#wutheringheights - Hello Poetry

I am He. You, She. We are moored Inexplicably. I bide.

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Aug 16, 2024

Aug 16, 2024 at 3:05 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Heathcliff

I am He. You, She. We are moored Inexplicably. I bide.

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Each brush stroke, paints color back, into her wuthering heart.

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Jun 17, 2023

Jun 17, 2023 at 9:02 AM UTC

megan_parson

W.H

Each brush stroke, paints color back, into her wuthering heart.

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At the heights of a Surrey valley is where I stand alone. The clouds roll in with attempted suppression, wuthering, as one may say. Yet they succeed and I do not. All this vacantness on the moors, in turn: suffocation. All this gale of violence and madness, not a single shiver, but a private, intense burning sensation. Would it set fire to the moors, the libraries, and the red curtain theatre? Or would it melt the defendant themselves? I wish for the former, yet I am already melting. I put my hand on the gnomon-less sundial, and still I stand alone drunk on the all-consuming emotions inflicted by these brick walls or rather the crowds of unpredictability within them.

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Apr 20, 2022

Apr 20, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC

katecc

Drunk on a school night

At the heights of a Surrey valley is where I stand alone. The clouds roll in with attempted suppression, wuthering, as one may say. Yet they succeed and I do not. All this vacantness on the moors, in turn: suffocation. All this gale of violence and madness, not a single shiver, but a private, intense burning sensation. Would it set fire to the moors, the libraries, and the red curtain theatre? Or would it melt the defendant themselves? I wish for the former, yet I am already melting. I put my hand on the gnomon-less sundial, and still I stand alone drunk on the all-consuming emotions inflicted by these brick walls or rather the crowds of unpredictability within them.

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like heat and cold alone they destroy but together they are neutralized

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Sep 2, 2020

Sep 2, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC