venig - Hello Poetry

There are moments when I don't think of you. When I don't remember. I am blissfully whisked along in the swirling eddies of forgetful fog. Always when the fog clears, you are there. Rather, you are not there and I remember. I remember the way a silhouette remembers— the outline of the place you once were stands stark against the background that is. I blend into the background and you pop as a silhouette. Your figure cuts me, sharper than knives and deeper than the despair I feel at having lost you. Can you lose something if you know where it is? I spend so many moments thinking of where we used to be and remembering where we are now.

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 4:20 AM UTC

Memory, Memory

There are moments when I don't think of you. When I don't remember. I am blissfully whisked along in the swirling eddies of forgetful fog. Always when the fog clears, you are there. Rather, you are not there and I remember. I remember the way a silhouette remembers— the outline of the place you once were stands stark against the background that is. I blend into the background and you pop as a silhouette. Your figure cuts me, sharper than knives and deeper than the despair I feel at having lost you. Can you lose something if you know where it is? I spend so many moments thinking of where we used to be and remembering where we are now.

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And all the walls they look the same as they go rushing past Both my eyes they stay the same: Pressed shut against the glass Brick by brick and brick by brick and brick by brick I go On twinning tracks that take me further from a place I do not know Wrap my arms around myself Pillow hands against the shelf Close my eyes to the raging world. . . Look for me— Arizona heat, Cali drought, Oregon rain When you think you know you've lost me find I'm sleeping on the train Now the fields whip past the glass my lids stay together Cannot see the way ahead; cannot spy the weather Day to night and day to night and day to night time flies The grouped, chain-smoking pistons softly exhale to the skies Your arm around your shoulder Remain as though a boulder Close your eyes to the raging world...

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Jan 25, 2021

Jan 25, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC

Asleep on Trains

And all the walls they look the same as they go rushing past Both my eyes they stay the same: Pressed shut against the glass Brick by brick and brick by brick and brick by brick I go On twinning tracks that take me further from a place I do not know Wrap my arms around myself Pillow hands against the shelf Close my eyes to the raging world. . . Look for me— Arizona heat, Cali drought, Oregon rain When you think you know you've lost me find I'm sleeping on the train Now the fields whip past the glass my lids stay together Cannot see the way ahead; cannot spy the weather Day to night and day to night and day to night time flies The grouped, chain-smoking pistons softly exhale to the skies Your arm around your shoulder Remain as though a boulder Close your eyes to the raging world...

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Open-window beauty I see through Your windows I see you Let me in on all The stories Let me see you Always

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Jan 24, 2021

Jan 24, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC

My Love, My Aleksi

Open-window beauty I see through Your windows I see you Let me in on all The stories Let me see you Always

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As a Scorpio who's well-intentioned I will try to avoid your mentions But I still will dream of you— Little Virgo, sky/sea blue Why sky and sea? Well let me see. . . What better way to describe thee? As clouds aloft, thou art, thou art So pure and soft, thou art, thou art And when thou thinks of me unwell, Thou art a maelstrom's swirling hell. So sky and sea Yes, those are thee Yet wouldst not water describe me? Unpredictably consistent Sometime calming; oft persistent And as water wears at coast Seems I'm the one who wears you most Sky and sea, sky and sea Could it be they're meant to be. . . An homage to our similar'ty? Twins of cloth yet each a rar'ty? Evidence that we are one? No separation when out the sun? Could it be the sky and sea Are mostly you and mostly me? Perhaps in our co-mingled blueness We have found a vein of trueness And as the sky turns orange and pink And sea as dark as pitch We turn ourselves from sea to sky And follow that sunny niche

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Oct 11, 2019

Oct 11, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC

Sky and Sea

As a Scorpio who's well-intentioned I will try to avoid your mentions But I still will dream of you— Little Virgo, sky/sea blue Why sky and sea? Well let me see. . . What better way to describe thee? As clouds aloft, thou art, thou art So pure and soft, thou art, thou art And when thou thinks of me unwell, Thou art a maelstrom's swirling hell. So sky and sea Yes, those are thee Yet wouldst not water describe me? Unpredictably consistent Sometime calming; oft persistent And as water wears at coast Seems I'm the one who wears you most Sky and sea, sky and sea Could it be they're meant to be. . . An homage to our similar'ty? Twins of cloth yet each a rar'ty? Evidence that we are one? No separation when out the sun? Could it be the sky and sea Are mostly you and mostly me? Perhaps in our co-mingled blueness We have found a vein of trueness And as the sky turns orange and pink And sea as dark as pitch We turn ourselves from sea to sky And follow that sunny niche

