thewinterdoves - Hello Poetry

Been through that sea. its calm and will embrace you with its entirety, but soon enough it'll engulf you and fill your lungs until your body gets numb and swallow you to its belly. sad yes, but eventually you'll learn to swing your arms with its current and be one with it.

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC

By The Ebb Of The Sea

Been through that sea. its calm and will embrace you with its entirety, but soon enough it'll engulf you and fill your lungs until your body gets numb and swallow you to its belly. sad yes, but eventually you'll learn to swing your arms with its current and be one with it.

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It’s twelve past midnight My eyes still won’t shu My head still wander around I can feel the emptiness of the space around me My cup of coffee sits in front of me telling Why won’t you rest? My folks are sleeping tightly with their beds Still here at the dining room laying down thoughts. The ticking of the clock fills the air and the lound engine that hovers over our heads. My eyes hurt but still it know no shutting Now my head is on a stranded isle of strangers star gazing It looks above above a blanket of stars with lady moon With a man below with his fiddle playing tunes and croons. Cold air chills my bones I seek comfort from my warm coffee and the taste bittersweet yet flowery in the soul. Through the twisted sheets of words and it’s intricate weaves I found comfort in me. I feel like sinking into oblivion and felt that no one will look for me. But the more I paddled to float I sunk into deep nothingness Is someone out there who wants to join me? My head filled with thoughts I wish I could put it into brine so someday I could eat it up and remember it. Thoughts fill my lungs and breathe out words so silent even my ears can’t hear. A gentle tune from my clarinet croons my dazed head And felt my shoulder hang low My weary heart started to beat slow My body felt a stand still and my eyes gently clasped shut.

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC

Midnight Coffee

It’s twelve past midnight My eyes still won’t shu My head still wander around I can feel the emptiness of the space around me My cup of coffee sits in front of me telling Why won’t you rest? My folks are sleeping tightly with their beds Still here at the dining room laying down thoughts. The ticking of the clock fills the air and the lound engine that hovers over our heads. My eyes hurt but still it know no shutting Now my head is on a stranded isle of strangers star gazing It looks above above a blanket of stars with lady moon With a man below with his fiddle playing tunes and croons. Cold air chills my bones I seek comfort from my warm coffee and the taste bittersweet yet flowery in the soul. Through the twisted sheets of words and it’s intricate weaves I found comfort in me. I feel like sinking into oblivion and felt that no one will look for me. But the more I paddled to float I sunk into deep nothingness Is someone out there who wants to join me? My head filled with thoughts I wish I could put it into brine so someday I could eat it up and remember it. Thoughts fill my lungs and breathe out words so silent even my ears can’t hear. A gentle tune from my clarinet croons my dazed head And felt my shoulder hang low My weary heart started to beat slow My body felt a stand still and my eyes gently clasped shut.

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As we jaunt through the milky way between the stardust and comets engulf me in your universe your gaze enthralls my falling heart as we lay over the cosmic bed. With the heavenly bodies that hang above we’ll be breathing the nebula around us may it be the last gasp of our lungs we clasp shut and drift like satellites. we align we collide we mitigate. Drunk from hyper-sleep we open our eyes and we’re light years away from one another We try to pull each others gravity but our orbits are parralel to one another

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC

Between The Stars And Comets

As we jaunt through the milky way between the stardust and comets engulf me in your universe your gaze enthralls my falling heart as we lay over the cosmic bed. With the heavenly bodies that hang above we’ll be breathing the nebula around us may it be the last gasp of our lungs we clasp shut and drift like satellites. we align we collide we mitigate. Drunk from hyper-sleep we open our eyes and we’re light years away from one another We try to pull each others gravity but our orbits are parralel to one another

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