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"sunshiny" poems
It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. "Aha, my little dear," I say, "Your clan will pay me back one day."
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Thought For A Sunshiny Morning
Kisses under the mistletoe, holly, Santa's list, Rudolph's red nose aglow, Sleigh bells ringing, A donated toy, presents galore beneath the glistening tree, The rich, soft scent of green pine, wreaths to behold, angels above, A wish made upon a star, The wise men's gifts from afar, the drummer boy, Satiny ribbons, big red velvet bows, My hollyberry dishes, Wondrous white fallen, holiday snow With lights at night - a shiny, sparkling fairyland show! ! ! Christmas time magically brings dreams about heavenly things Back to life again. Boxes of candy are ready to go Except for the bows - a must for shoppin' Around the world Santa, driven by reindeer, Will stop for good kids Christmas eve night. Soon I'll get some seeds the scarlet cardinals and other woodland birds to delight. Christmas carols were played past years On our piano With two old fingers and more. My grandpa who had a heart of gold could play songs by ear at his memory's door. Days have long ago gone by since My grandfather so dear to us Told me how they use to put Wax candles on the window sills And the tree - to light Christmas's way. Around the deep, magnificent boughs, too, a scallop trim with splendor Made by hand from strung popcorn and pure ruby cranberries, danced along its adorned, lovely strand. A glorious tree it must have been! Grandpa didn't have a red Christmas stocking. He got a piece of chocolate And an orange in his sock Early Christmas morning. Wishing you all a snowy, Merry Christmas Filled with sweet dreams of sunshiny days Tops my list like winter's cherry cheeks On children whose laughter brings cheer while they play! ! ! !
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Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 4:08 AM UTC
Merry Christmas
Kisses under the mistletoe, holly, Santa's list, Rudolph's red nose aglow, Sleigh bells ringing, A donated toy, presents galore beneath the glistening tree, The rich, soft scent of green pine, wreaths to behold, angels above, A wish made upon a star, The wise men's gifts from afar, the drummer boy, Satiny ribbons, big red velvet bows, My hollyberry dishes, Wondrous white fallen, holiday snow With lights at night - a shiny, sparkling fairyland show! ! ! Christmas time magically brings dreams about heavenly things Back to life again. Boxes of candy are ready to go Except for the bows - a must for shoppin' Around the world Santa, driven by reindeer, Will stop for good kids Christmas eve night. Soon I'll get some seeds the scarlet cardinals and other woodland birds to delight. Christmas carols were played past years On our piano With two old fingers and more. My grandpa who had a heart of gold could play songs by ear at his memory's door. Days have long ago gone by since My grandfather so dear to us Told me how they use to put Wax candles on the window sills And the tree - to light Christmas's way. Around the deep, magnificent boughs, too, a scallop trim with splendor Made by hand from strung popcorn and pure ruby cranberries, danced along its adorned, lovely strand. A glorious tree it must have been! Grandpa didn't have a red Christmas stocking. He got a piece of chocolate And an orange in his sock Early Christmas morning. Wishing you all a snowy, Merry Christmas Filled with sweet dreams of sunshiny days Tops my list like winter's cherry cheeks On children whose laughter brings cheer while they play! ! ! !
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I cannot figure out how to unplug the Emotional Pin-Ball Game. And I am finished playing for now! There are nights when I am absolutely afraid to move. Anxiety and fear ~ my current nemesis. Like, one night, when I was on the phone with the therapist and he was telling me to get up and do something, I could not do it. And it was not because I was trying (in that very moment) to be argumentative and defiant, it was literally because my body was frozen and I could not move. And he seemed frustrated, which I understand, as he was trying to help me, and it’s not like he could grab my arm and physically move me (not that he would do that in his office either, but I suspect it’s a little bit easier for him to deal with me in that situation when we are in the same room). It’s so difficult for me to communicate at that point. Right now I am in this space where I really wonder how I can continue to live up to the person everyone thinks that I am. Who is this person that everyone has created in their minds with my name attached to it? This person that people are praising and say that I am doing great things…Why can I not see the Nita that they see?? I look in the mirror and see constant failure and disappointment. And I have to say that I am not really in the position right now to be all warrior-like and face all of it head-on. It is really one of those days when I want to curl up in a fetal position with a heating pad and pull the covers over my head. Even though the therapist would say that isn’t a good idea for me to hide myself away from all human contact…I still want too. I don’t have any desires to hurt myself; I’m just tired and I don’t want to be all happy and sunshiny for other people right now. My body hurts today. On top of my normal Crohn’s issues that I battle daily…my weak body has fallen to pneumonia. So for 6 days now I have been rotating from coughing to not being able to breathe…oh and let’s throw in a Crohn’s fare up at the same time. Way more fun than one person should be allowed to have.   WAH! I’m sure it’s all “emotional” overload, right? I feel like a pin-ball machine…hit the emotional ball and see where it bounces around and what part of my body it hits! Headache/dizziness: 100 points. Abdominal pain: 50 points. Nausea/vomiting: 150 points. Insomnia: 200 points.  Cramps/bleeding: 300 points. Coughing fit: 500 points. Uncontrollable shaking or inability to move at all: 1000 bonus points.
