#tapes - Hello Poetry

light <> ~yes, for you~ you never knew that you have burdened me, informing an old fool that, you meditating in the morning, after waking up to a poem in your inbox from a person you’ve never met, but whom you thank with a kindness that wets my face, trembling with thankful shivering from the places left in me that crave giving thanks one day I will come unannounced with tapes of a hundred romcom movies that have caused my heart to erupt and always will, for thank god my old curmudgeon heart is still weak enough to cry in private at old movies in a youthful man~boy way, now grizzled gray that yet needs nay, requires, reminders that giving thanks is a variant of giving love in its very own way a craving that satisfies in its own way that giving is gifting love to yourself as well

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Dec 30, 2023

Dec 30, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC

onlylovepoetry

this poem is for you to awake to, meditate upon, and embrace with open

light <> ~yes, for you~ you never knew that you have burdened me, informing an old fool that, you meditating in the morning, after waking up to a poem in your inbox from a person you’ve never met, but whom you thank with a kindness that wets my face, trembling with thankful shivering from the places left in me that crave giving thanks one day I will come unannounced with tapes of a hundred romcom movies that have caused my heart to erupt and always will, for thank god my old curmudgeon heart is still weak enough to cry in private at old movies in a youthful man~boy way, now grizzled gray that yet needs nay, requires, reminders that giving thanks is a variant of giving love in its very own way a craving that satisfies in its own way that giving is gifting love to yourself as well

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Fleeting episodes Comet's marigold brilliance The night of firefly Teal ocean waves' graceful sways Lantern lights' dazzling glimmers The first encounter Evening rooftop hugs and talks The late-night dances Fleeting but never dying Film tapes caged within my heart

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC

yugen_oihcatsip

Fleeting Episodes

Fleeting episodes Comet's marigold brilliance The night of firefly Teal ocean waves' graceful sways Lantern lights' dazzling glimmers The first encounter Evening rooftop hugs and talks The late-night dances Fleeting but never dying Film tapes caged within my heart

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I've been lazy. Listening to one side over and over. In constant rewind, traveling to a better time. I realized so much more. Flipping the tape over. Following the sound of your voice. I smiled so much. It's not that I preferred one side over the other. Finding error in my mistake. In truth I thought things would never change. The world finding convenience. Music forever changed. The click of a tape being ejected now shared between us both. Lazily laying. The voice in my head singing along with yours. A long feeling that starts as brief. Enjoying song after song. Exclusively living in heaven. To sit with my headphones and listen to the only tape that reminds me of you. Our endless conversation. A fear of the tape jamming. Since then I've become lazy. Before and after buying batteries. In constant fear that any moment the cassette player will eat the tape. And I'll forever lose your voice

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Tapes

I've been lazy. Listening to one side over and over. In constant rewind, traveling to a better time. I realized so much more. Flipping the tape over. Following the sound of your voice. I smiled so much. It's not that I preferred one side over the other. Finding error in my mistake. In truth I thought things would never change. The world finding convenience. Music forever changed. The click of a tape being ejected now shared between us both. Lazily laying. The voice in my head singing along with yours. A long feeling that starts as brief. Enjoying song after song. Exclusively living in heaven. To sit with my headphones and listen to the only tape that reminds me of you. Our endless conversation. A fear of the tape jamming. Since then I've become lazy. Before and after buying batteries. In constant fear that any moment the cassette player will eat the tape. And I'll forever lose your voice

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Kiss me good-bye until the thunder stops clapping, until the moon starts glowing, until we all crawl back to the fireplace, where the logs are burning and the kids are laughing. Take me to the underground, to a place I’ve never heard about. Make me forget how I’ve hurt you. Ask me questions, even if I can’t give you all the answers. Please accept my excuses, even if they’re useless. Drink coffee with me, beneath the terrace, as the smokers vape, and the drinkers guzzle. Tell me what you love about the sunshine that peeks under the rainclouds. And tell me to stop, if I’m talking too much. Because I can listen to you speak, on this cassette tape, over and over. Press play.

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Jan 16, 2017

Jan 16, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC

dannyartreads

Cassette

Kiss me good-bye until the thunder stops clapping, until the moon starts glowing, until we all crawl back to the fireplace, where the logs are burning and the kids are laughing. Take me to the underground, to a place I’ve never heard about. Make me forget how I’ve hurt you. Ask me questions, even if I can’t give you all the answers. Please accept my excuses, even if they’re useless. Drink coffee with me, beneath the terrace, as the smokers vape, and the drinkers guzzle. Tell me what you love about the sunshine that peeks under the rainclouds. And tell me to stop, if I’m talking too much. Because I can listen to you speak, on this cassette tape, over and over. Press play.

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