#fabrications - Hello Poetry

My knuckles turn white from holding onto a foraged memory of an existence of what we used to call hope and it will shout into the void, echos of shadows that dance in the back of my brain that circumstance could not fore see that picture of us hanging from inside a two story house somewhere lost in rural California where white lace suffocated your skin and red silk flowed over the scars of my past lovers there is a smile that is shown under neath a cascade of fabric which displays a world in which you to could have wanted that white picked fence in the home we built in our dreams but reality is like a hurricane and eases all the evidence of what was once love

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Jul 10, 2020

Jul 10, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC

CollectionOFcells

fabrications

My knuckles turn white from holding onto a foraged memory of an existence of what we used to call hope and it will shout into the void, echos of shadows that dance in the back of my brain that circumstance could not fore see that picture of us hanging from inside a two story house somewhere lost in rural California where white lace suffocated your skin and red silk flowed over the scars of my past lovers there is a smile that is shown under neath a cascade of fabric which displays a world in which you to could have wanted that white picked fence in the home we built in our dreams but reality is like a hurricane and eases all the evidence of what was once love

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Let me take a page out of the book that gave you every look you passed me when I went about my life the way that I was taught If you had only gone as far as lit my cigarette and smiled I would have given up the world for you and your trials When you find your rhythm let me know, but I feel that you were never searching for truths not in your bestseller book I’m sitting here still waiting for a turn to speak, but you’ve stuffed your ears with amnesia of history; it makes you free I’m here looking at the sky; it’s my way to feel free for a bit of time, and it doesn’t hurt anyone, unlike yours We were never in line, and it’s all fine, until you cup my mouth with all the force you gained from never having to think twice Now let me take a lie out of your book and make it choke on all the tears that could have drowned your pages and made you realize Shy and soft-spoken though I might be, there are ways to talk without speaking a single word and it’s worth a thousand photographs

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Jun 23, 2019

Jun 23, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC

ahnafislam

A Page and a Lie

Let me take a page out of the book that gave you every look you passed me when I went about my life the way that I was taught If you had only gone as far as lit my cigarette and smiled I would have given up the world for you and your trials When you find your rhythm let me know, but I feel that you were never searching for truths not in your bestseller book I’m sitting here still waiting for a turn to speak, but you’ve stuffed your ears with amnesia of history; it makes you free I’m here looking at the sky; it’s my way to feel free for a bit of time, and it doesn’t hurt anyone, unlike yours We were never in line, and it’s all fine, until you cup my mouth with all the force you gained from never having to think twice Now let me take a lie out of your book and make it choke on all the tears that could have drowned your pages and made you realize Shy and soft-spoken though I might be, there are ways to talk without speaking a single word and it’s worth a thousand photographs

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She grew up too fast to catch up with the fabrications of the world. And all that was heard was the cry of her lost innocence.

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC

aencuizon

Lost in the World

She grew up too fast to catch up with the fabrications of the world. And all that was heard was the cry of her lost innocence.

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I feel like my heart is longing for affection The heart cries and hopes that one day It will see the light of love and feel it’s warmth Its cold all alone I grip my sheets at night hoping that A warm body will be there I nuzzle my head into my pillow wishing that it was a warm chest that I could lay on In my head I see you Holding me with your arms around my waist Breathing softly against my neck That vision makes my body feel warm It gives me chills It gives me hope One day I hope to find someone like the man inside my head I hope that he loves me and never leaves me I want someone like him so badly.

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Jul 26, 2018

Jul 26, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC

luisidek

How my love may be

I feel like my heart is longing for affection The heart cries and hopes that one day It will see the light of love and feel it’s warmth Its cold all alone I grip my sheets at night hoping that A warm body will be there I nuzzle my head into my pillow wishing that it was a warm chest that I could lay on In my head I see you Holding me with your arms around my waist Breathing softly against my neck That vision makes my body feel warm It gives me chills It gives me hope One day I hope to find someone like the man inside my head I hope that he loves me and never leaves me I want someone like him so badly.

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