onhiatus - Hello Poetry

intimidating shielded shameful anxious deep masked silent lonely weak-- not you-- necessary unyielding professional distinguished level aware brave unique strong-- you--

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May 20, 2021

May 20, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC

words used to describe "surface"

intimidating shielded shameful anxious deep masked silent lonely weak-- not you-- necessary unyielding professional distinguished level aware brave unique strong-- you--

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Pretending--Preventing A peek behind the curtain: I've tightened the rope I've split up the track And hold steadfast the ends (no slack) Spinning above, mid-air like some antisocial acrobat I've learned the words I've carved the face To only read smile While the rest seem to float All show No rope, though that could be an act--as well-- c

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 10:35 AM UTC

showtime

Pretending--Preventing A peek behind the curtain: I've tightened the rope I've split up the track And hold steadfast the ends (no slack) Spinning above, mid-air like some antisocial acrobat I've learned the words I've carved the face To only read smile While the rest seem to float All show No rope, though that could be an act--as well-- c

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I heard the mountains move in your voice And the unearthing timbre of trees And the rippling hush of waves collapsing And the crumbling green underfeet — You split the world in half And spoke to me And all I could do was Fall further beneath — c

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC

A Secret

I heard the mountains move in your voice And the unearthing timbre of trees And the rippling hush of waves collapsing And the crumbling green underfeet — You split the world in half And spoke to me And all I could do was Fall further beneath — c

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The tune hums along in G And the lights buzz softly I am being taken somewhere Someplace beneath it all Underroot, I am Descending So deep The dreary sun And her arms Cannot reach Lower Than those commonplace people And all their happenings It is cold here Below the surface And the door appears, open As I Recede -- c

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC

Freightless

The tune hums along in G And the lights buzz softly I am being taken somewhere Someplace beneath it all Underroot, I am Descending So deep The dreary sun And her arms Cannot reach Lower Than those commonplace people And all their happenings It is cold here Below the surface And the door appears, open As I Recede -- c

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It’s all taking too long-- The commute, the wait The procession, the speech The descent, the dark-- I’ve dressed for the occasion And repose in my finest robe I just wish He’d hurry up Already -- c

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC

The Waiting

It’s all taking too long-- The commute, the wait The procession, the speech The descent, the dark-- I’ve dressed for the occasion And repose in my finest robe I just wish He’d hurry up Already -- c

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He’s shaved like a survivor of something And this is the first time I’ve realized, his Head normally baubled under a dark cap His arms spindle, bark bent at shoulder and elbow The leaf of his hands shiver around a 6B I watch him become a Broadleaf before my eyes He stretches long around the room Determined to crowd every corner Trundling, truncated at root I wish to be as I see him A beautiful tangle, loud in motion and Silent in speech, sprinting full speed His feet pound in dirt, Name sprawled on the walls in capital BLACK Demanding to be heard or at least recognized He is the mystery of the day, every day The jumbled stranger, in pieces strewn & unsolved -- c

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC

Charcoal Brow

He’s shaved like a survivor of something And this is the first time I’ve realized, his Head normally baubled under a dark cap His arms spindle, bark bent at shoulder and elbow The leaf of his hands shiver around a 6B I watch him become a Broadleaf before my eyes He stretches long around the room Determined to crowd every corner Trundling, truncated at root I wish to be as I see him A beautiful tangle, loud in motion and Silent in speech, sprinting full speed His feet pound in dirt, Name sprawled on the walls in capital BLACK Demanding to be heard or at least recognized He is the mystery of the day, every day The jumbled stranger, in pieces strewn & unsolved -- c

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I awoke to time beating its fists against my walls, and could do nothing but sing along — c

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC

ephemera

I awoke to time beating its fists against my walls, and could do nothing but sing along — c

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It has begun to rain and I count its minutes washing away The dirt of yesterday In the hollow basement silence I attempt to commit to memory the unadorned places I’ve kissed you Before they’re washed away as well— Shoulder blade. Palm. Cheek stubble. Letters in your name. I consider pooling the falling rain in my arms To show you what I’ve found Later— That you, too, embody The smell of springtime — c

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC

Learning Your Lines

It has begun to rain and I count its minutes washing away The dirt of yesterday In the hollow basement silence I attempt to commit to memory the unadorned places I’ve kissed you Before they’re washed away as well— Shoulder blade. Palm. Cheek stubble. Letters in your name. I consider pooling the falling rain in my arms To show you what I’ve found Later— That you, too, embody The smell of springtime — c

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from a hole in the bed I crawl from a window in my head I watch from a sill, life in green rushes by from a quiet air I think myself into pounding and ringing from the grey walls I roam from the bus stop I dream there’s a reality I’ve tasted before but never savored, so from a chalice of happy I sip myself into stupid oblivion from a beautiful scape I watch the anxious sun beat color across the sky and feel no heat from eyes I make sense of a way home leaving pieces as I go, the roads paved in passing time from stairs I climb room to room and I’m here from the pit of pity I mount the ledge just to fall back into bed - c

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC

routine decline

from a hole in the bed I crawl from a window in my head I watch from a sill, life in green rushes by from a quiet air I think myself into pounding and ringing from the grey walls I roam from the bus stop I dream there’s a reality I’ve tasted before but never savored, so from a chalice of happy I sip myself into stupid oblivion from a beautiful scape I watch the anxious sun beat color across the sky and feel no heat from eyes I make sense of a way home leaving pieces as I go, the roads paved in passing time from stairs I climb room to room and I’m here from the pit of pity I mount the ledge just to fall back into bed - c

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I used to dance alone in my room I’d spin the spun black under needle And turn till my walls became one I’d stretch my face in strain And mimic pain in movement I’d measure arms and hands to The waver of the music I cried in concaved chest and Screamed in legs splitting air, Laughed in fingers spreading wide And collapsed to the beat’s final throe I became a simulated symphony, and So became each dance; My afternoon secret I’d forget words and Mesh into mangled body melody mmmmmm those hands droning guitar and a distant voice in verse, drumming, drumming My body curled around each syllable, Both in question and answer It was pain, yes It was heartache Yes, it was beautiful But I soon realized It was not mine - c

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Jan 13, 2019

Jan 13, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC

I Danced, A Phantom Limb

I used to dance alone in my room I’d spin the spun black under needle And turn till my walls became one I’d stretch my face in strain And mimic pain in movement I’d measure arms and hands to The waver of the music I cried in concaved chest and Screamed in legs splitting air, Laughed in fingers spreading wide And collapsed to the beat’s final throe I became a simulated symphony, and So became each dance; My afternoon secret I’d forget words and Mesh into mangled body melody mmmmmm those hands droning guitar and a distant voice in verse, drumming, drumming My body curled around each syllable, Both in question and answer It was pain, yes It was heartache Yes, it was beautiful But I soon realized It was not mine - c

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