#arcadefire - Hello Poetry

Did you forget all of me was inside you? I only used your holes for my spare parts At first-until each ounce I extracted Now, looking in the mirror asking-who? I think I lost myself inside of you I can't retrieve now that you've retracted You've broken me with your breach of contract I used to see color, now only blue. Love or life, I wonder which is the greater loss? Is ownership a prerequisite of grief? If so, my pain I am not entitled. Although relieved I am of albatross I'm now racked with curs'd thoughts of that thief Alone, sans my resource for survival.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC

liv_id

When love's gone, where does it go?

Did you forget all of me was inside you? I only used your holes for my spare parts At first-until each ounce I extracted Now, looking in the mirror asking-who? I think I lost myself inside of you I can't retrieve now that you've retracted You've broken me with your breach of contract I used to see color, now only blue. Love or life, I wonder which is the greater loss? Is ownership a prerequisite of grief? If so, my pain I am not entitled. Although relieved I am of albatross I'm now racked with curs'd thoughts of that thief Alone, sans my resource for survival.

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Listening to Arcade Fire’s Milk and Honey, I am slowly drowning in a sea of memories and melancholic images of things I’ve always wanted but will probably never have. My body soaked in bubbling foam, lying on the border of wet and dry sand, softly being kissed by a morning suns warmth after having been brought back to shore by the same waves that dragged me out

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC

arubybluebird

002: a feeling

Listening to Arcade Fire’s Milk and Honey, I am slowly drowning in a sea of memories and melancholic images of things I’ve always wanted but will probably never have. My body soaked in bubbling foam, lying on the border of wet and dry sand, softly being kissed by a morning suns warmth after having been brought back to shore by the same waves that dragged me out

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Look who's found who Look who stole you from your rest ... And in believing, we cheated death September's fall is warm and crisp, on the road and on the path I could make you an empath. Introducing empathy. What do you owe me and I owe you, Or do we own it all collectively? I'm not a healer Let's forget about the stealers I thus am nearing apogee. Have to write this poem for you. And me ... Introducing all that blooms into our home. While the tribal does a dance of revival And we're harvesting (what's sown). When I see you through the windows open wide, A watched *** never boils. But 7 kettles resonates. We all go away some times, But your picture's in my mind so when I'm many metres away Even then, I cannot stray I go and climb the tallest tree. I sit and wait for you and me. Introducing empathy Introducing empathy Introducing ... you and me

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Introducing Empathy

Look who's found who Look who stole you from your rest ... And in believing, we cheated death September's fall is warm and crisp, on the road and on the path I could make you an empath. Introducing empathy. What do you owe me and I owe you, Or do we own it all collectively? I'm not a healer Let's forget about the stealers I thus am nearing apogee. Have to write this poem for you. And me ... Introducing all that blooms into our home. While the tribal does a dance of revival And we're harvesting (what's sown). When I see you through the windows open wide, A watched *** never boils. But 7 kettles resonates. We all go away some times, But your picture's in my mind so when I'm many metres away Even then, I cannot stray I go and climb the tallest tree. I sit and wait for you and me. Introducing empathy Introducing empathy Introducing ... you and me

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Built on the Berkley model Paid for with mothers essential oils ...a bitumen And a flower blooms from Medicine Rock Like a ballerina As the Old Man weeps joyfully

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

aaronmullin-fb

Never infinite

Built on the Berkley model Paid for with mothers essential oils ...a bitumen And a flower blooms from Medicine Rock Like a ballerina As the Old Man weeps joyfully

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