sawyer - Hello Poetry

Every day, people fall in love; Compose beautiful symphonies exalting the descent. All I can hear is the somber echo of my own voice, reverberating in the air. A piano key struck, the note sustained. I can still see his hands on the keys, practiced and deliberate. Mary Had A Little Lamb dropped my jaw. I still don't understand why bad things happen to good people. In time, he will be gone, And even now, he is gone still. Protecting me by hurting me. Every day I live his death. Every day I break my heart and tell him to stop scraping his knees. Go slower. He wrote me a letter: "Dear ______, I know". He stopped there, but I never could. Nightmares of words that filled those pages. He closed his chapter while I tried to write in the margins. Please do not stop writing; finish that letter. Tell me there, or in the space between our fingers. Tell me what need be told. End the story, or start a new one, but please do not stop writing.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC

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Every day, people fall in love; Compose beautiful symphonies exalting the descent. All I can hear is the somber echo of my own voice, reverberating in the air. A piano key struck, the note sustained. I can still see his hands on the keys, practiced and deliberate. Mary Had A Little Lamb dropped my jaw. I still don't understand why bad things happen to good people. In time, he will be gone, And even now, he is gone still. Protecting me by hurting me. Every day I live his death. Every day I break my heart and tell him to stop scraping his knees. Go slower. He wrote me a letter: "Dear ______, I know". He stopped there, but I never could. Nightmares of words that filled those pages. He closed his chapter while I tried to write in the margins. Please do not stop writing; finish that letter. Tell me there, or in the space between our fingers. Tell me what need be told. End the story, or start a new one, but please do not stop writing.

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Want for affection. First, inspected; Discovering flaws leaves lips barren.

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Apr 25, 2013

Apr 25, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC

10 Words: Please, One Kiss

Want for affection. First, inspected; Discovering flaws leaves lips barren.

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When words appear, Give them as gifts To the heartsick.

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Apr 23, 2013

Apr 23, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC

10 Words: Out of Kindness

When words appear, Give them as gifts To the heartsick.

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I feel broken Shattered My existence split in two One lives with him And the other quickly fades A whisper in the dark Of my hollowed breast These things should never happen Words erased from language Pain drawn out in syringes And burned in brilliant holocausts We did not ask for this For the eyes of God To shadow our lives, Apparent pity abound But no mercy from His hands Where are you now, O God? How doth thy affection lie? Prostrate on the ground, Bury my face in unholy text Chanting diagnoses And the time he has left

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Apr 20, 2013

Apr 20, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC

Cancer

I feel broken Shattered My existence split in two One lives with him And the other quickly fades A whisper in the dark Of my hollowed breast These things should never happen Words erased from language Pain drawn out in syringes And burned in brilliant holocausts We did not ask for this For the eyes of God To shadow our lives, Apparent pity abound But no mercy from His hands Where are you now, O God? How doth thy affection lie? Prostrate on the ground, Bury my face in unholy text Chanting diagnoses And the time he has left

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She's not pretty like an aurora; She's pretty like a hurricane. Yeah, but I still love her.

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Apr 15, 2013

Apr 15, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC

The Simple Parts of Love

She's not pretty like an aurora; She's pretty like a hurricane. Yeah, but I still love her.

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I count down Days on the calendar, Each it's own reminder; Rows of red X's march Across April like You must march each morning. The possibility hangs Like a cartoon piano overhead, Waiting to plummet down With its true crushing force. Hear the clang of Misfired keys, And there will be no more Wildflowers pressed, Sent away in sealed packages Alongside smiling photos And handwritten postcards Entailing sentiments that only offer Temporary comfort. There is no security In the promise of return When it's told from lips That have lied this before; No solace in hands That deliver folded flags To crying former wives Who prayed like I do; No hope in eyes That have seen unspeakable, In headlines shouting nightmares.

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Apr 13, 2013

Apr 13, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC

Marine

I count down Days on the calendar, Each it's own reminder; Rows of red X's march Across April like You must march each morning. The possibility hangs Like a cartoon piano overhead, Waiting to plummet down With its true crushing force. Hear the clang of Misfired keys, And there will be no more Wildflowers pressed, Sent away in sealed packages Alongside smiling photos And handwritten postcards Entailing sentiments that only offer Temporary comfort. There is no security In the promise of return When it's told from lips That have lied this before; No solace in hands That deliver folded flags To crying former wives Who prayed like I do; No hope in eyes That have seen unspeakable, In headlines shouting nightmares.

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I feel like you Don't take serious conversations Seriously, Unless it's serious For you. laughter

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC

A Few Lines of Found Poetry

I feel like you Don't take serious conversations Seriously, Unless it's serious For you. laughter

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Rain is Falling Outside, a Downpour for Three days And three Nights. In the Dark, It whispers To me, secrets Like an old Friend. Cool silver Over my wrists, My neck; Falling. Shiver of Antici- Pation tremble In my fingers. Electricity Hums, Thunder Rumbles and Crashes overhead. This is where I am Home.

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC

Drizzling

Rain is Falling Outside, a Downpour for Three days And three Nights. In the Dark, It whispers To me, secrets Like an old Friend. Cool silver Over my wrists, My neck; Falling. Shiver of Antici- Pation tremble In my fingers. Electricity Hums, Thunder Rumbles and Crashes overhead. This is where I am Home.

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consciousness breaking to light through blinds stained carpet starched sheets euphony in a name first and last all the same freckled shoulders dimpled cheek mirrored ***** laundry ***** dishes in the middle making love little pieces not broken scotch tape Christmas fights and snow flurries cigarettes smoke skin on my back sweet scalding stolen kiss only borrowed no need to return the beginning chance and fate balanced.

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC

Fragments

consciousness breaking to light through blinds stained carpet starched sheets euphony in a name first and last all the same freckled shoulders dimpled cheek mirrored ***** laundry ***** dishes in the middle making love little pieces not broken scotch tape Christmas fights and snow flurries cigarettes smoke skin on my back sweet scalding stolen kiss only borrowed no need to return the beginning chance and fate balanced.

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I am not in love with you. But I am gravely (And rather ungainly) In like with you. You told me you were Smitten with me. Of all things, smitten. I had never been so flattered. You played me a song: "Baby, baby, baby, Won't you be my girl?" The day I became yours, And you, mine. You played me a song: "Dream a little Dream of me," And I knew my sleep Would be haunted. You played me a song: "There is nothing for me But to love you And the way you look tonight," And I knew I needed help.

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC

Unfamiliar Territory

I am not in love with you. But I am gravely (And rather ungainly) In like with you. You told me you were Smitten with me. Of all things, smitten. I had never been so flattered. You played me a song: "Baby, baby, baby, Won't you be my girl?" The day I became yours, And you, mine. You played me a song: "Dream a little Dream of me," And I knew my sleep Would be haunted. You played me a song: "There is nothing for me But to love you And the way you look tonight," And I knew I needed help.

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