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xoK Apr 2014
My lips miss yours.
So much so that I can feel them
Growing arms and hands so that
They can write thoughtful letters to yours
About how if they had eyes,
They would see nothing but yours;
Blind to any other love.
They write about how
If they had feet,
They would take any number of steps
Just to reach yours;
Just to touch
Even for a moment,
To hold their old friends close
In a warm embrace.
They write about how
If they had wings
They would let the wind whisk them
Halfway around the world
As long as yours were waiting on the other side.
They write about how
If they had a heart,
Every beat would sing for yours.
I sit in silence and watch;
An act of pure passion.
A strange image poem. LDR life.
I look at my shoes.
My shoes and my feet.
They feel tired, worn out, exhausted.
I know how far they've come--
All the times I remember:
Running from danger,
Running to safety,
Running for help,
Running with you.
My feet are tired.
My shoes are tired.
I look at my shoes.
My eyes close.

I dream.
I see you, with your
Tired feet,
Looking at my feet--
Realizing I have tired feet.
You try to help--
To pay attention--
To ask--
To smile.
Will these things help my tired feet?
You are there with me:
Four feet.
Four tired feet.

I can only last four feet.
My eyes can't see,
My feet won't walk.
Am I alone now?
I fall hard--
Down,
Down,
Down.
Is someone there?
Are you there?
Will you catch me, even though
You have tired feet?

I give you my strength.
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Kasey Apr 2014
Arrows raining down on our feet,
And yours aren't covered.
None hit our heads but the bottoms of your feet blister.
So take my sole to save your soul,
Because we can't control these arrows or how far we have to walk.
We can't tell our feet to stop blistering and moving
When there's work to be done in places
That aren't here.
Thousands of tiny arrows make their way from our feet to our shirts,
Just over our left *******,
Where we thought our hearts were no longer.
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Sydney Marie Apr 2014
Two
Two is better than one.
This is why humans are born with;

Two feet to walk us through the obstacles of life.
Two legs to hold the weight of ourselves through the lowest of times.
Two arms to carry those who need our help.
Two hands to treasure the littlest things in our life with such care.


But we were only given one heart and one mind, to find the second in someone who we find just as perfect as our true self.
Luminosity Cat Apr 2014
I'm begging you to break my chains.
I'm asking you to carry my pain.
I'm sitting at your mercy seat.
I'm crying at your holy feet.
I cannot dance, and I cannot sing.
I know you have a plan for me.
I have heard that you have paid my fee.
I am trying to set my sight on thee.
I'm begging for eternal grace.
I need your help to run this race.
I am not about to get in a debate about religion. I don't care if you completely despise it. This poem describes where I am at right now. Yes, I believe that my God reigns, but I will not fight with you over it. If you don't agree with religion or like this poem, just move along. Simple as that.
Grace Mar 2014
My feet are disgusting and horrendous
Crooked toes and calluses tell my stories
the pitter patter of them on the kitchen floor, trying to be quit and not wake up my parents in the mornings when I was little
Always wishing they were bigger so I could get new shoes

Years wearing on my feet, scars from running into sharp corners

And yet they still hold me up

smushing them into my skates, getting calluses every week for eight years

running from one place another and are learning why every type of ground feels like between my toes

From the frozen pavement to the searing sand they have been through the harshest conditions

And yet they will never fail me

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