s-g - Hello Poetry

It is what lies in between the meeting of our bodies, the gaps which cannot be filled that hold the currents of all the possibilities. Leaving prickles on our skin, places that may look empty, are filled with a tension that captures every breath. It is what lies in between all the words that we speak, when there is too much to say that hold all the secrets too big for our fragile ears. So words remain unspoken, until the air in between, swells and it swallows us whole, leaving no space at all.

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Oct 3, 2024

Oct 3, 2024 at 10:18 PM UTC

The In Between

It is what lies in between the meeting of our bodies, the gaps which cannot be filled that hold the currents of all the possibilities. Leaving prickles on our skin, places that may look empty, are filled with a tension that captures every breath. It is what lies in between all the words that we speak, when there is too much to say that hold all the secrets too big for our fragile ears. So words remain unspoken, until the air in between, swells and it swallows us whole, leaving no space at all.

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Promises hang loosely from the lips But heavy on the soul

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Sep 14, 2024

Sep 14, 2024 at 5:54 AM UTC

Promises

Promises hang loosely from the lips But heavy on the soul

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Your kindness feels illicit Like an intimate brush of fingertips Your smile touches my soul Like a kiss to the corner of my mouth Your presence heats my dreams Like a moment stolen in the darkness And your praise lays me bare So there is nothing and everything between us

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Sep 12, 2024

Sep 12, 2024 at 8:03 AM UTC

Between us

Your kindness feels illicit Like an intimate brush of fingertips Your smile touches my soul Like a kiss to the corner of my mouth Your presence heats my dreams Like a moment stolen in the darkness And your praise lays me bare So there is nothing and everything between us

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Your presence is here But I’m walking alone And I’m forced to remember It’s now a house not a home It holds many memories But with time some will fade Both forgetting and remembering Now makes me afraid At night dreams bring comfort But with day comes the dread Childhood nightmares have changed Now they’re living instead It’s a funny thing time How it keeps moving on But I’m caught between frames Of you being here and then gone

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Sep 11, 2024

Sep 11, 2024 at 8:04 AM UTC

Grief

Your presence is here But I’m walking alone And I’m forced to remember It’s now a house not a home It holds many memories But with time some will fade Both forgetting and remembering Now makes me afraid At night dreams bring comfort But with day comes the dread Childhood nightmares have changed Now they’re living instead It’s a funny thing time How it keeps moving on But I’m caught between frames Of you being here and then gone

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When the night sky expands in front of you until the stars are out of reach, And the weight of the darkness holds you still… You’re trapped looking at the beauty you are aching to touch, But Knowing you never will.

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Jul 28, 2024

Jul 28, 2024 at 6:11 AM UTC

Desire

When the night sky expands in front of you until the stars are out of reach, And the weight of the darkness holds you still… You’re trapped looking at the beauty you are aching to touch, But Knowing you never will.

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There was an incessant reporting That a virus was warring Heading to the shores of the great land of Aus. But our blind self deceiving Had us disbelieving Though the doubt couldn’t stop what already was. And so as the virus arrived We were ordered inside But not before stocking cupboards with care. There were limits on buying Though not all were complying The shelves at the supermarket were practically bare. Lists of measures in place There to keep us all safe Felt like a relinquish of our control. And though most were trying There was no denying The lack of connection was taking its toll. Then came the vaccination That divided the nation When what we needed was to stay strong. But with tensions so taut It’s no wonder we fought Though it would’ve been easier if we’d got along. The days turned to nights As what we thought were our rights Turned out to be privilege we hadn’t prized. So when the restrictions eased Much more than just pleased Many of our priorities were revised. Now those times seem so distant But there are reminders persistent Of a time when we couldn’t just be. So visit those that you miss And lean in for that kiss Remember it’s a gift to be free.

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Feb 7, 2024

Feb 7, 2024 at 1:14 AM UTC

The Virus- Melbourne, Australia

There was an incessant reporting That a virus was warring Heading to the shores of the great land of Aus. But our blind self deceiving Had us disbelieving Though the doubt couldn’t stop what already was. And so as the virus arrived We were ordered inside But not before stocking cupboards with care. There were limits on buying Though not all were complying The shelves at the supermarket were practically bare. Lists of measures in place There to keep us all safe Felt like a relinquish of our control. And though most were trying There was no denying The lack of connection was taking its toll. Then came the vaccination That divided the nation When what we needed was to stay strong. But with tensions so taut It’s no wonder we fought Though it would’ve been easier if we’d got along. The days turned to nights As what we thought were our rights Turned out to be privilege we hadn’t prized. So when the restrictions eased Much more than just pleased Many of our priorities were revised. Now those times seem so distant But there are reminders persistent Of a time when we couldn’t just be. So visit those that you miss And lean in for that kiss Remember it’s a gift to be free.

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Caught between the elasticity of time and the rigidness of a 9am Monday meeting…

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Feb 7, 2024

Feb 7, 2024 at 12:38 AM UTC

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Caught between the elasticity of time and the rigidness of a 9am Monday meeting…

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Innocence woven into cotton, pulled down, stretched and snapped. Fingers trailing, tracing and leaving flesh branded by hot fingertips. Fabric forgotten and crumpled on the floor, replaced by a fine coating of goosebumps dressing milky white skin. Air thickened with sticky, salty secrets, hanging around like a morning fog. The filtered light through curtains highlights the place where virtue meets experience and the cotton, now misshapen tells a tale.

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Jul 17, 2023

Jul 17, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC

Cotton Tale

Innocence woven into cotton, pulled down, stretched and snapped. Fingers trailing, tracing and leaving flesh branded by hot fingertips. Fabric forgotten and crumpled on the floor, replaced by a fine coating of goosebumps dressing milky white skin. Air thickened with sticky, salty secrets, hanging around like a morning fog. The filtered light through curtains highlights the place where virtue meets experience and the cotton, now misshapen tells a tale.

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She sat at the table Where she nodded and bled, Blood dripped to her plate And her dinner turned red. But nobody noticed Because they were all fed, And her posture was straight And they liked what she said. So she choked down her dinner And kept the mood light, Then cleaned the blood from the carpet As she bid them goodnight.

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Jul 6, 2023

Jul 6, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC

Hostess

She sat at the table Where she nodded and bled, Blood dripped to her plate And her dinner turned red. But nobody noticed Because they were all fed, And her posture was straight And they liked what she said. So she choked down her dinner And kept the mood light, Then cleaned the blood from the carpet As she bid them goodnight.

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She smiled through the unease And accepted too much She was eager to please Took the unwanted touch Until her skin grew blisters And she cried out with shame Too boisterous for Misters She takes on the blame

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Jul 6, 2023

Jul 6, 2023 at 12:04 AM UTC

Blisters

She smiled through the unease And accepted too much She was eager to please Took the unwanted touch Until her skin grew blisters And she cried out with shame Too boisterous for Misters She takes on the blame

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