#thud - Hello Poetry

Standing on a narrow bridge above heavy waters holding a bag of rocks in my hand rocks collected during vacations and at bus stations are dropped to see the splash they make for a moment, there is peace and stillness in the chaotic maelstrom as the water separates to avoid impact like Moses parting the Sea of Reads the rocks only feel air on the way to the ground the satisfying splash turns out to be a disappointing thud.

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Thud

Standing on a narrow bridge above heavy waters holding a bag of rocks in my hand rocks collected during vacations and at bus stations are dropped to see the splash they make for a moment, there is peace and stillness in the chaotic maelstrom as the water separates to avoid impact like Moses parting the Sea of Reads the rocks only feel air on the way to the ground the satisfying splash turns out to be a disappointing thud.

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Maybe you are just a heartbeat

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Mar 18, 2019

Mar 18, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC

maria-etre

Just

Maybe you are just a heartbeat

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We lay on our beds facing each other Millions of miles apart “It hurts.” She says, a tear slipping down the bridge of her nose and trailing against the seams of her other eye before finally landing on her pillow. thud “I know.” I reply. And I turn away from her.

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC

greenmintleaves

you’ve only ever loved me when it’s convenient for you

We lay on our beds facing each other Millions of miles apart “It hurts.” She says, a tear slipping down the bridge of her nose and trailing against the seams of her other eye before finally landing on her pillow. thud “I know.” I reply. And I turn away from her.

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I had taken two steps farther again hoping you would notice the distance, but this time I fell off a cliff screaming for you to ask me to stay . I was floating, wondering, “if I died when I hit the ground would the bruises of my past hurt more than being gone?” I couldn’t decide so I just let myself fall. I was looking up to every sharp edge of my life that I had created as my body twirled through the air. I’m not sure why I couldn’t form any thought but “I wish I would have worn shoes, I always hated that my second toe was longer than my first”. Next thing I could remember was you shaking me. I could not figure out when I had reached the ground. You kept saying “please stay”, it was as if your voice was on some sort of prerecord loop. I had needed to hear those words for so long that when you finally spoke them I didn’t understand. How could you not keep your eyes open long enough to see I had been slowly walking away for quite some time. Why did it take the distant thud of my body hitting the ground to catch your attention? You had to realize; you are my only home. I had hoped for so long that you would remember to repair the roof and paint the walls that shade of yellow we loved. But the only bedroom that wasn’t falling apart was the one where you laid your head as you dreamt, and I wept.

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Oct 30, 2017

Oct 30, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC

aliciaamajor

the fall: a short write

I had taken two steps farther again hoping you would notice the distance, but this time I fell off a cliff screaming for you to ask me to stay . I was floating, wondering, “if I died when I hit the ground would the bruises of my past hurt more than being gone?” I couldn’t decide so I just let myself fall. I was looking up to every sharp edge of my life that I had created as my body twirled through the air. I’m not sure why I couldn’t form any thought but “I wish I would have worn shoes, I always hated that my second toe was longer than my first”. Next thing I could remember was you shaking me. I could not figure out when I had reached the ground. You kept saying “please stay”, it was as if your voice was on some sort of prerecord loop. I had needed to hear those words for so long that when you finally spoke them I didn’t understand. How could you not keep your eyes open long enough to see I had been slowly walking away for quite some time. Why did it take the distant thud of my body hitting the ground to catch your attention? You had to realize; you are my only home. I had hoped for so long that you would remember to repair the roof and paint the walls that shade of yellow we loved. But the only bedroom that wasn’t falling apart was the one where you laid your head as you dreamt, and I wept.

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Trembling, you said to me “Put the potato down”. I examined the raw tuber, clenched tightly in my hand, like the first man on a distant continent to discover this strange and ugly meteor, with earthen smell and cold rough skin; it’s dead eyes staring back at me. “Please, put down the potato” I glanced at you, wordlessly, unfurling my fingers the potato fell to the ground in an unceremonious thud.

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC

patrick-h

Potato

Trembling, you said to me “Put the potato down”. I examined the raw tuber, clenched tightly in my hand, like the first man on a distant continent to discover this strange and ugly meteor, with earthen smell and cold rough skin; it’s dead eyes staring back at me. “Please, put down the potato” I glanced at you, wordlessly, unfurling my fingers the potato fell to the ground in an unceremonious thud.

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