pinkimwest - Hello Poetry

I cusp this fragile thing Light, nestled in between Steadily burning red Sometimes A little blue instead In tiny cracks, the air Forces flames to flicker Wasn’t really able to finish this prose Maybe it was my subconscious Trying to warn me But here we go again Finishing this thing With an exhale I let this ******* flame die

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC

Happy Hopeful

I cusp this fragile thing Light, nestled in between Steadily burning red Sometimes A little blue instead In tiny cracks, the air Forces flames to flicker Wasn’t really able to finish this prose Maybe it was my subconscious Trying to warn me But here we go again Finishing this thing With an exhale I let this ******* flame die

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She dreamed of bottling up rainbows The way they bottled up ships They said to have as many ships as you want But rainbows? We don’t have a bottle for those She forgot that ships you can touch While rainbows you could only watch

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC

Dispirited

She dreamed of bottling up rainbows The way they bottled up ships They said to have as many ships as you want But rainbows? We don’t have a bottle for those She forgot that ships you can touch While rainbows you could only watch

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I felt my head explode In between one blink and the next I heard a bomb go off in my chest In the same second I exhaled a breath I recounted every awful inch of flaw By the time it took for my hair to be tucked I smiled and answered back to you While I cringed inwardly at a passing memory The truth is I am so exhausted The train in my brain is stuck in a loop I am a passenger trapped Desperately praying for a station Where I can get off and this can ******* stop.

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Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC

Trains

I felt my head explode In between one blink and the next I heard a bomb go off in my chest In the same second I exhaled a breath I recounted every awful inch of flaw By the time it took for my hair to be tucked I smiled and answered back to you While I cringed inwardly at a passing memory The truth is I am so exhausted The train in my brain is stuck in a loop I am a passenger trapped Desperately praying for a station Where I can get off and this can ******* stop.

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I think I may have been cursed To hold you up in a pedestal Inlaid with silver and gold Sharp and blinding and beautiful I think I may have forced myself To fix my eyes on you That when I dare to look away I only see black and gray You are becoming more perfect In the widening gap between us I think I may have been cursed To be the human to your sun

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC

Cursed

I think I may have been cursed To hold you up in a pedestal Inlaid with silver and gold Sharp and blinding and beautiful I think I may have forced myself To fix my eyes on you That when I dare to look away I only see black and gray You are becoming more perfect In the widening gap between us I think I may have been cursed To be the human to your sun

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She painted her walls The brightest of yellows That when she opened her eyes She would feel some warmth Instead of being so hollow She wanted to paint some more The purest of blues Even a touch of verdigris High up on the ceiling In awnings and moldings But she came home with nothing When she couldn’t quite buy The kind of blue in the sky One day she looked up To cracks of blue between the clouds In every widening crack Is somebody holding a paintbrush They would paint and paint Until every blue is used up She wanted so much She wanted with all of her heart For some spilled paint she could catch When her tears cleared She saw someone floating down He landed without a sound He did not offer her some spilled paint But in his paint stained fingers he held A piece of the sky She grinned and looked up For he had missed a spot.

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC

Spilled Paint

She painted her walls The brightest of yellows That when she opened her eyes She would feel some warmth Instead of being so hollow She wanted to paint some more The purest of blues Even a touch of verdigris High up on the ceiling In awnings and moldings But she came home with nothing When she couldn’t quite buy The kind of blue in the sky One day she looked up To cracks of blue between the clouds In every widening crack Is somebody holding a paintbrush They would paint and paint Until every blue is used up She wanted so much She wanted with all of her heart For some spilled paint she could catch When her tears cleared She saw someone floating down He landed without a sound He did not offer her some spilled paint But in his paint stained fingers he held A piece of the sky She grinned and looked up For he had missed a spot.

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Sadness is a river We followed its course Most times we floated in boats Expertly handling the oars In brighter banks we were calm Almost putting our paddles down We may sit still We were moving, still Small ripples only grow Waves and waves of water flow Along this river coursing We dreamed of drowning As we dream We tightened our hold And paddled and paddled.

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC

Drowning Dreams

Sadness is a river We followed its course Most times we floated in boats Expertly handling the oars In brighter banks we were calm Almost putting our paddles down We may sit still We were moving, still Small ripples only grow Waves and waves of water flow Along this river coursing We dreamed of drowning As we dream We tightened our hold And paddled and paddled.

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I captured this wispy thing And it slipped through my fingers It glowed gold and was gone Until a silvery streak of light it’s become With a jar in hand I stalked To attack, I suppose I traipsed in the dark It slipped slowly out of sight Now my hands are blue I miss the warmth But it’s selfish, I know To lock something away Just because it’s beautiful And it takes away the cold.

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC

Uncatching Fireflies

I captured this wispy thing And it slipped through my fingers It glowed gold and was gone Until a silvery streak of light it’s become With a jar in hand I stalked To attack, I suppose I traipsed in the dark It slipped slowly out of sight Now my hands are blue I miss the warmth But it’s selfish, I know To lock something away Just because it’s beautiful And it takes away the cold.

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Do me a favor Can you come find me The way the sea finds the shore In ways I found The hues of blues in the sky Have no reflections on the ground Or in certain times I find peace in slivers of light Filtering through windows at midnight Will you seek me out Even as I hide in layers Under my own smiles Do me a favor Will you come running Even as I run away I’ll be extending my arms I’ll be running backwards Looking at you I’ll tell you to stop chasing But do me a favor Don’t listen

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC

A Little Favor

Do me a favor Can you come find me The way the sea finds the shore In ways I found The hues of blues in the sky Have no reflections on the ground Or in certain times I find peace in slivers of light Filtering through windows at midnight Will you seek me out Even as I hide in layers Under my own smiles Do me a favor Will you come running Even as I run away I’ll be extending my arms I’ll be running backwards Looking at you I’ll tell you to stop chasing But do me a favor Don’t listen

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I want you to read me like a favorite character you know so well I want all my thoughts laid bare every little aching bit my soul explored analyzed meticulously in parts go on, read a novel of me and whisper in my ear the whole story

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC

read to me

I want you to read me like a favorite character you know so well I want all my thoughts laid bare every little aching bit my soul explored analyzed meticulously in parts go on, read a novel of me and whisper in my ear the whole story

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“Come closer,” you beckoned Your fingers like strings Pulling me out Where I lay cocooned Inside the smell of rain I stood my ground Fought as you Sought me out I have grown roots In the confines In the comforts In the eye of the storm Two seconds more Let me sleep One second more Until my very hands Will pull myself out

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC

I Am Holding Me Down

“Come closer,” you beckoned Your fingers like strings Pulling me out Where I lay cocooned Inside the smell of rain I stood my ground Fought as you Sought me out I have grown roots In the confines In the comforts In the eye of the storm Two seconds more Let me sleep One second more Until my very hands Will pull myself out

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