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sage-consequence
sage-consequence
I write for hope that I can find something true within my own feelings and experiences
I lather my hands With the feeling of your skin And your hair I kissed your forehead You kissed my hand I told you “I understand” But a torch I took of you And a torch for you I still hold Despite those words And despite my affirmation My heart kept my emotion Keeping the feeling of you like lotion
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
Lotion
I once fell in love with a miner Not a young man, but a hard working one He danced with soot and calloused his hands Working in places the sun had never gone People would ask me, "Why?" But I loved his spirit and his strong mind And people should still persisted to pry "I never cared about his lack of time" Because I loved this man, soot and all I watched him work in shadows I waited for his nightly call Until his work took him to the gallows
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
The Miner
How could my words Further tangle in my throat When just the thought of you Ties the tightest words I've ever known. How could my heart swell Further inside my chest When all you do is look at me With the bluest eyes I've ever seen. How could I possibly Further bypass my deepest emotions When your touch magnifies The deepest, and strongest love I've ever felt. And how could I have let you go Further away from me When all I ever do Is dream of the happiest moments We've ever had.
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
How?
God gave me your music When the silence grew too strong At first it didn't make sense Because I've been alone for so long But eventually the notes danced On my newly opened mind And I jumped towards the sky Out of my world and out of my binds Then forever and on I danced freely by myself And God smiled down upon my mental health
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Your Music. My Freedom.
Comfort in the promise Of no promises at all Knowing your warmth may be fleeting I await the cold For the fool hopes for the swearing of always Wrapped in lavender cloth But the wise await for the winter that no shelter can withstand. I ran to you knowing your feet had the ability to run in opposition So I approached you and waited for your feet to move And so they did. The winter bird wrecked my home and frosted my woven flowers. And now I stand pale and alone As the wiser.
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
The Wise and The Winter
Phone at her chest Hoping someone would call Just to hear her heart beating. A dial at her fingertips Just in case The silence of the ringer Became too unbearable. Darkness at her feet So if someone were to call There would be no safe place to run.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Waiting for Acquaintance
Everything is whatever The water is dark And your face is cool To the touch. But I could never feel Your icy skin Because everything Is just whatever And whatever has never Brought me closer Than the moon. You are the earth And I look down At you from great distances. We dance together But never do we touch Never do we hold. I go with the flow And your waterfalls push My picture out of focus. No moon on the surface. Because everything Is just whatever And whatever Is what you've chosen.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
Everything is Whatever
I skate in the rain I ruin my grip tape I ruin my name Cemented and scraped What is my escape? Who am I to say? Nothing answered in 12 tapes Of all the sins I'll pay I dance in the rain I color the ground I sing of the pain Of no comfort I've found Did you hear me? Do my soles display? Can you possibly see What my feet would say? I love in the rain I lay in the sand I call me to blame For he is my rain man
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
Rain Man
When the water flows It runs with rippled chaos And endless beauty The blue body reflected surface Crashes to white against The hardened rocks of death Yet it still sprints at full speed Despite the river's debris The persistence of the current Enlightens the perseverance within me
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
1535
I read myself through The morning haze With weary bones And cloudy daze Then the afternoon Passed me by In my journal wrote "Let me cry" But the sun fell In great orange colors And in my soul laid The warmth of 21 summers Soon after the celestial sparkles Filled my eyes full Sitting with my heavy eyes I knew I was a fool
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
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