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I am yours and you are mine Let's be this way for all of time And when I squeeze you close and tight Dream of us when you sleep at night You're my gal I'm your man Never let me go You're my gal I'm your man Always love me so

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Oct 10, 2019

Oct 10, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC

Us

I am yours and you are mine Let's be this way for all of time And when I squeeze you close and tight Dream of us when you sleep at night You're my gal I'm your man Never let me go You're my gal I'm your man Always love me so

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Sundrops and melted hearts fill the streets in their empty parts where the asphalt starts to tear and break the melty bits fix the mistake And flowerbeams and rainbow-daggers launch attacks until sadness staggers clutching at a mortal head-laceration the tears have now left the station So it is that on a sunny day A funny day, a Mon-i-day The good bits make better The cheeks that were wetter When good thoughts had all gone away

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Oct 10, 2019

Oct 10, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC

Sundrops

Sundrops and melted hearts fill the streets in their empty parts where the asphalt starts to tear and break the melty bits fix the mistake And flowerbeams and rainbow-daggers launch attacks until sadness staggers clutching at a mortal head-laceration the tears have now left the station So it is that on a sunny day A funny day, a Mon-i-day The good bits make better The cheeks that were wetter When good thoughts had all gone away

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I am a born-again believer in me, in we, in us I trust you and I will fly so high we forget the meaning of the word stand Hand-in-hand we will be above both land and sea and our floor will be more air than comparisons of trees laid down Hey— I know you, I’ve seen you before Not in trouble, no no but still in my corner The girl you were, should I warn her? That we are about to fall irrevocably, recklessly in love I’ve been in jams before but never in something so sweet it makes me wonder what makes you Stick with me, it sounds like a pup explaining his carry-on before boarding but if you’d just be mine and dine on promises and wine with cutlery so fine you feel you ought to rub away your fingerprints before they notice who you are You are the light that makes the day go ‘round and shove itself into the ocean each night, embarrassed to be outshone Out here there’s nothing to rub away Your fingerprints burn searing brands on my soul and you make me whole I’ve got holes in me like the lid on a pepper-shaker, the flakes keep dropping out, but you close them up and I can’t help but think of my suture with you, the future is ours, sew Onward to new horizons You and I will rewrite the stars What, like it’s hard? The fabric of spacetime is just that, sew Bunch here and there and make a scrunchy outta time Bring it back and take back the now Blend fashion and function into one and oh what fun we’ll have being old and new all at once and together We weather the storm because there’s no Halle for this Berry and no bunny’s coming close to this Bug It’s you and me over land and sea Like those pocket monsters, I choose you I believe in true Love is here to stay, okay? Take my hand and sail with me Fly with me Above land and sea

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC

Land and Sea

I am a born-again believer in me, in we, in us I trust you and I will fly so high we forget the meaning of the word stand Hand-in-hand we will be above both land and sea and our floor will be more air than comparisons of trees laid down Hey— I know you, I’ve seen you before Not in trouble, no no but still in my corner The girl you were, should I warn her? That we are about to fall irrevocably, recklessly in love I’ve been in jams before but never in something so sweet it makes me wonder what makes you Stick with me, it sounds like a pup explaining his carry-on before boarding but if you’d just be mine and dine on promises and wine with cutlery so fine you feel you ought to rub away your fingerprints before they notice who you are You are the light that makes the day go ‘round and shove itself into the ocean each night, embarrassed to be outshone Out here there’s nothing to rub away Your fingerprints burn searing brands on my soul and you make me whole I’ve got holes in me like the lid on a pepper-shaker, the flakes keep dropping out, but you close them up and I can’t help but think of my suture with you, the future is ours, sew Onward to new horizons You and I will rewrite the stars What, like it’s hard? The fabric of spacetime is just that, sew Bunch here and there and make a scrunchy outta time Bring it back and take back the now Blend fashion and function into one and oh what fun we’ll have being old and new all at once and together We weather the storm because there’s no Halle for this Berry and no bunny’s coming close to this Bug It’s you and me over land and sea Like those pocket monsters, I choose you I believe in true Love is here to stay, okay? Take my hand and sail with me Fly with me Above land and sea

