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seariver
seariver
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold. / / -Frodo Baggins, LOTR
Fences make for good neighbors, Slabs of wood painted bright white And it’s my world that it holds I used to believe in an open free for all Hippies caressing under a sweltering sun in the red mud I called that love Telling unsafe people my secrets And contorting myself to appease the un-appeasable It didn’t work Just made me tired really Maybe it was the way I was raised But I’m tired of pointing my finger out Because all I gotta do Is build a good fence This is my world, not anyone else’s I decide what comes into my little paradise.
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Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Fences
Do you see my hands, My open palms Clamped Sometimes Because I close And I find it so hard to open to you Love has always hurt before You said you’re independent but tender You make me feel so warm inside Like fireworks or rainbows expanding inside me Like the sweetest melody Brewing inside my heart You give me hope Beautiful love.
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Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
Beautiful love
I feel hollow, Thrum thrum thrum, See? Hollow. It hurts to feel hollow I miss things I shouldn’t miss I’m remembering incorrectly It hurts, it just hurts I want to feel the sun and be whisked off my feet by joy But my heart is heavy I miss things I shouldn’t miss That relationship, was a drug An addiction I miss things I shouldn’t miss My mind and body and heart Are craving a hit I’m in withdrawal Ouch Shaking, hollow, thrum thrum thrum Who am I? I’m missing things I shouldn’t miss.
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
I miss things I shouldn’t miss
Pull me in with the tide Green frothy foam rising up my thighs Translucent teal Bubbles popping, waves crashing My imagination, whole Home At home In the big green sea Who’s hand should I hold? Who’s bed do I want to inhabit I spend my time thinking of the people I may love But I always end up alone But that’s ok Because it’s safer to sleep To keep this distance between us Don’t worry Just because we’re away Doesn’t make this love unreal Everything is real which I can feel If I can feel it in my heart And dream it in my mind I know, It’s real But sometimes I have trouble distinguishing dreams from reality But is it all really the same? An undivided stream Weaving threads, together in this tapestry Who’s hand should I hold? For now I hold my own.
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
Who’s hand should I hold?
I want beauty like the blue sage Beckoning the hummingbird, Petals open Fertile ground between throbbing lips ******* like mountain peaks, Round and supple Yearning to be touched and devoured in his hands I want beauty, deep beauty Raw beauty And aliveness Fully alive I hunger to be fully alive With this earth, with creation, with the pulsing energy of the cosmos I’m alive On fire Pulsing Awake and dreaming I know what I want Life, To live.
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
I know what I want
So this is how the story goes, I think I fall in love But when I seek deeper There are no roots Just empty promises that never bloomed It’s funny because I always wonder what they think of me How they feel for me But when I look in my own heart I find that I don’t even love them, just like I know they don’t love me This one thought of himself as a knight in shining armor, He said he was a romantic But really he was so cruel, Giving me what he knew I wanted in the beginning Only to gain power over me to tear me apart And I just couldn’t take it, one more day Of him yelling at me, Criticizing me, Telling me to change And then with his victim story Of anxiety about the pain he caused me He’s such a fool, But so am I I abandoned myself for his love That I could never fully grasp no matter how hard I tried.
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Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
Untitled
She’s a red, hot energy coursing through me Awakening in my heart She’s daring and unruly, Truly wild, and set apart She’s a blue flame Dancing fluidly with the wind Her blue courses through my veins And washes through my beating heart I thought maybe, I had to be different To have her live in me But that belief made her enraged, She absolutely disagreed But this belief was ingrained in me by the people who make the beauty magazines, And all the flashy displays of ‘this is what a woman ought to be’ Even the men have picked me apart Scrutinizing my features as if I’m not a work of divine art They program us women this way so that we don’t feel good enough, And when we don’t feel good enough we’re more likely to hand over our money To be injected into and pumped up With plumper lips, thicker hips, bigger **** But when is it ever enough? We end up like fattened cows stationary, hooked into a milking machine We lose the meaning to life Because plastic can’t let life in I don’t want plastic I want real I want Her To take me over And bring me to life I don’t want to compare myself to other girls And believe the lack of love in my life is because of my ordinary looks Or because they is something wrong with me That I’m not feminine enough, Attractive enough to men, put together enough, smart enough, wifey-material enough And this is why I’m on my own But it’s not true It’s a lie I am lovable and I am kind I have a lot to offer And I’m going to give it all to me I’m not going to mold myself Into what I think men want me to be.
