sue-k-connally - Hello Poetry

Ha! Here I am still Reflecting upon my efforts to contend Mending broken pieces in my very own fence Finding myself with hope even after all of those bends I am still Going Where(?) I shall discover all in due time Now, realizing this is Prime I mustn't race I am still surely Going

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC

I am Still Going

Ha! Here I am still Reflecting upon my efforts to contend Mending broken pieces in my very own fence Finding myself with hope even after all of those bends I am still Going Where(?) I shall discover all in due time Now, realizing this is Prime I mustn't race I am still surely Going

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Where I lived was a dead end street At the end there was a stream It ran quietly into the River of Hudson There were floods that would bring the river to my door step Mud and litter would float and settle In the winter we would climb across the stream We would climb the cliffs looking over the river Drinking and smoking, trespassing on land that wasn't ours but it was it is still mine

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC

Where I Lived

Where I lived was a dead end street At the end there was a stream It ran quietly into the River of Hudson There were floods that would bring the river to my door step Mud and litter would float and settle In the winter we would climb across the stream We would climb the cliffs looking over the river Drinking and smoking, trespassing on land that wasn't ours but it was it is still mine

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You can shake me Knock me around Make your sour faces at me Throw your hatred and your doubt at me But I won't budge I won't stop what I'm doing to acknowledge your disapproval isn't mine

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC

Your Disapproval Isn't

You can shake me Knock me around Make your sour faces at me Throw your hatred and your doubt at me But I won't budge I won't stop what I'm doing to acknowledge your disapproval isn't mine

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What can I do to change this? I'm going to bed.. to peaceful dreaming Bliss Not needing answers Receiving funny puzzles of people and scenario I wake up to a blaring stereo An Alarm Increasingly louder Oh! It was only a dream that I found all of my missing pieces and was forever .. Content Okay,..I'm going to bed I'm waking up I'm going back to bed I'm staying up this time!! Why can't I wake up with all of these puzzles solved Is this a never ending cycle.. do we even get to rest when we're dead? Do we just circle the afterlife looking for more answers... I'm staying up.. I'll sleep when I'm dead

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC

Sleep when I'm Dead

What can I do to change this? I'm going to bed.. to peaceful dreaming Bliss Not needing answers Receiving funny puzzles of people and scenario I wake up to a blaring stereo An Alarm Increasingly louder Oh! It was only a dream that I found all of my missing pieces and was forever .. Content Okay,..I'm going to bed I'm waking up I'm going back to bed I'm staying up this time!! Why can't I wake up with all of these puzzles solved Is this a never ending cycle.. do we even get to rest when we're dead? Do we just circle the afterlife looking for more answers... I'm staying up.. I'll sleep when I'm dead

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What I tell you is a lie I tell you things to get a rise When I see the way you sway I smile and just walk away I start a fight to watch you boil you steam and flinch and shake with toil I don't know what else I could possibly do that'd be as fun as picking on you

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC

Manipulation at Recess

What I tell you is a lie I tell you things to get a rise When I see the way you sway I smile and just walk away I start a fight to watch you boil you steam and flinch and shake with toil I don't know what else I could possibly do that'd be as fun as picking on you

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She gazed, staring into her own pupils.. fixing her brows smoothing those lines beside her widening closed grin Fixating heavily on skin disregarding what lie beneath A facade of certainty in worth or power False knowledge of what the importance weighed A mirror showing to her an image Familiarity in shapes & shades A contentment enrobed her shoulders As she twitched and straightened her posture The women glared ..The men looked on Watching her pull hair behind one ear and then free it again Discomforted Ticks unraveling A soft glimmer in her eye pinning back all tell This is what I see, and this is what I'll show.. In a moment she perceived to be alone She was safe with her own reflection In her own head space but still seen Onlookers peering, counting the moments of doubt Clocking the paces and plotting the course in directions A two sided mirror ..with many reflections

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC

Double Sided Mirror

She gazed, staring into her own pupils.. fixing her brows smoothing those lines beside her widening closed grin Fixating heavily on skin disregarding what lie beneath A facade of certainty in worth or power False knowledge of what the importance weighed A mirror showing to her an image Familiarity in shapes & shades A contentment enrobed her shoulders As she twitched and straightened her posture The women glared ..The men looked on Watching her pull hair behind one ear and then free it again Discomforted Ticks unraveling A soft glimmer in her eye pinning back all tell This is what I see, and this is what I'll show.. In a moment she perceived to be alone She was safe with her own reflection In her own head space but still seen Onlookers peering, counting the moments of doubt Clocking the paces and plotting the course in directions A two sided mirror ..with many reflections

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I want to be alone in that song ......... You carry my heart back home A small piece of eternal happiness that keeps pace with that beat Fleeting memories of a time when all was well Nothing ached, or echoed every breeze bringing a smile to my heart and a kick to my step I danced freely with lightness, twirling my hips like a tornado of heavy cream stirred into your coffee sing me back with your sweet sweet lips

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC

Sing Me Back

I want to be alone in that song ......... You carry my heart back home A small piece of eternal happiness that keeps pace with that beat Fleeting memories of a time when all was well Nothing ached, or echoed every breeze bringing a smile to my heart and a kick to my step I danced freely with lightness, twirling my hips like a tornado of heavy cream stirred into your coffee sing me back with your sweet sweet lips

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Is it just me or does everything feel a little forced lately .. as if the person writing it is thinking.. What will this post say about me? What will this perspective say...? How will people think of me after this sentence.. this post.. this update.. this picture.. ? Will I seem cooler to them.. lame immature funny brilliant beautiful smart.. smart-er(?) How do I project the image I would like reflected back onto me This reflection only I am seeing To brand myself before I am Branded

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC

Forcing this Image

Is it just me or does everything feel a little forced lately .. as if the person writing it is thinking.. What will this post say about me? What will this perspective say...? How will people think of me after this sentence.. this post.. this update.. this picture.. ? Will I seem cooler to them.. lame immature funny brilliant beautiful smart.. smart-er(?) How do I project the image I would like reflected back onto me This reflection only I am seeing To brand myself before I am Branded

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It is very very late I am awake Wanting .. only -To Create .. My wrists hurt from typing and pushing, scrolling and tapping When it’s not drawing it’s painting.. If not that I am working digitally, my hands, wrists and fingers ache and burn and still.. I never want to stop I had no idea that what began as a life of crayons and markers would escalate into an obsession with all medium(s) Wanting to turn on every light and collect every tool of creation I have in possession .. To explore every avenue of accumulated knowledge and expression It’s a craving for sure.. But not tonight.

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

Art is Calling

It is very very late I am awake Wanting .. only -To Create .. My wrists hurt from typing and pushing, scrolling and tapping When it’s not drawing it’s painting.. If not that I am working digitally, my hands, wrists and fingers ache and burn and still.. I never want to stop I had no idea that what began as a life of crayons and markers would escalate into an obsession with all medium(s) Wanting to turn on every light and collect every tool of creation I have in possession .. To explore every avenue of accumulated knowledge and expression It’s a craving for sure.. But not tonight.

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Who do I speak to when I throw my words out into the abyss This public wall of "communication" Often leaving me waiting in contemplation of self Of worth and impact Alone in this web of inner nets

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC

The Inner Net

Who do I speak to when I throw my words out into the abyss This public wall of "communication" Often leaving me waiting in contemplation of self Of worth and impact Alone in this web of inner nets

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