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Luna Craft Oct 2015
I remember stardust
It fell from your words with every goodnight
Like a soft trickle it would ease me to sleep
Every night your words floated in the air until the light joined me again

Your words were sometimes sharp
When I drove the car into the ditch you showed your fangs
Not as a threat, but, in a hostile way to hide your worry
Even through scarce breaths you managed to ease me

The voicemail is all that is left
Of years and years of memories
I haven't seen stardust since your mother passed,
You laid it in the coffin next to her and buried it alive
Charlie Chirico Sep 2015
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Try writing from your heart, with a hand that won't  quit shaking, and lungs that might explode from anxiousness, only to see your words
be drowned out by a combination of words made to make cents, but heavy lacking on sense. A mind that cycles is like a firefight with your synapses looking for that spark. It's electrifying and mind-blowing, these moods that take months to overcome. Electrifying are the manic months, ones where you hide bank statements, where you penetrate a woman both mind and body. Mind-blowing is the depression, and the barrel of a pistol clenched between your teeth, as you open up your junk mail hopelessly searching for a letter sealed with a kiss.
But it doesn't exist.
I'm tired of the spam on this **** site.
Perri Jun 2015
Everyday,
I check the mail,
hoping to see a letter from you.

Everyday,
I see that empty box;
Although, I am aware,
it would be too good to be true.
I have worked in a post office for four years, and have taught the special people in my life how beautiful writing letters are. I send them, but never seem to receive any in return.
Patrick McCombs Mar 2015
Hey! You got mail
And I hope that without fail
That this makes your day
Because this is a unique way
of having a conversation.
Something of our own creation
to actually put pencil to paper
to let thoughts form and thoughs taper
It's more permanent than a text
because you won't read it this day or the next
it's the delayed gratification
the building anticipation
the surprise of not getting a bill
that makes writing to you such a thrill
For Taylor. My Floridian pen pal
Kamblamian Mar 2015
I say good bye ten hundred times a day.
If a could catch a glimpse of you looking my way.
A positive High
Hello
In mourning and the simplest things seem to please.
-Ben- Feb 2015
mailing with you
is between a song from Jack Johnson
with different feelings

from sitting, waiting, wishing
to reading, writing, listening
to sitting, waiting, wishing
R Dickson Feb 2015
I didn't get mail today,
The postman didn't call,
No letter box rattling,
No letters in the hall,

No dinner reservations,
No flights to Istanbul,
No romantic entanglement,
Valentine's day’s so cruel.
Meg Howell Jan 2015
Enveloped by mixed emotions
Just put a stamp on me and mail me out
Maybe not
Lightbulb Martin Aug 2014
What foes or friends do we perceive when we connect by chance conceived?

Would you care to explain how this is my fault?

Pray tell tis Joseph come to his census.
Come nigh so late to what truth evinces.

Four heed own Lay won knot thin kit sis...

Prays got a buff!
Fine uh Lee…

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Naughty ville purse say! Oar eve in dud ark Om end...

Shell Ira Bjorn ease? Orb headers till yore effete?

Ike ant aft tub Abe eave oar yew yen owe...

Wall oh win knit.
Gore Ida head.

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Bub I...
Hope Joe Ill step pup two wit all
Irie lay trill lee dew
*** pus Ein calms Yahweh.
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