#goldengate - Hello Poetry

take me to the red bridge i want to see the ocean down falling in slow motion grey emotions flooding splash my bones are broken i suddenly feel frozen **** i cant breathe let me seep into the blues drown now i have to choose which place am i going to

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Apr 16, 2019

Apr 16, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC

sodapop

bridge

take me to the red bridge i want to see the ocean down falling in slow motion grey emotions flooding splash my bones are broken i suddenly feel frozen **** i cant breathe let me seep into the blues drown now i have to choose which place am i going to

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I'm off to the Bay area tomorrow Throw me toward the setting sun-- to the West, when my work is done. Land me at the golden door of California’s northern shore. Fiery orange steel-gird gate tempts those weary of their fate. Defy the plunge that ends it all, and heed the sunshine’s cheery call. Traverse the gate, into the wild, where restless souls may rest awhile, beyond the towns, toward the coast, where whales return and hawks will roost. The golden hills of Sonoma will calm the pains of any trauma. The wines and vines of the Napa valley will help to pass the time happily. And as you cross the Golden Gate the Pacific blue will calmly wait. Glance to the east and you will see the placid Bay by the white city. The sky is bigger here; it spans the hills, the bridge, the bay and ocean. Its azure grandeur soon dispels any suicidal notion.

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC

scarlet-mccall

Ode to the Golden West

I'm off to the Bay area tomorrow Throw me toward the setting sun-- to the West, when my work is done. Land me at the golden door of California’s northern shore. Fiery orange steel-gird gate tempts those weary of their fate. Defy the plunge that ends it all, and heed the sunshine’s cheery call. Traverse the gate, into the wild, where restless souls may rest awhile, beyond the towns, toward the coast, where whales return and hawks will roost. The golden hills of Sonoma will calm the pains of any trauma. The wines and vines of the Napa valley will help to pass the time happily. And as you cross the Golden Gate the Pacific blue will calmly wait. Glance to the east and you will see the placid Bay by the white city. The sky is bigger here; it spans the hills, the bridge, the bay and ocean. Its azure grandeur soon dispels any suicidal notion.

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Golden Gate Bridge, pathway between two worlds the bay's own graveyard. A young man named Kevin on the rail, talking to officers. Shifting from side to side a leg in both worlds. He had lost all hope odds were stacked against life had doled out too many lemons and he leapt. Ending his own pain and sparking everyone else's.

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC

simonobirek

and he leapt

Golden Gate Bridge, pathway between two worlds the bay's own graveyard. A young man named Kevin on the rail, talking to officers. Shifting from side to side a leg in both worlds. He had lost all hope odds were stacked against life had doled out too many lemons and he leapt. Ending his own pain and sparking everyone else's.

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