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Gray Jul 2018

Close

We Just Need One More
To Be Inches From Immortality

BetTer PeoPle

#close #inches #far #proud #call #love #rough #time #hold #name

Michelle Jun 2018

They are more starved for Nature
Then one can ever fathom;
Oh, where is that secret
Off they go in a cabin;
that they may frequent
All the noise and pollution
It melts and floats away;
Into life's little solution.

It's back to the plough of life so rough;
They like the smithy toil day after day
Their life may be starved, very tough,
Oh, to listen to the wild loon's call.
How it haunts them each day after day;
How they stomach their bitter gall?
Taking a wooden loon back to the city.
Until that cabin is reached it is a pitty.
When the wild calls; Good-bye city.

We who are born

"We who are born
In country places
Far from cities
And shifting faces,
Have a birthright
No man can sell
And a secret joy
No man can tell"
Eiluned Lewis

#quote #city #folk #escape #loon #call #starved #cabin #wild

Danielle Jun 2018

Whole

I race against my heart’s beat.
There’s a wild call hanging in the still air,
A call of longing slips, escapes from my throat.
An answer to a thwarted hunt.
The Dreamer a delusion.
The Trickster a fool.
The Philosopher a liar.
The Musician a bane.
And yet I hope – struggle.
The hunt will be successful

Not sure that I should still call this poem whole. It's on it's third re-write and I like this one the best. Might actually come up with a full list of all my ex's to place in this poem. So I guess I'll have to see how it evolves over time.

#relationships #wild #longing #call #hunt #delusion #fool #liar #bane #struggle

Sean Achilleos May 2018

Mea Culpa

We accuse
I accuse
Easily so
Point that crooked finger
Everybody's wrong
You're so right
There we've all been
Self righteous swine
Eternally the victim
Grow will you not
Evolve shall you not
Until you utter
Mea Culpa

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16 May 2018©
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#times #blue #girl #sweet #call #close #walk #cry #hair

Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018

Used To Know

Used to tell me you loved me
Used to talk to me every day
But last time we talked you couldn't
Recall the date of my birthday

I remember I could call you
Each time I needed to vent
Now I don't know what to say and I
Worry I will sound incompetent

Used to hate being away from me
Used to have all of your heart
But you decided you would rather be
Alone so we were forced to part.

I remember you looked at me
I could read how you felt in your eyes
But now you are sraring at me like
I am someone you don't recognize

You lit my world for an instant
Burned out like a shooting star
You used to be my best friend, my other half
Now I don't even know who you are

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
-Goyte

#love #sad #breakup #know #remember #call #vent #worry #incompetent

Louisa Coller Jun 2018

The Call.

Ringing
Singing
Clinging
Swinging
Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps
While clinging the phone, swinging your legs

My family has a lot of reasons to call the doctors, my Mother suffers with COPD, my Father himself isn’t the perfect image of health when it comes to getting sick and injuries. My younger Brother being disabled physically and mentally, my older Brother also having his fair share of injections.

I myself, am not much of an exception.

When you arrive into adulthood you realise how much you have to take into responsibility with your health, physical or mental. I knew something wasn’t right and I called up and we chatted and soon I’m going to try and get more help with my mental health as well as try my best to work out a way to control my weight.

When you’ve neglected a lot of yourself for a long time, you tend to have really negative emotions appear in your thoughts. You think is there really a point in changing now? Am I too late? When in reality, no, it’s not. When you are dead – It’s too late.

#ringing #singing #calling #making #calls #call #anxiety #phone

egghead May 2018

I couldn't write silence

We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.

Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."

#call #me #by #your #name