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those eyes are scarred from damaged winds on pavement singed rent scenes recite a diatribe how do you live holes dirtied leak torn shadows sigh they shelter filth you cull the heat until dice turns to excise rage with scalpel sharp reprieve in sight a poor man's prize ---- ©

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Aug 30, 2019

Aug 30, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC

eleanor-prince

street trial

those eyes are scarred from damaged winds on pavement singed rent scenes recite a diatribe how do you live holes dirtied leak torn shadows sigh they shelter filth you cull the heat until dice turns to excise rage with scalpel sharp reprieve in sight a poor man's prize ---- ©

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do you see me from the trees the grow above me that grow out to the vineyards across the dirt-risen floor yearning for the sunlight to love once again as I dwell on thoughts coasting along the river confessing out loud to the dried sunflowers and the ultralight beams walking on water with the thorns on my feet calling out to heavens above.

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC

flowerxchild

paused.

do you see me from the trees the grow above me that grow out to the vineyards across the dirt-risen floor yearning for the sunlight to love once again as I dwell on thoughts coasting along the river confessing out loud to the dried sunflowers and the ultralight beams walking on water with the thorns on my feet calling out to heavens above.

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*Gently Softly Almost sweetly So the clouds are near to me And to you as well Although we are not at this time Standing right here or there beside How these clouds smile back as they roll by And tell us both to our surprise That we are watching and watched over Since long before we each sought after That distant star in the summer sky We are by ourselves and each other Mere reflections in such skyward eyes*

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC

colmistoirm

Skyward Eyes

*Gently Softly Almost sweetly So the clouds are near to me And to you as well Although we are not at this time Standing right here or there beside How these clouds smile back as they roll by And tell us both to our surprise That we are watching and watched over Since long before we each sought after That distant star in the summer sky We are by ourselves and each other Mere reflections in such skyward eyes*

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Listen to the howling wind Not a whisper in the voice of it An embodiment of all the aimlessness And the chaos which was once within This heaving chest And beating heart Which is now outside Cold and lying bitter still And howling like mother nature had tanned its hide Listen to such a wind as this And you will understand what it is And what it means to be trapped inside such bitterness As the howling wind does speak of it

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC

colmistoirm

That Howling Wind

Listen to the howling wind Not a whisper in the voice of it An embodiment of all the aimlessness And the chaos which was once within This heaving chest And beating heart Which is now outside Cold and lying bitter still And howling like mother nature had tanned its hide Listen to such a wind as this And you will understand what it is And what it means to be trapped inside such bitterness As the howling wind does speak of it

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I ill advised Because there are some things Which time will not fix Nor heal, or mold, or meld within mind When they simply are what simply is That is something for which Only you can decide

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Advised

I ill advised Because there are some things Which time will not fix Nor heal, or mold, or meld within mind When they simply are what simply is That is something for which Only you can decide

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Life, ah sweet, beautiful life. From the sunny days in happy company, joking, laughing, being thankful. To the rainy days in grey misery, fighting against the wind. The anxious wind that howls around my ears and bangs on the door of my psyche. Begs me to let it in, coaxes me to move over and make room. Sometimes I feel surrounded, it takes all my energy to hold the door. So I lean my shoulder against the thin, weak portal to depression. Praying to a God I don't hear to give me strength. Today the sun is out, warming my skin, But my bones are still cold.

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC

declan-quinn

The Summer Cold

Life, ah sweet, beautiful life. From the sunny days in happy company, joking, laughing, being thankful. To the rainy days in grey misery, fighting against the wind. The anxious wind that howls around my ears and bangs on the door of my psyche. Begs me to let it in, coaxes me to move over and make room. Sometimes I feel surrounded, it takes all my energy to hold the door. So I lean my shoulder against the thin, weak portal to depression. Praying to a God I don't hear to give me strength. Today the sun is out, warming my skin, But my bones are still cold.

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC

SassyJ

Crossroads( Spoken Word-Freestyle-Dramatics)

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I tried to hold on to life, my Hands were clasped but Nothing is ever really held. Only touched, and like Grain and wisps of smoke It pasted through. Momentarily I was captured, It was within my being, then As all things once again gone.

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC

poetic-t

Lifes Held Moments

I tried to hold on to life, my Hands were clasped but Nothing is ever really held. Only touched, and like Grain and wisps of smoke It pasted through. Momentarily I was captured, It was within my being, then As all things once again gone.

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A wicked woman told my love, **** him and you will be free." My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me. Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice. I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free. No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat. So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit." She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust. I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch. I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own. I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known. A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard. "I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words. I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know. She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo. I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid. She always said, one day I'd trip. And now I finally did.

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Jan 5, 2014

Jan 5, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC

deanna

Erstwhile

A wicked woman told my love, **** him and you will be free." My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me. Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice. I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free. No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat. So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit." She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust. I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch. I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own. I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known. A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard. "I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words. I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know. She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo. I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid. She always said, one day I'd trip. And now I finally did.

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