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The moody boy in me died but the broody boy lives on cos he thinkin bout the way you think the moody boy be gone And he gone for sure but broody boy he think you don’t want him so he brooding on the moodiness he think you got him in Broody wants you to feel loved like maybe moody couldn’t do and he wants you to know the love he got for you is love that’s true He wants you to know that at very least if you feel so all alone then brood on him a moment cos he got you listed as his home Yeah broody boy alive and well and he think you mighty fine like a gal that’s worth excavating for to build cellars for her wine If there ain’t nothing else left in this world for you to take and hold dear Just know this broody boy loves you so and he’ll whisper in your ear: “We burn long and bright and through the night to the other side of the day The eternal Yule log we light to fight and keep them bad spirits at bay And it’s you and me, we the earth and sea, we the flames and wood below We here to stay and ain’t going away cos it’s those bad spirits have to go” Maybe he’s broody and maybe still moody but put a cap on his *** and see That the boy inside loves that girl in you and he’ll love eternally

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Mar 6, 2019

Mar 6, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC

Broody with Blossom

The moody boy in me died but the broody boy lives on cos he thinkin bout the way you think the moody boy be gone And he gone for sure but broody boy he think you don’t want him so he brooding on the moodiness he think you got him in Broody wants you to feel loved like maybe moody couldn’t do and he wants you to know the love he got for you is love that’s true He wants you to know that at very least if you feel so all alone then brood on him a moment cos he got you listed as his home Yeah broody boy alive and well and he think you mighty fine like a gal that’s worth excavating for to build cellars for her wine If there ain’t nothing else left in this world for you to take and hold dear Just know this broody boy loves you so and he’ll whisper in your ear: “We burn long and bright and through the night to the other side of the day The eternal Yule log we light to fight and keep them bad spirits at bay And it’s you and me, we the earth and sea, we the flames and wood below We here to stay and ain’t going away cos it’s those bad spirits have to go” Maybe he’s broody and maybe still moody but put a cap on his *** and see That the boy inside loves that girl in you and he’ll love eternally

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**** the rest of the world I like when it’s just us together Cos They don’t know what we know How we feel like Two photographs that perfectly Overlay to make a treasure map We’re the map We’re the treasure And **** the rest of the world Cos I like when it’s just us together And there’s no one No one around And we’re The only important characters In this Narrative experience And I feel you there in the dark I feel you next to me But sometimes the light cast shadows And I think there’s shapes on my walls They come to get me Little puppets and string-dancers Man, **** the rest of the world Cos You’re the world I wanna be in And you’re the world I wanna die in You’re the wonders Ancient wonders ain’t old news Modern wonders ain’t too new And it’s just us two Me and you **** the rest of the world

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Mar 5, 2019

Mar 5, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC

U + Me

**** the rest of the world I like when it’s just us together Cos They don’t know what we know How we feel like Two photographs that perfectly Overlay to make a treasure map We’re the map We’re the treasure And **** the rest of the world Cos I like when it’s just us together And there’s no one No one around And we’re The only important characters In this Narrative experience And I feel you there in the dark I feel you next to me But sometimes the light cast shadows And I think there’s shapes on my walls They come to get me Little puppets and string-dancers Man, **** the rest of the world Cos You’re the world I wanna be in And you’re the world I wanna die in You’re the wonders Ancient wonders ain’t old news Modern wonders ain’t too new And it’s just us two Me and you **** the rest of the world

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And again there’s the flubbering My hands like birds with broken wings My words like birds with broken legs Take all of me, have all of me Unscrupulous though the scruples of my mind may be Take all of me, have all of me You and me and a pup makes three And I’m fumbling, flailing, failing As I fall deeper down this rabbit hole called Mutual esteem

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC

You’re wonderful

And again there’s the flubbering My hands like birds with broken wings My words like birds with broken legs Take all of me, have all of me Unscrupulous though the scruples of my mind may be Take all of me, have all of me You and me and a pup makes three And I’m fumbling, flailing, failing As I fall deeper down this rabbit hole called Mutual esteem

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