niles-heron - Hello Poetry

but other times our hands held each other like reins hung from low-swung sweet chariots, her carry always felt like a home coming

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC

niles-heron

Chariot - 9.2.14

but other times our hands held each other like reins hung from low-swung sweet chariots, her carry always felt like a home coming

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we spent every morning together, sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, watching our trembling hands cradle, and weep, and try to learn how to cut each other complements from our jagged edges.

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC

niles-heron

9.16.14

we spent every morning together, sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, watching our trembling hands cradle, and weep, and try to learn how to cut each other complements from our jagged edges.

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please forgive my quiet. I’ve been listening to God, and men, and trying to live down each of my days, my dreams haven’t come ‘round as often as nightmares have; it’s scary when you can’t let go, and you have more reasons to wake up tomorrow than to sleep tonight.

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC

niles-heron

Freewrite 9.15.14

please forgive my quiet. I’ve been listening to God, and men, and trying to live down each of my days, my dreams haven’t come ‘round as often as nightmares have; it’s scary when you can’t let go, and you have more reasons to wake up tomorrow than to sleep tonight.

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“he reached for her leave(s) / autumn wrapped ‘round his hands, and / said she missed him, too”

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC

niles-heron

Haiku 9.9.14

“he reached for her leave(s) / autumn wrapped ‘round his hands, and / said she missed him, too”

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if you’d not jumped, you’d / have never found that rocks are / more feather than bone

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Sep 5, 2014

Sep 5, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC

niles-heron

A Haiku Hurled Off A Cliff (9.5.14)

if you’d not jumped, you’d / have never found that rocks are / more feather than bone

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Have you ever looked at a cliff, or a ledge, or a box-cutter, or a car crash; a set of lips getting ready to smile, or a set of hands getting ready to hold you, and said… I have to?

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC

niles-heron

Naima, Giant Steps, 6.30.14

Have you ever looked at a cliff, or a ledge, or a box-cutter, or a car crash; a set of lips getting ready to smile, or a set of hands getting ready to hold you, and said… I have to?

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"are you scared?" "No, I / just sleep with all the lights on / in case she comes home.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC

niles-heron

Haiku 7.11.14

"are you scared?" "No, I / just sleep with all the lights on / in case she comes home.

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i didn’t know she existed outside my dreams. i’d never been good at keeping my hands empty, or my cup watered, or keeping flowers alive, until my knock-knock jokes bloomed and ran over the edges; until I became more forever than funny.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC

niles-heron

orange you glad I didn't say banana 7.4.14

i didn’t know she existed outside my dreams. i’d never been good at keeping my hands empty, or my cup watered, or keeping flowers alive, until my knock-knock jokes bloomed and ran over the edges; until I became more forever than funny.

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“i am a pen, with a bullet in the chamber.” — i am a black boy reading a book about God. i am a hug, with a hoodie on, and i know… i know… my love is scary. but yours is, too

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC

niles-heron

I am a Pen... (1)

“i am a pen, with a bullet in the chamber.” — i am a black boy reading a book about God. i am a hug, with a hoodie on, and i know… i know… my love is scary. but yours is, too

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“i am a pen, with a bullet in the chamber” — i am a black boy reading a book about God. i am a black boy writing a book about all of the times I’ve failed. i am a sinner standing on the corner looking to the sky, trying to carve a dream from the clouds i would give any of my things to have anything worth crying that i cannot hold.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC

niles-heron

I am a Pen... (2)

“i am a pen, with a bullet in the chamber” — i am a black boy reading a book about God. i am a black boy writing a book about all of the times I’ve failed. i am a sinner standing on the corner looking to the sky, trying to carve a dream from the clouds i would give any of my things to have anything worth crying that i cannot hold.

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