shilpa-shyam - Hello Poetry

your mind speaks a language mine does not, but our bodies complete each other's thoughts what does my skin decipher about you that my cortex fails to? your mouth bestows kind kisses while its words ruthlessly wound.

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC

Disconnect

your mind speaks a language mine does not, but our bodies complete each other's thoughts what does my skin decipher about you that my cortex fails to? your mouth bestows kind kisses while its words ruthlessly wound.

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Let me forget that I exist Become a speck, blending in with the atmosphere an observer to the insides of my head Sound ferries its cargo of meaning into our receptive minds Loud are thoughts although constructed with silent sound Imagination waits at the bench while thoughts play rough and tumble jostling and shoving , following the rules of consciousness' game But at night when the stadium clears images rush out, they dance and cheer sneaking past the fetters of language and reason

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC

My vivid dreams

Let me forget that I exist Become a speck, blending in with the atmosphere an observer to the insides of my head Sound ferries its cargo of meaning into our receptive minds Loud are thoughts although constructed with silent sound Imagination waits at the bench while thoughts play rough and tumble jostling and shoving , following the rules of consciousness' game But at night when the stadium clears images rush out, they dance and cheer sneaking past the fetters of language and reason

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Miserable Mortals in a moment you wallow in despair and yet in another you are ecstatic its ironic the liberation from your misery lies in the triumph of your mortality

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC

Misery loves mortals

Miserable Mortals in a moment you wallow in despair and yet in another you are ecstatic its ironic the liberation from your misery lies in the triumph of your mortality

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An ode to Skin, at first succulent ,finally blotchy, yet forever a wonderful thing, keeping the outside out , and the inside in...

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC

Skin

An ode to Skin, at first succulent ,finally blotchy, yet forever a wonderful thing, keeping the outside out , and the inside in...

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Gems generated in the mind Slip and slide along the walls Of the shower And whirl down with the relentless Water,gushing down the drain Washed away forever. A profound loss of the all too brief life of profound thoughts.

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Jan 18, 2014

Jan 18, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC

Ephemeral thoughts

Gems generated in the mind Slip and slide along the walls Of the shower And whirl down with the relentless Water,gushing down the drain Washed away forever. A profound loss of the all too brief life of profound thoughts.

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As I try to Haiku while you drift to sleep,my wee one I'm struck by how life waltzes like the energy in a wave, a zephyr of color, I'm a rainbow fading as you slowly gloriously gain your splendor

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Jan 18, 2014

Jan 18, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC

Transition

As I try to Haiku while you drift to sleep,my wee one I'm struck by how life waltzes like the energy in a wave, a zephyr of color, I'm a rainbow fading as you slowly gloriously gain your splendor

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There is no forever Just a series of moments , like stepping stones on a pond As you jump from one to another The longest forever is when you Wet your toes Between a moment and two

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Jan 17, 2014

Jan 17, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC

Now

There is no forever Just a series of moments , like stepping stones on a pond As you jump from one to another The longest forever is when you Wet your toes Between a moment and two

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Unlike you,I have a real job, he says, Insinuating, That the 1331 diapers changed, The bleary eyed 2:00am feeds, The mountains of laundry washed and folded Are of course, Imaginary. Oh no, it’s not a “real “ job or a job at all , to raise a child, No perks for working weekends, Or cards sporting fancy titles, Or performance bonuses, For ***** training Oh no, not at all, But I’d like the remind you, Civilization was not not not built By men in suits, but, By generations of mothers Taming Neanderthal toddlers

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Jan 17, 2014

Jan 17, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC

A real job

Unlike you,I have a real job, he says, Insinuating, That the 1331 diapers changed, The bleary eyed 2:00am feeds, The mountains of laundry washed and folded Are of course, Imaginary. Oh no, it’s not a “real “ job or a job at all , to raise a child, No perks for working weekends, Or cards sporting fancy titles, Or performance bonuses, For ***** training Oh no, not at all, But I’d like the remind you, Civilization was not not not built By men in suits, but, By generations of mothers Taming Neanderthal toddlers

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Sometimes as I lay still, eyes closed, Bathed in memories, Of riveting detail, I'm not unlike Gulliver, on an island , pinned down by the Liliputs. Awake, but, I do not know where ,shackled as I am,in time and space, by these snippets of reverie,staking claim to my mind And I am for now, a felled giant.

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Jan 15, 2014

Jan 15, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC

Dreaming of a time long gone

Sometimes as I lay still, eyes closed, Bathed in memories, Of riveting detail, I'm not unlike Gulliver, on an island , pinned down by the Liliputs. Awake, but, I do not know where ,shackled as I am,in time and space, by these snippets of reverie,staking claim to my mind And I am for now, a felled giant.

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