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A hard, stifled breath stumbled in Like those cool summer mornings at the lake When we'd cannonball into the water The impact too shocking to the system To let out a cry or even a whimper But just to breathe was heaven So alive in the gold of the sunrise Cheered on by whistling birds and crickets Yet now we stand here still as a ghost Between linoleum and florescence The impact too shocking to the system To let out a cry or even a whimper To hear aloud what we've always known The cold water of our own lakes Rippled by toes and flailing arms In careening leaps from our own dock Did we ever really choose to fly Into the green mountain waters there? We were together then, in a blanket of youth Within the loosely written loves of our days and imaginations Pressing the simple edges of lakes and peaks With ragged hair and ***** fingernails We moved on, and on together we went But now, in scorned breath we go. Covered in our solitude and dark clouds Too sheltered and alone To let out a cry or even a whimper Our aspirations silenced by just one Too many falls into places unknown Not feeling, not seeing How we were really living.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
The Last Dive
A hard, stifled breath stumbled in Like those cool summer mornings at the lake When we'd cannonball into the water The impact too shocking to the system To let out a cry or even a whimper But just to breathe was heaven So alive in the gold of the sunrise Cheered on by whistling birds and crickets Yet now we stand here still as a ghost Between linoleum and florescence The impact too shocking to the system To let out a cry or even a whimper To hear aloud what we've always known The cold water of our own lakes Rippled by toes and flailing arms In careening leaps from our own dock Did we ever really choose to fly Into the green mountain waters there? We were together then, in a blanket of youth Within the loosely written loves of our days and imaginations Pressing the simple edges of lakes and peaks With ragged hair and ***** fingernails We moved on, and on together we went But now, in scorned breath we go. Covered in our solitude and dark clouds Too sheltered and alone To let out a cry or even a whimper Our aspirations silenced by just one Too many falls into places unknown Not feeling, not seeing How we were really living.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
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