"restack" poems - Hello Poetry

I found this love like playing tetris Anxiety at the falling of pieces too fast There are still holes in there And I stand like a brick wall now full of peep-holes and glory holes all places to let the cold in And maybe I held you like a blanket And maybe we played each other like Jenga pulling out bricks to restack somewhere else A smaller structure But stronger than we are

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Nov 6, 2013

Nov 6, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC

jon-tobias

On Rebuilding

I found this love like playing tetris Anxiety at the falling of pieces too fast There are still holes in there And I stand like a brick wall now full of peep-holes and glory holes all places to let the cold in And maybe I held you like a blanket And maybe we played each other like Jenga pulling out bricks to restack somewhere else A smaller structure But stronger than we are

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Sometimes I wish these tears, Were held in my head that they were packaged and labeled Citing date, cause, and emotion. I'd scribble box upon box with something like: Date: December 25th 2005 Cause: First Christmas Without Dad Emotion: Misty Eyed Sadness. Or Date: June 8 2002 Cause: Recognition. Of a Job well done. Emotion: Humbled Elation Sure the boxes would stack up. Reaching heights unfathomable. And so I'd sort. Keeping each emotion in their own piles. Neatly selecting which ones to put in the front stacks And which ones to keep hidden from view, So as not to accidentally expose my problems, Or remind myself of things I wish to forget. Instead I'd neatly stack them out of sight. Perhaps the stacks will fall one day. Cluttering my head. It's possible Some may even be forced open. Forcing me to repack and Restack.

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC

john-combs

Stack

Sometimes I wish these tears, Were held in my head that they were packaged and labeled Citing date, cause, and emotion. I'd scribble box upon box with something like: Date: December 25th 2005 Cause: First Christmas Without Dad Emotion: Misty Eyed Sadness. Or Date: June 8 2002 Cause: Recognition. Of a Job well done. Emotion: Humbled Elation Sure the boxes would stack up. Reaching heights unfathomable. And so I'd sort. Keeping each emotion in their own piles. Neatly selecting which ones to put in the front stacks And which ones to keep hidden from view, So as not to accidentally expose my problems, Or remind myself of things I wish to forget. Instead I'd neatly stack them out of sight. Perhaps the stacks will fall one day. Cluttering my head. It's possible Some may even be forced open. Forcing me to repack and Restack.

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Walking alone in the mist of deceit, Heavy breathing billowing down to my feet, The one I trust is someone I cannot keep, Willfully complaisant in the role of a sheep, Giving everything on this battlefield too steep, I'm enamored to be courting, but now I weep. Arms stretched, mind benched, legs drenched, body wrenched, my portrait of a family, a pursuit of forbidden fruit. Her lies in thickness I can't recognize, My cries to rid this sickness compartmentalize, I've accomplished the impossible knightly, She destroyed the possibility frightningly, The children shielded of being scorn admirably, Family perturbed and overwrought widely, Friends preserve and safeguard concisely, Triangulations throng her presence authoritatively, The grimness overtaking the air forever nightly. One domino regressed to the fallen, bringing the collapse upon all of them, Irony of the first domino on top, The rest are outlined in chalk, Holding them all up I fought, But the pain never stopped, I fall over plopped, I can't walk. Never able to achieve the masterpiece, My soul in fleece is slowly released, The devil has poached me from the crease, I'll never be able to restack any piece.

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC

Bonoka

Nefarious Scoundrel

Walking alone in the mist of deceit, Heavy breathing billowing down to my feet, The one I trust is someone I cannot keep, Willfully complaisant in the role of a sheep, Giving everything on this battlefield too steep, I'm enamored to be courting, but now I weep. Arms stretched, mind benched, legs drenched, body wrenched, my portrait of a family, a pursuit of forbidden fruit. Her lies in thickness I can't recognize, My cries to rid this sickness compartmentalize, I've accomplished the impossible knightly, She destroyed the possibility frightningly, The children shielded of being scorn admirably, Family perturbed and overwrought widely, Friends preserve and safeguard concisely, Triangulations throng her presence authoritatively, The grimness overtaking the air forever nightly. One domino regressed to the fallen, bringing the collapse upon all of them, Irony of the first domino on top, The rest are outlined in chalk, Holding them all up I fought, But the pain never stopped, I fall over plopped, I can't walk. Never able to achieve the masterpiece, My soul in fleece is slowly released, The devil has poached me from the crease, I'll never be able to restack any piece.

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