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Emotional Pin-Ball Game
I cannot figure out how to unplug the Emotional Pin-Ball Game. And I am finished playing for now! There are nights when I am absolutely afraid to move. Anxiety and fear ~ my current nemesis. Like, one night, when I was on the phone with the therapist and he was telling me to get up and do something, I could not do it. And it was not because I was trying (in that very moment) to be argumentative and defiant, it was literally because my body was frozen and I could not move. And he seemed frustrated, which I understand, as he was trying to help me, and it’s not like he could grab my arm and physically move me (not that he would do that in his office either, but I suspect it’s a little bit easier for him to deal with me in that situation when we are in the same room). It’s so difficult for me to communicate at that point. Right now I am in this space where I really wonder how I can continue to live up to the person everyone thinks that I am. Who is this person that everyone has created in their minds with my name attached to it? This person that people are praising and say that I am doing great things…Why can I not see the Nita that they see?? I look in the mirror and see constant failure and disappointment. And I have to say that I am not really in the position right now to be all warrior-like and face all of it head-on. It is really one of those days when I want to curl up in a fetal position with a heating pad and pull the covers over my head. Even though the therapist would say that isn’t a good idea for me to hide myself away from all human contact…I still want too. I don’t have any desires to hurt myself; I’m just tired and I don’t want to be all happy and sunshiny for other people right now. My body hurts today. On top of my normal Crohn’s issues that I battle daily…my weak body has fallen to pneumonia. So for 6 days now I have been rotating from coughing to not being able to breathe…oh and let’s throw in a Crohn’s fare up at the same time. Way more fun than one person should be allowed to have.   WAH! I’m sure it’s all “emotional” overload, right? I feel like a pin-ball machine…hit the emotional ball and see where it bounces around and what part of my body it hits! Headache/dizziness: 100 points. Abdominal pain: 50 points. Nausea/vomiting: 150 points. Insomnia: 200 points.  Cramps/bleeding: 300 points. Coughing fit: 500 points. Uncontrollable shaking or inability to move at all: 1000 bonus points.
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A sunshiny shower Won’t last half n hour. - Anon.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
A Sunshiny Shower.
Tall at the end of the shore, unescorted As I eye you blur in distance My naked feet on ground are ***** and stuck in long halt. I hissed my solitude, I puffed the exhaust of your nearing, Your coming, It is no beyond unattainable so I ought not be afraid. Forever is what my heart aspire So I stood tall, steady and untired. I kept my knees unflex, hands rested on my chest, The depth of longing pounding intensely, Passion its beating, clearly and sunshiny.   Along these lines, Listen as the wind speaks my voice, mindful and intent, If, if only this is bright, If, if only you care for a halt, Then the heart is queer, Will you row me in my endless dreams?
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Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
The Boatman
Who am I? No one special I promise. No one you need to rush out And meet. Just..me. Just a teen trying to figure out The very question you ask me. Who am I? Someone very confused I assure you. Someone all alone, Someone who's learning To be independent By dealing with being Issolated. Who am I? Someone you should stay away from, Believe me. I ruin everything I even glance at, People wilting under my 'Friendship' Who am I? I don't really know. But I know I have A Polluted Heart And I'm no good For your sunshiny ways.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Who Am I?