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 9:16 PM UTC
Feminine
She’s a red, hot energy coursing through me Awakening in my heart She’s daring and unruly, Truly wild, and set apart She’s a blue flame Dancing fluidly with the wind Her blue courses through my veins And washes through my beating heart I thought maybe, I had to be different To have her live in me But that belief made her enraged, She absolutely disagreed But this belief was ingrained in me by the people who make the beauty magazines, And all the flashy displays of ‘this is what a woman ought to be’ Even the men have picked me apart Scrutinizing my features as if I’m not a work of divine art They program us women this way so that we don’t feel good enough, And when we don’t feel good enough we’re more likely to hand over our money To be injected into and pumped up With plumper lips, thicker hips, bigger **** But when is it ever enough? We end up like fattened cows stationary, hooked into a milking machine We lose the meaning to life Because plastic can’t let life in I don’t want plastic I want real I want Her To take me over And bring me to life I don’t want to compare myself to other girls And believe the lack of love in my life is because of my ordinary looks Or because they is something wrong with me That I’m not feminine enough, Attractive enough to men, put together enough, smart enough, wifey-material enough And this is why I’m on my own But it’s not true It’s a lie I am lovable and I am kind I have a lot to offer And I’m going to give it all to me I’m not going to mold myself Into what I think men want me to be.
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Sometimes I ask myself, What am I doing? I wake up unintentionally at 4 in the morning And I finally feel truly alone It feels so nice to be alone But that’s when the appraisal of my life starts All this feeling of— this doesn’t belong Remember when I used to have that feeling all the time? All those years of I don’t belong here? And yet I stayed in those places that felt confining Until there was no other choice but to leave And when that time came Like a blessing from heaven Grief was welcomed, In it’s transitory glory The slowness, the stillness, the savoring Of saying goodbye The opening, the excitement, the jubilation Of starting over again, of being freed from my bonds Now I feel it happening again I’m resisting it, like I always do But life, she’s kinda funny Sometimes she takes away my ability to choose and makes them for me Because she knows I like to sleep in She says ‘rest for now, but I shall wake you up again soon’ And the soon is coming, I can feel it Like I can feel the coming of change in season I love summer, I don’t want it to go But fall is in the air, there’s no turning back And winter is well on her way The anticipation of change is swirling through the air I’m trying to make plans But I know life will have her way She knows better than me She knows I’m scared but also knows I can take it All she wants to do is expand me And for that, I’m grateful.
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Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
Expansion
It was sad you know, But maybe do you think it had to go? Who knows, Maybe things would’ve been different If we hadn’t taken all those missteps, and made all those mistakes I think we just didn’t truly know each other Before it was too late Neither of us really trusted, It was always a debate Of ‘do you really love me?’ And ‘is this real or is this fake?’ Because didn’t we both say in the beginning it felt too good to be true Hearts wide open Overflowing with love anew This gift seemed to fall into our laps— after years of hoping Maybe our fears of it being an illusion made it so Or maybe we’re two messed up people who ******* it up, Maybe we’ll never know I’m just not ready to give it up But I told him to go I showed my fangs and roared my fiercest roar And then, silence I didn’t hear from him no more I can’t tell you where’s he’s gone Just disconnected from me I understand I went wrong, But so did he.
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
A Love Story (kinda)
I had this sick feeling in my stomach This pit in my chest It was telling me to go I felt an overwhelming sense of unrest It felt like my life was beginning It felt like my life was ending It feels like I’m dying In the slippery waters of the womb, Being born anew It feels like a blossom cracking open The hot sun on my bare chest I can’t quite understand But it feels like my bleeding heart is visible under my ******* My heart was restless, My mind, amuck I couldn’t understand the push and pull within me I was out of luck I didn’t have words, Just a smile of plaster It’s easy to say goodbye It’s hard to say hello— won’t you come into my heart?
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
It’s hard to say hello