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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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