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shauna-white
shauna-white
Irish
I am happy now, I am here I needed a rest, a break away But I am here now and I promise not to stray I scooped her up, she was barely there A shadow of me that was withered, laid bare It is only now when I look within I see the extent of the state we were in To flee my own self, how did I ever try Neglect too harsh and true to deny And yet still now I neglect to know How I left and the nowhere I go Without you - My poor and lonely soul I promise There is no need to worry My Holy Ghost I have you here - and I'll hold you close We are happy, and here, and now.
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
My Holy Ghost
Pray for me And I think I do not pray But - Yeah sure. But pray, won't you? And I think I will So - Yeah sure. Just not in the way you hope. It is in the way I beg to the ether. I pray to you to tell me it's not real. I pray to myself to hold it all together. I pray to life to change its course. I pray to remove you from the source. I pray to dream with you. Here and never-ending. There is no time, there is no measure. You and me, protected here forever. I pray for you to face no fear. I pray for me to fight any near. I pray to time. I pray to you. I pray for you. Always.
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
Pray
The nerves are gone. It's a phrase familiar but never applied to me. She's at her wits end. The image strikes of a worn - torn - woman Frazzled hair and arms out of sockets - the tear of demand - the air of long gone reprimand. How has it become my reflection? Two tortured shadows. Muscle power that has been splintered, cracked. No breakthrough, no expression. Excuse me, please? My nerves and wit - Well they seem to have escaped me. Can you join me in the search? Can you help me understand? When did time pick up its legs and run? My nerves, my wit, well yes of course My very self, you can be sure I'm afraid They have long gone and betrayed me. The eyes - they haunt the carved out hollow. A strange relief to know the evidence lies in front. Excuse me, sir? Have you seen what the last few months have done to me?
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Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Endure
Assume the burial of the you to me that I conceived The soil's earth, the soul engorges my strives to reach the air It renounces me to make way for the reborn root of you For me, I seek to force above the fold But the mound engineers my innocence To drown down to your fading hold Is to feel the heavy weight of yearned existence I will never reach your delicate grasp It forgets to lay claim to mine No, forget me not for it is a measured miss Your intended dereliction by design You, drifting steadily beyond all redemption Me, approaching abandonment of the quest - A hymn to the blind revival Be assured at the closing breath You are fated to offer a whisper - a shadow - a gesture Grant full life in the depth of your distance To keep me in hope yet to know that hope is empty Anchored - aligned In preparation for denial Of your piece At the end of the never-ceasing coda.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
The Blind Revival
Trailing in these shoes, my feet no longer hurt Straight line and bearable now In replace of the pain and dirt We know that they are not mine but I have made the buckle fit Now I stand in front of you, your smirk triumphantly lit You believe that you have tamed me and all that I come with
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
Leather Shoes
I am living in the 1920s I am missing the shaking tassel dresses, the whispering red lips and the springing curls I live through the deep emptiness of an uncurled smile from a boy who has a shine in his eye A shine from a coin filled with the greed for the nothingness of wealth His gaping presence has replaced wickedly free men What remains are toying boys craving meaning Behind the shade of the thinly golden pattern Of whiskey blurred nights Of shivering embraces Barely touching in numbness I love you meaning I do not acknowledge your depth or care to know mine What meaning?
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Modernism
When the light has fallen away And our facades of rush momentarily glide on the breakable ice in a haven of realisation Your darkness unveils the beautiful layers of the night's loudest silences As you hear what the day steals away
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
The Night's Loudest Silences
I miss how the protective warmth forces my muscles to relax the cool bitter beer tastes sweeter on my yearning red lips As my eyes have become a minimal size, a forcing squint from the demanding shine How the earth welcomes me to lie with it side by side How the long green strands tickle my freckly skin the calm of a welcoming outside, inviting me stay and play for a while I miss the openness of the colours hovering in the haze of heat How it reminds me that I am part of this overwhelming world And how nature is my version of a God I do not miss the way in which the colours fade to leave a shade and it leaves without so much as a nod
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Summer
A child cries as loud as she can so that you will hear. Do you do the same?
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Hiding
No matter how fulfilled my new love feels There is still a little bit of the memories you created Leaking through this creased smile
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Undoubted doubt