san-paull - Hello Poetry

Give them to me. All the pieces of your broken heart. Give them to me. I'll take them. All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams. Give them to me. I will take them. Give them to me. They are wanted here. All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you. Give them to me. And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be. Let me have them. And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground. I will take them. And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings. Let me have them. And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them. Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful. Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture. Our Psalms. Our Proverbs: *“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.” “If it were not for him, it would have been us.” “You were all my brightest colors.” “I wish I were more like you.” “I wish I were less like me.” “I am sped.”* And we will read them at dawn like litany. Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both. That we may take them. And make a blanket. A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last. I will take them. All the parts you no longer want. Give them to me. Because they are what make us beautiful. Give them to me. That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings. That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception. Give them to me. I will take them. Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

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san-paull

May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC

sean-critchfield

Mosaic

Give them to me. All the pieces of your broken heart. Give them to me. I'll take them. All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams. Give them to me. I will take them. Give them to me. They are wanted here. All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you. Give them to me. And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be. Let me have them. And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground. I will take them. And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings. Let me have them. And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them. Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful. Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture. Our Psalms. Our Proverbs: *“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.” “If it were not for him, it would have been us.” “You were all my brightest colors.” “I wish I were more like you.” “I wish I were less like me.” “I am sped.”* And we will read them at dawn like litany. Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both. That we may take them. And make a blanket. A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last. I will take them. All the parts you no longer want. Give them to me. Because they are what make us beautiful. Give them to me. That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings. That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception. Give them to me. I will take them. Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

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I KEEP SAYING I JUST NEED TIME JUST NEED TIME NEED TIME TIME TIME TIME BUT IT SCARES ME TO WONDER HOW MANY DAYS WEEKS MONTHS YEARS WILL IT TAKE TO FEEL WHOLE AGAIN

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san-paull

Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC

wayfaering

lonely grl seeks new/or used watches and clocks

I KEEP SAYING I JUST NEED TIME JUST NEED TIME NEED TIME TIME TIME TIME BUT IT SCARES ME TO WONDER HOW MANY DAYS WEEKS MONTHS YEARS WILL IT TAKE TO FEEL WHOLE AGAIN

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Why can't you be horrible and full of unforgivable flaws? Why does it gets worse and not better inside my stupid, devoted heart? Why do you still feel the same to me? Your skin hasn't lost that scent I knew The scent I still know and can remember by simply closing my eyes The scent I still desire and find familiar Even if it really never was

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san-paull

Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC

ana-a

"The Song Remains the Same"

Why can't you be horrible and full of unforgivable flaws? Why does it gets worse and not better inside my stupid, devoted heart? Why do you still feel the same to me? Your skin hasn't lost that scent I knew The scent I still know and can remember by simply closing my eyes The scent I still desire and find familiar Even if it really never was

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You stab me in the back with a knife, and I apologize for bleeding on it.

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san-paull

Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC

joshua-haines

Trust

You stab me in the back with a knife, and I apologize for bleeding on it.

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