perdue-poems - Hello Poetry

Love? Is it growth Or appeasement Heal the wounds Or bury them away Sharing biting words Do they push away Or penetrate A stone soul I don't know if I should love Or shove away All the bad people Who may need warmth Or a cold shock

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Jan 27, 2021

Jan 27, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC

Who's To Say

Love? Is it growth Or appeasement Heal the wounds Or bury them away Sharing biting words Do they push away Or penetrate A stone soul I don't know if I should love Or shove away All the bad people Who may need warmth Or a cold shock

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Relax it seems I never do Though meditating I heard helps Perhaps another Xanax will Help me with my meditation

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Feb 6, 2020

Feb 6, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC

Medicated Meditation

Relax it seems I never do Though meditating I heard helps Perhaps another Xanax will Help me with my meditation

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We laid on green dragon fur Upon his raised back Hands locked tight in bond The black papered sky, with eyes white Gazed into our black pooled pupils Wondering if eyes as humans have, So poor, could see love as she did Would I give my eyes for yours Lady of the night and stars? How often do I question love When it arrives at my door Perhaps I don't believe that love should come So freely for me Turning on the dragon's back His thin green hair brushes against my cheek My eyes break from space Gazing at the man I'm laid beside I cannot see his love before me There is no light from his chest I see no aura floating near Nor blemish on his unmarked skin He rolls and gazes lock In the eyes of stars I saw eternal light But his eyes show me endless love I know I need no stars for eyes I see your love for me For your love shines clear in your gaze and plainly I can see

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Jan 30, 2020

Jan 30, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC

Proving Love with Human Eyes

We laid on green dragon fur Upon his raised back Hands locked tight in bond The black papered sky, with eyes white Gazed into our black pooled pupils Wondering if eyes as humans have, So poor, could see love as she did Would I give my eyes for yours Lady of the night and stars? How often do I question love When it arrives at my door Perhaps I don't believe that love should come So freely for me Turning on the dragon's back His thin green hair brushes against my cheek My eyes break from space Gazing at the man I'm laid beside I cannot see his love before me There is no light from his chest I see no aura floating near Nor blemish on his unmarked skin He rolls and gazes lock In the eyes of stars I saw eternal light But his eyes show me endless love I know I need no stars for eyes I see your love for me For your love shines clear in your gaze and plainly I can see

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With pendulum footsteps, I walked the splitting wood My last splinters of security, death withheld my own I'm the board beneath me, lone I too bent under men's self-deemed mighty steps creaking subdued words as they atop me roamed And in my final march, I find no roaring lion nor passion's flame Only fear I knew in life born from lions tamed Little know about Death, but I see Him, know He is my reflection in the pool below We are the fore bringers of our own demise For Death's wrappings take from us, His muse Will we not live, and let Death take from nothing? But living not is living still And too stills Death's reflection pool Now at the end of my wooden plank And the mountain range of waves lap at me to hold I no longer see reflections But I still feel the fear With a swing, I fell forward, soar! And as the icy grip brushed my warm flesh Fear I felt no more

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Jan 29, 2020

Jan 29, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC

Living as you'd see yourself die

With pendulum footsteps, I walked the splitting wood My last splinters of security, death withheld my own I'm the board beneath me, lone I too bent under men's self-deemed mighty steps creaking subdued words as they atop me roamed And in my final march, I find no roaring lion nor passion's flame Only fear I knew in life born from lions tamed Little know about Death, but I see Him, know He is my reflection in the pool below We are the fore bringers of our own demise For Death's wrappings take from us, His muse Will we not live, and let Death take from nothing? But living not is living still And too stills Death's reflection pool Now at the end of my wooden plank And the mountain range of waves lap at me to hold I no longer see reflections But I still feel the fear With a swing, I fell forward, soar! And as the icy grip brushed my warm flesh Fear I felt no more

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When will we take the rocks From caves We’ve been hiding in And fix our spending (change) And where do we take the water From rivers We’ve been floating on And fix our dying (thirst) And why do we wait to take the trees From forests We’ve been living in And fix our writing (pencils) And how can we take the sand grains From beaches We’ve been sleeping on And fix our broken (windowpane) The rocks, water, trees, and grains From which we came Cannot fix our spending, our dying, our writing, our broken We fix what we broke And leave our homes among The rocks, water, trees, and grains At peace

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Oct 26, 2019

Oct 26, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC

We Fix What We Broke

When will we take the rocks From caves We’ve been hiding in And fix our spending (change) And where do we take the water From rivers We’ve been floating on And fix our dying (thirst) And why do we wait to take the trees From forests We’ve been living in And fix our writing (pencils) And how can we take the sand grains From beaches We’ve been sleeping on And fix our broken (windowpane) The rocks, water, trees, and grains From which we came Cannot fix our spending, our dying, our writing, our broken We fix what we broke And leave our homes among The rocks, water, trees, and grains At peace

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The first time I flew I marveled at the sky Blue and orange and red The second time I flew again and read The amazing magazines of Flight 18

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC

Airplane

The first time I flew I marveled at the sky Blue and orange and red The second time I flew again and read The amazing magazines of Flight 18

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A path completed to a routine It seemed there would be no blunder I rode like before’s before With great success Until I slipped into the valley creek Falling off the bridge The day her eyes were watching | It was not my eyes that sank But her’s that weighed heavy Impressing the impressive on me Eyes add weight I did not know The weight of another soul One is tough for me Two’s another load

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC

Heavy Eyes

A path completed to a routine It seemed there would be no blunder I rode like before’s before With great success Until I slipped into the valley creek Falling off the bridge The day her eyes were watching | It was not my eyes that sank But her’s that weighed heavy Impressing the impressive on me Eyes add weight I did not know The weight of another soul One is tough for me Two’s another load

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I opened my closet door and fingered through my masks "Which one should I wear today" I wondered by myself "Today is Susan's birthday, perhaps a happy face" "Though John just lost his game, perhaps a sad one as well" "And Tonya's mom is nervous, perhaps some empathy" As I looked upon my masks to wear, all seemed quite fitting I removed the mask I wore below, the mask of apathy as I slowly peeled back this fleshy molded face a salty barren field revealed its proper place as true features themselves emerged amuck with tears unnoticed by myself

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC

My Second Mask

I opened my closet door and fingered through my masks "Which one should I wear today" I wondered by myself "Today is Susan's birthday, perhaps a happy face" "Though John just lost his game, perhaps a sad one as well" "And Tonya's mom is nervous, perhaps some empathy" As I looked upon my masks to wear, all seemed quite fitting I removed the mask I wore below, the mask of apathy as I slowly peeled back this fleshy molded face a salty barren field revealed its proper place as true features themselves emerged amuck with tears unnoticed by myself

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"oh goodness me" "oh sorry" "please" "excuse me" "sir" "pardon" "ma'am" "gosh **** weeds" "yikers bees!" my tongue how you censor me around my Christian society but how I wish I could say ****

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC

Pardon my Tongue

"oh goodness me" "oh sorry" "please" "excuse me" "sir" "pardon" "ma'am" "gosh **** weeds" "yikers bees!" my tongue how you censor me around my Christian society but how I wish I could say ****

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I rubbed my red shawl raw with soap Pure white cotton was my hope My red shawl remains

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Sep 6, 2019

Sep 6, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC

Red Cotton Shawl

I rubbed my red shawl raw with soap Pure white cotton was my hope My red shawl remains

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