tessa-debra - Hello Poetry

in my little desert under the desert sky i built you a little home out of my bones i fed you tea and fresh bread which i always made myself just for you keeping you alive delicately always scurrying gathering things which you love to nourish your soul i built a golden shrine for you it was between my succulents on my windowsill

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC

For you.

in my little desert under the desert sky i built you a little home out of my bones i fed you tea and fresh bread which i always made myself just for you keeping you alive delicately always scurrying gathering things which you love to nourish your soul i built a golden shrine for you it was between my succulents on my windowsill

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sometimes the words are in another world and you do not love them as much they do not call for you sometimes the poems are just clay they do not form anything but clay only clay on the good days, they become the words that call to you, and you take the words from their worlds and use them to articulate yours, somedays they form in your sleep and in the morning you remember and write, them, in the mundane notebook that you have chosen, anointed to write the words, the paper that holds them in this world. you bring the words into meanings more beautiful together than echoing alone in their own separate worlds.

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC

making a poem.

sometimes the words are in another world and you do not love them as much they do not call for you sometimes the poems are just clay they do not form anything but clay only clay on the good days, they become the words that call to you, and you take the words from their worlds and use them to articulate yours, somedays they form in your sleep and in the morning you remember and write, them, in the mundane notebook that you have chosen, anointed to write the words, the paper that holds them in this world. you bring the words into meanings more beautiful together than echoing alone in their own separate worlds.

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feelings that stick to the roof of my rib cage like stubborn peanut butter I attempt to loosen with distractions from you I go running or maybe more walking I try to run to dislodge these thoughts maybe I run to become something new something unknown to you distant and foreign, unfamiliar what I really need is to learn a new language so that it can take up all the space in my brain cramp you out I need some time reading a confusing book so I have less time to remember these days you're everywhere obtrusively I am trying to shut you out and forget I fail and I remember, hopelessly. all but one recurring hope, I keep. I hope you think of me - because I am always thinking of you.

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC

organic thoughts (5)

feelings that stick to the roof of my rib cage like stubborn peanut butter I attempt to loosen with distractions from you I go running or maybe more walking I try to run to dislodge these thoughts maybe I run to become something new something unknown to you distant and foreign, unfamiliar what I really need is to learn a new language so that it can take up all the space in my brain cramp you out I need some time reading a confusing book so I have less time to remember these days you're everywhere obtrusively I am trying to shut you out and forget I fail and I remember, hopelessly. all but one recurring hope, I keep. I hope you think of me - because I am always thinking of you.

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I am a structure I am waves of emotions (mine are fleeting) I am a house of thoughts and ideas and colours (all of my favourite colours) I am a person I am organic matter I am sometimes gold, sometimes colourless (but to be gold is my favourite) I am both here now and there then (in my memories) I am a book of all the people I have been (even if only for a second) I am brave sometimes, other times only breathing I am a sea of moments that have made me I am replaying, remembering them always I am reshaping all the time.

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC

Who are you to tell me who I am

I am a structure I am waves of emotions (mine are fleeting) I am a house of thoughts and ideas and colours (all of my favourite colours) I am a person I am organic matter I am sometimes gold, sometimes colourless (but to be gold is my favourite) I am both here now and there then (in my memories) I am a book of all the people I have been (even if only for a second) I am brave sometimes, other times only breathing I am a sea of moments that have made me I am replaying, remembering them always I am reshaping all the time.

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Here I am Here you were And I should have said something beautiful to you because you are beautiful I should have said something sage and wise but not too heavy I should have at least given you some words to keep, since we both knew you couldn't stay. Should have said something Should have told you I have thought of you everyday, I visit your beautiful shy smile from that first night we met How I wanted to smoke all of the cigarettes you rolled just because you rolled them, even though I try not to inhale How your hair your eyes your words made my heart dance You are a piece of art you're rare you're precious metals I want to love you, want to know you, want to know you, want to listen to whatever you have to say I want to see everything that you want to show me, I think of you everyday still. I'm thinking of you right now

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC

Been feeling this way

Here I am Here you were And I should have said something beautiful to you because you are beautiful I should have said something sage and wise but not too heavy I should have at least given you some words to keep, since we both knew you couldn't stay. Should have said something Should have told you I have thought of you everyday, I visit your beautiful shy smile from that first night we met How I wanted to smoke all of the cigarettes you rolled just because you rolled them, even though I try not to inhale How your hair your eyes your words made my heart dance You are a piece of art you're rare you're precious metals I want to love you, want to know you, want to know you, want to listen to whatever you have to say I want to see everything that you want to show me, I think of you everyday still. I'm thinking of you right now

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leaving a place is heavy as heavy as carrying an ocean of memories you do not know which to leave behind so you keep them all- every single memory of you. warm salt water runs down my cheeks onto my chin and drips away. One tear drop at a time, I remember I hold onto I want to dive into our time, us, backwards. Something comes loose inside, gives way to a tide that has been dormant, every emotion that you gave me comes alive The familiarity and yet strangeness breaks me into pieces. I fall apart, crumbling into cascading.

