s-g-rose - Hello Poetry

I guess I'll write until the words fall off this page. Until the white noise in this living room sounds like friends. Until this uneasy feeling in my gut satiates like a favorite meal. I'll write until the world makes sense again. Or at least until this cup of coffee needs refilling.

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC

Shelter in Place

I guess I'll write until the words fall off this page. Until the white noise in this living room sounds like friends. Until this uneasy feeling in my gut satiates like a favorite meal. I'll write until the world makes sense again. Or at least until this cup of coffee needs refilling.

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Don’t you want to know how salt tastes and hollow sounds? How the alchemy of sweat and soot erases mistakes? Or the ways conceit and heartache can be served together at once and still be palatable?

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC

Untitled

Don’t you want to know how salt tastes and hollow sounds? How the alchemy of sweat and soot erases mistakes? Or the ways conceit and heartache can be served together at once and still be palatable?

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This mouth is quicksand. Teeth nothing but distraction from destruction. I can hold the words steady on my tongue but everyone knows the end to these kind of matters. The words will sink deep and rot in my gut. Do you have something to feel Samantha? Good Luck. Good Luck. Good Luck.

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Feb 9, 2020

Feb 9, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC

Tongue Tied

This mouth is quicksand. Teeth nothing but distraction from destruction. I can hold the words steady on my tongue but everyone knows the end to these kind of matters. The words will sink deep and rot in my gut. Do you have something to feel Samantha? Good Luck. Good Luck. Good Luck.

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Fingers walk those piano keys cementing sentiment to song. You couldn’t keep her like those old keys can; Wrapped in melody you sing a graveyard.

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Nov 6, 2019

Nov 6, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC

Muse

Fingers walk those piano keys cementing sentiment to song. You couldn’t keep her like those old keys can; Wrapped in melody you sing a graveyard.

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Reptile skin, thick and watertight. Nothing penetrates. But you are warm. Weak and porous. and everything sinks in like gasoline penetrating wood.

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Oct 7, 2019

Oct 7, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC

Can't you be ******* stronger?

Reptile skin, thick and watertight. Nothing penetrates. But you are warm. Weak and porous. and everything sinks in like gasoline penetrating wood.

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words like hot ash and the smell of scorched skin leave the room leave the wound You like to win.

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC

Conflict Resolution

words like hot ash and the smell of scorched skin leave the room leave the wound You like to win.

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Do you feel the air still? The silence that kisses the room before the roof blows. ‘duck and cover’ ‘duck and cover’ the instructions you recite as the alarm bells sound.

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC

Not A Test

Do you feel the air still? The silence that kisses the room before the roof blows. ‘duck and cover’ ‘duck and cover’ the instructions you recite as the alarm bells sound.

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Dip your head into her well, but be careful not to fall too deep. For her water is quenching, and you will sink yourself swimming.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC

Swimming

Dip your head into her well, but be careful not to fall too deep. For her water is quenching, and you will sink yourself swimming.

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Ensnared, tangled and captured I swam into your fishing web knowing good and well You'd use my life to feed yours.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC

11/2/2018

Ensnared, tangled and captured I swam into your fishing web knowing good and well You'd use my life to feed yours.

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You say I can't be trusted. Pointing fingers hammer firmly the hurt into place. I watch the tears puddle and collect as you choke out the tale of the green-eyed storyteller who painted your world with words of "I will I won't I love I don't..." and that she said them until they consumed you. And I couldn't argue.

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC

Cheater.

You say I can't be trusted. Pointing fingers hammer firmly the hurt into place. I watch the tears puddle and collect as you choke out the tale of the green-eyed storyteller who painted your world with words of "I will I won't I love I don't..." and that she said them until they consumed you. And I couldn't argue.

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