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"spillings" poems
a storyteller's perspective, steppin' off the ordinary edge, into the unknown An unsent letter lay on the rustic log cabin floor A cold wind musta’ blown through the cracks the light comes in, where it laid fallen, half *** crumbled, yet never a wadded ball; never an unspoken thrown paper stone,  a befallen regret was all. Silently atilt and leaning against the canted wall's slant behind the gathered dust a squeaky hinged burl wood door A timeworn tarnished copper wind up clock roosted, an old lip smirched coffee cup time stood still; an empty bottle of gin sat near the bed post headboard where the ink stains and blotted spillings let the memories in. Stained pages torn and bent like fallen paper wings returned to the unread sender … postage due,   south a heaven sent ― A sullied envelope, gnawed and mouse chewed, for a nest of new beginnings ―                                                                just read:                   Lydia  ...                                   ... followed by a scribbled empty heart                The time aged brown tattered tablet paper left behind stifled like the unread heart it holds upon the threadbare pages of smudged tear’s ache and spilled gin The weathered rock hearth fireplace filled with spent ashes, hand rolled cigarette butts, traces of an aching lament; scratched up old vinyl records lay ***** and tired out, from a time of sweeter fallen fences, a musical bliss, and a lost angel's abandoned red slinky party dress,   aside a busted off black velvet high-heel stuck sullied in a hollow knothole in the ancient barn-wood floor a sparkly pearl pink jewel entangled in a spider web An unsent letter lay on the rustic cabin floor A cold wind musta’ blown through the cracks the light gets in The final unread words silently said:                                *"We lost our way,                                   it all went wrong,                                   it all turned bad"                              ..."This is the outcome when someone you love                                     up and throws you away"                              ...“I’ll reach out from the inside                                   I’ll rise up again and do without”                              ..."You went out into the world                                   with an untamed hankerin’ ―                                   like a carefree restless gypsy breeze                                                                  and come back worlds apart"* The Unsent Letter,                             just whispered words to the dust in the wind                                                                                     in quivering ink:                              ...*"how can I ever unremember you...?                                   a thrown stone sinks wordlessly as a rock...,                                   an old wood bucket with a rotten hole the heart,                                   fallen forgotten, rock bottom as an empty well"*                                         just signed:   ...   ❤  August                           January 1st, 2017 ... august ... wild is the wind  ♡
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
The Unsent Letter
a storyteller's perspective, steppin' off the ordinary edge, into the unknown An unsent letter lay on the rustic log cabin floor A cold wind musta’ blown through the cracks the light comes in, where it laid fallen, half *** crumbled, yet never a wadded ball; never an unspoken thrown paper stone,  a befallen regret was all. Silently atilt and leaning against the canted wall's slant behind the gathered dust a squeaky hinged burl wood door A timeworn tarnished copper wind up clock roosted, an old lip smirched coffee cup time stood still; an empty bottle of gin sat near the bed post headboard where the ink stains and blotted spillings let the memories in. Stained pages torn and bent like fallen paper wings returned to the unread sender … postage due,   south a heaven sent ― A sullied envelope, gnawed and mouse chewed, for a nest of new beginnings ―                                                                just read:                   Lydia  ...                                   ... followed by a scribbled empty heart                The time aged brown tattered tablet paper left behind stifled like the unread heart it holds upon the threadbare pages of smudged tear’s ache and spilled gin The weathered rock hearth fireplace filled with spent ashes, hand rolled cigarette butts, traces of an aching lament; scratched up old vinyl records lay ***** and tired out, from a time of sweeter fallen fences, a musical bliss, and a lost angel's abandoned red slinky party dress,   aside a busted off black velvet high-heel stuck sullied in a hollow knothole in the ancient barn-wood floor a sparkly pearl pink jewel entangled in a spider web An unsent letter lay on the rustic cabin floor A cold wind musta’ blown through the cracks the light gets in The final unread words silently said:                                *"We lost our way,                                   it all went wrong,                                   it all turned bad"                              ..."This is the outcome when someone you love                                     up and throws you away"                              ...“I’ll reach out from the inside                                   I’ll rise up again and do without”                              ..."You went out into the world                                   with an untamed hankerin’ ―                                   like a carefree restless gypsy breeze                                                                  and come back worlds apart"* The Unsent Letter,                             just whispered words to the dust in the wind                                                                                     in quivering ink:                              ...*"how can I ever unremember you...?                                   a thrown stone sinks wordlessly as a rock...,                                   an old wood bucket with a rotten hole the heart,                                   fallen forgotten, rock bottom as an empty well"*                                         just signed:   ...   ❤  August                           January 1st, 2017 ... august ... wild is the wind  ♡
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Hail unrequitted love, ancient poetic rite of passage. The bullet-burn of countless ant bites knawing, devouring at young and tender flesh empties soup-bowl eyes of suppose'd might, a ringing scream sprawls out of each biological mesh. You have never felt anything this full-of-feeling. Never have you been so overcome with nausea that you have no out but to ***** You have no choice but to cry: Yet your sacred spillings prompt your pen to fly.
