slm - Hello Poetry

A week of watching Time slip through my fingers These days spent fighting Acceptance like never before As my heart digs its heels Into the ground I leave behind

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Aug 27, 2013

Aug 27, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC

slm

Resistance

A week of watching Time slip through my fingers These days spent fighting Acceptance like never before As my heart digs its heels Into the ground I leave behind

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the white moon lingers in the pale blue morning sky paper thin or thinner like a piece of cloud torn off there is only this; the wind, slightly cold the sun, slightly warmer and the promise of something we have yet to define

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Aug 1, 2013

Aug 1, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC

slm

Untitled

the white moon lingers in the pale blue morning sky paper thin or thinner like a piece of cloud torn off there is only this; the wind, slightly cold the sun, slightly warmer and the promise of something we have yet to define

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there are some looks words silence a nervous gathering of belongings a discrete sense of alarm so subtle, only subconsciously detected a follow-up question (do you think I'm stupid?) an answer, as simple as it is honest (no) the silent threat of a door being shut and the end to a story never written

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC

slm

prologue

there are some looks words silence a nervous gathering of belongings a discrete sense of alarm so subtle, only subconsciously detected a follow-up question (do you think I'm stupid?) an answer, as simple as it is honest (no) the silent threat of a door being shut and the end to a story never written

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to rest cry read a book and close a door

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC

slm

A day made (10w)

to rest cry read a book and close a door

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The frost in my bones Nearly melted At one point

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Jul 4, 2013

Jul 4, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC

slm

With You (10w)

The frost in my bones Nearly melted At one point

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Your drunken eyes Are attractive as ever We exchange looks Then exchange laughs One recognizing Where we have been The other realizing We will never return

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC

slm

Looks and Laughs

Your drunken eyes Are attractive as ever We exchange looks Then exchange laughs One recognizing Where we have been The other realizing We will never return

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from climbing stairs that crumble and saving babies suffocating in cellophane to a sink filled with blood and a never-ending neck wound I awake to a greyish day that brings travel and hopefully relief

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Jun 26, 2013

Jun 26, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC

slm

I awake

from climbing stairs that crumble and saving babies suffocating in cellophane to a sink filled with blood and a never-ending neck wound I awake to a greyish day that brings travel and hopefully relief

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we would rather run than sleep rather go hungry than eat rather hurt than love rather lose than admit defeat

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC

slm

we would

we would rather run than sleep rather go hungry than eat rather hurt than love rather lose than admit defeat

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You tend to come to mind At night Like an idea Like creative writing Like a wildflower growing through My concrete thoughts Blossoming in my hands Sometimes seeding into my dreams Where I would like to keep you For simplicity

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC

slm

Come To Mind

You tend to come to mind At night Like an idea Like creative writing Like a wildflower growing through My concrete thoughts Blossoming in my hands Sometimes seeding into my dreams Where I would like to keep you For simplicity

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