanket to meet a snow covered field. My cheeks absorb the cold as it seeps through the window. Begging for no attention, living for nothing but my gaze, a lonely fire grows out of a healthy little pile of embers, nuzzled away in the snow. The growing stillness over the untouched field reaches through my window and meets me with embrace. You are the captivating landscape that suspends me in time. You are the fire that dances only for me.

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Jul 14, 2022

Jul 14, 2022 at 11:02 PM UTC

My love

Regretfully crawling out of a warm blanket to meet a snow covered field. My cheeks absorb the cold as it seeps through the window. Begging for no attention, living for nothing but my gaze, a lonely fire grows out of a healthy little pile of embers, nuzzled away in the snow. The growing stillness over the untouched field reaches through my window and meets me with embrace. You are the captivating landscape that suspends me in time. You are the fire that dances only for me.

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Life takes as much time as you allow it. If you’ve ever held a wall squat, you know that the perception of time is liquid. I’ve decided, I’m not going to pour my time out of a bottle of ***** anymore. In the present, I’m enjoying my time.

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Jul 10, 2022

Jul 10, 2022 at 10:26 PM UTC

Relative-a-tea

Life takes as much time as you allow it. If you’ve ever held a wall squat, you know that the perception of time is liquid. I’ve decided, I’m not going to pour my time out of a bottle of ***** anymore. In the present, I’m enjoying my time.

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The last time I wrote poetry, I was trying to get out Now, I want to be fully immersed IN I woke up in a dream. No—THE dream. My reality I have MY dream: Wife Job Home And a baby on the way. I am so beyond blessed I am running out of expressions. Love is a vibration. The resonance has made me whole.

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Jul 4, 2022

Jul 4, 2022 at 12:14 AM UTC

Present-ed

The last time I wrote poetry, I was trying to get out Now, I want to be fully immersed IN I woke up in a dream. No—THE dream. My reality I have MY dream: Wife Job Home And a baby on the way. I am so beyond blessed I am running out of expressions. Love is a vibration. The resonance has made me whole.

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Our lips touched and a slow, vibrant, loving fog rolls in, caressing us. My arms manage to hold her up while my body hangs weightless from my frame. Each soft kiss suspends time, suspends space, and suspends us—from the ground we were standing on.

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC

Kissighan

Our lips touched and a slow, vibrant, loving fog rolls in, caressing us. My arms manage to hold her up while my body hangs weightless from my frame. Each soft kiss suspends time, suspends space, and suspends us—from the ground we were standing on.

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Pour your torment on the page and let the sound leak out of you Your music bleeds out of your veins and it’s so personal, so emotional, how could people keep from resonating with it? So now, you get to perform the same recurring nightmare every night. Reopening the wound you couldn’t heal.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC

I feel for musicians

Pour your torment on the page and let the sound leak out of you Your music bleeds out of your veins and it’s so personal, so emotional, how could people keep from resonating with it? So now, you get to perform the same recurring nightmare every night. Reopening the wound you couldn’t heal.

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I met an angel sent from god We fell in love, we planned our wedding, our future But the last mission the angel needed to accomplish Was leaving me And I can’t thank god enough

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Jul 6, 2019

Jul 6, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC

My Angel

I met an angel sent from god We fell in love, we planned our wedding, our future But the last mission the angel needed to accomplish Was leaving me And I can’t thank god enough

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So many emotions have shot through my worn exterior. But the thought of you no longer shakes my core Now, you leave me grinning like memories of a loved one passed I love what we had darling But I love that it’s over

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Jul 6, 2019

Jul 6, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC

To My Fiancée I Never Wed

So many emotions have shot through my worn exterior. But the thought of you no longer shakes my core Now, you leave me grinning like memories of a loved one passed I love what we had darling But I love that it’s over

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Alone on this deck with an empty mind, thought crashed through me. Crashing so hard it molded the clay I see in the mirror Now this is deck is painting my future And my god, she is beautiful

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Jul 5, 2019

Jul 5, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC

This Deck

Alone on this deck with an empty mind, thought crashed through me. Crashing so hard it molded the clay I see in the mirror Now this is deck is painting my future And my god, she is beautiful

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If I were on my phone, you’d leave me alone. Nothing seems to be more thought provoking than a person sitting alone in a room doing “nothing” But isn’t that something that we need more of? Doing nothing?

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC

Sitting alone

If I were on my phone, you’d leave me alone. Nothing seems to be more thought provoking than a person sitting alone in a room doing “nothing” But isn’t that something that we need more of? Doing nothing?

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