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May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 8:53 PM UTC
Antstings Ode
Wildflower yearnings, un-blooming and restless longing for nothing but sunshine and meadows, spring mist’d spillings on clover leaf lawns, weeded temptations dot soon Sunday drives as tiger lilies line the shoulders calling in nectar’d phrase and orange sherbet wishes Her Earth sleeps beneath cold canvas mornings, foggy breath seeps from shiver’d mouths, footprints like smiles disappear in tandem, bundled decency falls to the way side as foul speak through chattering teeth vibrate in angst against her endless winter Still she smiles knowing what rests within, stuffed in her springtime pocket of seedlings and smiles, close to her they wait Squirming for release and peering over edges, listening for that call of warm temp delight, tiny parachutes at the ready Gray skies peer down, frowning on what will become, sensing they too shall once again hide, pushed aside by blue sky dreams, warm breeze’d sonnets sung in harmony, butterfly dance cards filled…once more her winter pocket will take inventory Sighing, she ponders in snow flake tricklings, grinning at giggles of April anticipation, flipping another calendar page, staring out over the stark white landscape and whispering a promise to all… “Spring will be here soon”
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Mother Nature's Promise
pining and finger-twisting; watch me weak with wanting you. your golden-haired laughter, and your soft-crinkling eyes   do they read the words behind me     (three of them, overused but    achingly true)? haven't you heard? well, i won't spoil it, but they're spilling over, so i'd brace yourself, if i were you.
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Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
spillings
deflated dimples frosted frowns crusty clowns and crispy crowns boiled biddings cuddle puddles and fearful fillings spoiled spillings double trouble secret spitting crepuscular vapor nicotine taper look in the mirror meet your maker long walk faker tick tock taker
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Times Gone
Drowning into a pile of seeds that won't grow anymore, A strive to my darkness underneath my irrelevant human flesh, It feeds on rotting blood and my insides, It Tries to **** out it's Poisonious venom from my bones, The heavy snaps make it worse as it's letting noise shout, To conceal my messy spillings, Wanting you to tell me what to do, Listening to you In evolves silver and red floor mess, Crying out and selfishness has to come to mind, Then where are my magic beans, Why aren't they moving forward I poured out so much water, For you, Only for you to grow To photosynthesise To rise And your not moving Your empty Like the rest of me Fascinating how I am not surprised
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
2. Magic beans
Now the time and I are wasted hell no, I'm trying to be good enough to save your God **** respect **** I'm not ready to disprove it The world minds me when I saw your fault I dont wanna lie to the lier even I'm bad but acting be nice to you all nothing is permanent not even my heart you wanna see the **** so take my soul away every one looks like innocent **** no one helps you though your bamboos are spreading but let it be in legal so unethical loyalty I'm so dizzy I'm a drunken yard you can spill your **** and leave like nothing happened cause your matter doesn't matter my poor heart.
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 1:43 PM UTC
Spillings