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rae-slager
rae-slager
Hey, I'm Rae. I like pigeons and write moderately average poetry.
He didn’t respond for five hours on the Fourth of July It was warm I was tired Cell phone rested on my thigh And I sat And I waited Another hour passed by He was mad Or maybe his phone was dead Or he was with that girl, Autumn, He said she was giving him the eye So I picked up my phone And sent a message that read, “Hey baby, I miss you, So, can you please reply?” He was my world My everything The who made me sigh As I listened to silly love songs He made me want to try To spend each moment Speaking not from my mind But from my heart to his Two more hours went by His soul with mine Intertwined It was dark now Cool Into a chair I reclined And I sent another text “Hi, hope your day is going well Text me whenever, I’m getting by.” I missed the moment when My brother managed to embarrass himself Yet again And why it was so funny I’ll never know Because on the phone remained my eyes Another mindless hour went by And finally The phone’s ringtone chimed But I didn’t pick it up Let alone waste my time With someone who made me feel so confined I felt the wind brush against me Smelled fresh, crisp, summer air And I spent the night Sitting in the grass Watching the stars As they danced and conversed as the fireworks burst And I realized I could love myself
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Fourth of July Lover
We have not met since you wandered through my heart
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
What could have been (10w)
He found salvation and then proceeded to pull its trigger
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Salvation (10w)
It's 3:00 am I am cold and from 2,000 miles away he warms my heart
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
3:00 am
You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay I should speak what’s on my mind And yet you censor what I say Conformists following their set way Unabashedly blind You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay Thoughts leaping through my head like a ballet In an elaborate design And yet you censor what I say Follow the script “Hello” “Good day” Nothing new and all will be fine You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay My words are clay Moldable, unconfined And yet you censor what I say This world goes by in shades of gray My rainbow is maligned You tell me nothing should ever keep me at bay A̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶e̶n̶s̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Censorship
Red                                                              Red blood                                                            poppies splatters the ground                                       blanket the ground on a cold                                                      on a calm Orange                                                         Orange autumn day                                                   autumn day a bitter, biting wind                                        a cool, rousing breeze meets the                                                      meets the Yellow                                                         Yellow piercing sun                                                   warming sun beating down                                                shining down on dead, littered bodies                                 on thriving, vibrant flora skin turning                                                   emerging from Green                                                           Green decay                                                            grass an ugly scene                                                 a brilliant display of man's loss                                                 of nature's victory Blue                                                             Blue uniforms                                                        sky war-torn, battered                                        endless, infinite hidden                                                          retires by the                                                           to the Purple                                                          Purple night                                                             night
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
Colors
Red                                                              Red blood                                                            poppies splatters the ground                                       blanket the ground on a cold                                                      on a calm Orange                                                         Orange autumn day                                                   autumn day a bitter, biting wind                                        a cool, rousing breeze meets the                                                      meets the Yellow                                                         Yellow piercing sun                                                   warming sun beating down                                                shining down on dead, littered bodies                                 on thriving, vibrant flora skin turning                                                   emerging from Green                                                           Green decay                                                            grass an ugly scene                                                 a brilliant display of man's loss                                                 of nature's victory Blue                                                             Blue uniforms                                                        sky war-torn, battered                                        endless, infinite hidden                                                          retires by the                                                           to the Purple                                                          Purple night                                                             night
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Your smile Pierces my eyes Creeps through my head And reaches my lips
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
My Happiness
I felt it twist around me tighter and tighter tears poured blood slowed and you stared with that sly smile you do so well tighter and tighter gasping for air your teeth bared the snake ensnared tighter and tighter hands limp heart stopped and you had the nerve to look right into my lifeless eyes and ask, "is everything ok?"
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Suffocation
Tap the screen Send the text So my mind can be free Heart beating fast Seen at 10:23
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
"Hey.... we need to talk."
I'm kept up at night Thinking about you And I wonder if thinking of me Makes you restless too
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Lovesick