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC

a goodbye song

leaving a place is heavy as heavy as carrying an ocean of memories you do not know which to leave behind so you keep them all- every single memory of you. warm salt water runs down my cheeks onto my chin and drips away. One tear drop at a time, I remember I hold onto I want to dive into our time, us, backwards. Something comes loose inside, gives way to a tide that has been dormant, every emotion that you gave me comes alive The familiarity and yet strangeness breaks me into pieces. I fall apart, crumbling into cascading.

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sometimes i drink tea as a substitute for your hugs almost desperately sipping, wishing, hoping, dreaming of you (holding onto my ceramic cup so delicate) sometimes loneliness creeps in like a stealth burglar when you realize what it is you freeze, suddenly too aware of yourself but pretending it doesn't exist to cushion yourself from these ugly emotions who, like old fake friends whom i try to alienate, i hide from, trying to mask myself by emulating everything i love in the hopes of becoming something beautiful, something you might love. (pour myself another cup, dream on)

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC

late night thoughts (1)

sometimes i drink tea as a substitute for your hugs almost desperately sipping, wishing, hoping, dreaming of you (holding onto my ceramic cup so delicate) sometimes loneliness creeps in like a stealth burglar when you realize what it is you freeze, suddenly too aware of yourself but pretending it doesn't exist to cushion yourself from these ugly emotions who, like old fake friends whom i try to alienate, i hide from, trying to mask myself by emulating everything i love in the hopes of becoming something beautiful, something you might love. (pour myself another cup, dream on)

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I think I want to believe in people And the magic that our bones hold, We are brittle but we breathe I have taken breath day in and day out I don’t know how. I think I want to believe in humanity And the togetherness of bonding over our most obvious shared physicality We are human.

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC

Humanness

I think I want to believe in people And the magic that our bones hold, We are brittle but we breathe I have taken breath day in and day out I don’t know how. I think I want to believe in humanity And the togetherness of bonding over our most obvious shared physicality We are human.

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here i sit and memories swarm out in front of me unwinding moments which come undone they have been tucked away tightly until now i pick up scents of have-beens i close my eyelids and i remember i dance with you again in yesterdays of the past reminiscing is sweet sometimes i dream of the past i try and tell you all the yearnings of my heart with my eyes try to warn of the tragedy that is inevitable at the end of these wandering golden dreams which only last for seconds you look at me one last time, i try to hold your beautiful hand, try to keep you with me longer, you tell me with your eyes and i hear you i can hear you leaving me all over again

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC

leaving (always)

here i sit and memories swarm out in front of me unwinding moments which come undone they have been tucked away tightly until now i pick up scents of have-beens i close my eyelids and i remember i dance with you again in yesterdays of the past reminiscing is sweet sometimes i dream of the past i try and tell you all the yearnings of my heart with my eyes try to warn of the tragedy that is inevitable at the end of these wandering golden dreams which only last for seconds you look at me one last time, i try to hold your beautiful hand, try to keep you with me longer, you tell me with your eyes and i hear you i can hear you leaving me all over again

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my hands are made of natural things maybe i am only blood and bones made to last only shortly quickly slowly dying all the colours of the world won't fill me I long for emotions of gold for an ice cold ocean raindrops to break the cycle searching for your earrings on his earlobes memories embroidered everywhere on my walls are pictures and meanings I try to nurture flowers from my flesh maybe I should stop writing poetry for you anyway you don't get my symbols no matter how obvious the metaphors your ears will not listen. You're my moon.

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC

organic thoughts (2)

my hands are made of natural things maybe i am only blood and bones made to last only shortly quickly slowly dying all the colours of the world won't fill me I long for emotions of gold for an ice cold ocean raindrops to break the cycle searching for your earrings on his earlobes memories embroidered everywhere on my walls are pictures and meanings I try to nurture flowers from my flesh maybe I should stop writing poetry for you anyway you don't get my symbols no matter how obvious the metaphors your ears will not listen. You're my moon.

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