peekaboo - Hello Poetry

There was a time when I could read your energy from hundreds of miles away. Eyes closed, I could breathe you in and know just where you were emotionally. I could feel you. See through your stone walls. Your skin was glass...you were transparent...the window to your soul was open. "Come and look anytime you wish" you said to me.... But your transparency is gone - you have turned to stone. Eyes closed, I inhale and all I feel is the void, the distance, the empty space where you used to be.

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Oct 5, 2012

Oct 5, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC

peekaboo

Untitled

There was a time when I could read your energy from hundreds of miles away. Eyes closed, I could breathe you in and know just where you were emotionally. I could feel you. See through your stone walls. Your skin was glass...you were transparent...the window to your soul was open. "Come and look anytime you wish" you said to me.... But your transparency is gone - you have turned to stone. Eyes closed, I inhale and all I feel is the void, the distance, the empty space where you used to be.

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When was the last time you felt the lump of heartache in your throat - Counted the minutes until you could wipe the smile from your face and let the sadness rise to the surface To come in waves of grief released for fears of what may be to come... Saying goodbye with a poker face While tracing the lines of his face in memory Go with God I said to you Praying Angels will see you through Storms of heat and sand, darkness and demons Come home to us, healthy and strong Be my brother, her father and a husband, a son that is loved beyond comparison... How long will you tempt the Gods before u realize u are just a man Made of dust and bones - made to love, forgive and try again?

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Jul 30, 2012

Jul 30, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC

peekaboo

Fee Amanillah

When was the last time you felt the lump of heartache in your throat - Counted the minutes until you could wipe the smile from your face and let the sadness rise to the surface To come in waves of grief released for fears of what may be to come... Saying goodbye with a poker face While tracing the lines of his face in memory Go with God I said to you Praying Angels will see you through Storms of heat and sand, darkness and demons Come home to us, healthy and strong Be my brother, her father and a husband, a son that is loved beyond comparison... How long will you tempt the Gods before u realize u are just a man Made of dust and bones - made to love, forgive and try again?

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We walk together, hand in hand, through the dappled light of the forest. You are my little brother and my best friend. All is right with the world. We watch rabbits scurry and squirrels jumping from limb to limb. Birds watch perched upon high tree tops singing their lullabies . The earth is soft beneath our feet, the dankness of decay filling our noses. Ahead the light becomes brighter. YES! Let's go and see what is before us! We find a clearing - a meadow of wild flowers. Colorful and bright. Sweet smelling delight! Ahead we see a castle. Excitement pulses through our veins. We must run through the meadow. Crushing little flowers as we go, the sun warm on our faces. A bridge made of stone and brick rises before us. We slow for a minute to take it all in but in a sudden movement, you rush ahead of me. I hear a scream and run to catch up. A mother python waits with her 3 babies curled around her. She is coral in color and a beautiful specimen. You were too curious and did not take caution. She has bitten you and your hand bleeds. Your skin has turned so white it is nearly translucent. You stumble backward. Before I can catch you, you fall over the bridge's edge and into the river below. I scramble down to get to where you lay amongst the rocks and icy water. With heroic powers, I pick you up and carry you to land. You are dying in my arms. The castle is forgotten and I run as hard as I can to find your salvation. Your breathing slows. I run through the meadow, into the forest, and my arms are growing tired. Noooo! Please don't die. I fall to my knees with you in my arms. Your red hair seems even brighter against your ever whitening skin. Are you breathing? I rest my head to your chest. A light, faint, slowing beat. My face is wet with tears. I am failing. How can I save you when I can no longer carry you?

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Jul 27, 2012

Jul 27, 2012 at 10:14 AM UTC

peekaboo

A dream - my brother

We walk together, hand in hand, through the dappled light of the forest. You are my little brother and my best friend. All is right with the world. We watch rabbits scurry and squirrels jumping from limb to limb. Birds watch perched upon high tree tops singing their lullabies . The earth is soft beneath our feet, the dankness of decay filling our noses. Ahead the light becomes brighter. YES! Let's go and see what is before us! We find a clearing - a meadow of wild flowers. Colorful and bright. Sweet smelling delight! Ahead we see a castle. Excitement pulses through our veins. We must run through the meadow. Crushing little flowers as we go, the sun warm on our faces. A bridge made of stone and brick rises before us. We slow for a minute to take it all in but in a sudden movement, you rush ahead of me. I hear a scream and run to catch up. A mother python waits with her 3 babies curled around her. She is coral in color and a beautiful specimen. You were too curious and did not take caution. She has bitten you and your hand bleeds. Your skin has turned so white it is nearly translucent. You stumble backward. Before I can catch you, you fall over the bridge's edge and into the river below. I scramble down to get to where you lay amongst the rocks and icy water. With heroic powers, I pick you up and carry you to land. You are dying in my arms. The castle is forgotten and I run as hard as I can to find your salvation. Your breathing slows. I run through the meadow, into the forest, and my arms are growing tired. Noooo! Please don't die. I fall to my knees with you in my arms. Your red hair seems even brighter against your ever whitening skin. Are you breathing? I rest my head to your chest. A light, faint, slowing beat. My face is wet with tears. I am failing. How can I save you when I can no longer carry you?

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Kiss Beginning Awkward Adapting Adjusting Slow Searching Surrendering Lingering Long Wet Arousing Touching Intimate ****** Breathless Need Hunger Desire Now. Now. Now. Unfolding Unclothing Skin Exposing Vulnerable Hunger Now. Now. Now. Tracing Feverish Flushing Opening Bending Grabbing Penetrating Gasping Moaning Filling Sigh Kiss Kiss me again....

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC

peekaboo

Kiss

Kiss Beginning Awkward Adapting Adjusting Slow Searching Surrendering Lingering Long Wet Arousing Touching Intimate ****** Breathless Need Hunger Desire Now. Now. Now. Unfolding Unclothing Skin Exposing Vulnerable Hunger Now. Now. Now. Tracing Feverish Flushing Opening Bending Grabbing Penetrating Gasping Moaning Filling Sigh Kiss Kiss me again....

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