Sunshiny autumn Then a singular tree waves Leaves reach for the ground
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC
Trees
On sunshiny mornings I'll Perch myself on the edge of The sink and look past the Basil and cyclamen Past the stained glass birds And rainbow crystals And I will look at the trees As I feel the poetry and taste cold pizza. When it starts to rain I Will brew myself a blue mug of expensive Imported tea and sit upon the Unswept linoleum as I listen to the Refrigerator rumble behind my head And the rain echo in sheets on the skylight. And once in awhile a Stray drop comes through the window. If I ever find myself lonely I'll take the six minutes back to the Place that never sleeps and Drape myself on the humming stairs with my other half To remind myself that Solitude is a gift. People change but Houses stay the same. There is much to be found When you stop sitting in chairs And realize that the place you call Home is a place to feel safe.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Solitude
your hand sleepy and resting deeply in mine, the sound of your voice pecking like a sparrow, tickling my heart back to life; beaming, vast, sunshiny and unbroken.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
When we are us.
morning contradictories: mourning our poems, falling stars awaken to a sunshiny Saturday, the lazys, their coverlet of flowers, inhibit our movements, now, as it nears high noon, we have yet from our bed stir August has be-come, the grass pockets of gray and green, swaths of sunburn brown, reveal how far along the North American summer has poetry passed, irretrievable reading your messages and notes from world over, lazy licking you poems so many, delighting, ponderous and oft heroic, as well, weeping as too many become fallen stars each grass blade, from earth born and returned, the nutrients preserved in our sandy soil, intended to nurture next summer’s poesy new birthrights, green+browned, weep+smile, mutual contradictories these poem best friends, passing by each other at lifecycle’s multi-paths, metaphors for our too many morning stirrings, most to be falling like stars that, though in motion, need not come to rest ever, their movement attracts a one…lasting look it nears noon, it nears this poem’s timely finishing touch, straighten its tie, smooth its skirted pleats, a forehead implant kiss goodbye, sent on its way to find its own weight, no parent ere admit, it leaves, with tear-burst showers falling… August 1 2020 noon
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
morning contradictories: mourning our poems, falling stars
All facts, no hype. Just us, all night. Well, at least until you're fast asleep. (Rhythmic pause) Even when you sleep, I will haunt your dreams. Mind, body, and subconscious all belong to me. (Rhythmic pause) Two souls fused together, two lives changed forever. I need you, the way the tide needs the moon. (Rhythmic pause) Speaking of the moon; I will always strive to be the Sun in your solar system & no matter what earth lines up for us, our love will never be eclipsed; your name should sing from angels lips. But, until we get to heaven, mines will have to do. Always knew we'd find each other, magnets can't be kept apart. The world had to evolve first, preparing for our love to start. Now it's arrived, let us inspire The calmest waters, the hottest fire. Whether it be; stormy nights or sunshiny days. To you my heart will gravitate
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Gravitate
~I too have a dream Oh, what a beautiful morning, I wonder what's going to happen to spoil it, what's going to befall me. There are so many possibilities of things going wrong, not going my way, I don't even want to imagine. Why cannot I just sit quietly enjoying the sunshiny day? The phone may ring bringing bad news, I may lose my beloved to the the world. An unexpected invoice I forgot to pay might appear in my mail box, the weather may change and out of the blue day a thunderstorm and rain. Will I pay dearly for seeing everything only in shades of grey? Then the tones of "The New World Symphony" with motifs of Bohemian village dances, the hustle and bustle of American cities, native Indian drums drumming bring the image of peace; of pursuit of happiness on both of my continents. Impossible dream, you say? Author Notes *~Largo from the 'New World' Symphony (1893) by the Czech composer Antonin Dvorak; and is probably the most famous piece of the composition played at all American state funerals.*
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC
New World Symphony
What can you do when there is nothing? nothing to grab onto nothing to to hold you nothing just nothing What can you say when you are tired of your voice? your whine What can you think when your mind is drowning? drowning in the darkness drowning and nearing of the dim lights of no more hope drowning just drowning What can you dream when you can't sleep? can't get anything done What can you do when you becoming nothing? from the thoughts restless nights loss of hope loss of any sign of god **** hope Nothing just nothing can help escape this. Except for the pressing beauty that life and loved ones surely give, but seems to be less important as your spiraling into nothing envelops you into your own self destruction There is in fact hope though hard to see and even impossible to comprehend at times it's there, and you have to believe not only in yourself but those small moments life gives you that make it all worth it. That make the nights though rough bearable for the sunshiny morning to come The thoughts though dark hard to hear through the laughs shared with loved ones The feeling of nothingness though tragically around can be filled with the moments of pure happiness Which do in fact exist in this ****** up world. It's not okay don't ignore it It's a truly scary feeling and shouldn't be brushed off but there is a light at the end of this tunnel there is hope it does get better and all of those cliches Just remember the moments from a shared laugh to a love fest with pets from a hug to a kiss from a funny moment on t.v. to a literal laugh out loud moment in real life This life is crazy ****** up messy heart wrenching cruel at times but breath taking beautiful amazing magnificent and filled with moments worth sharing and living for It's all about the moments
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
It's all about the moments (5 in 1 rant)
What can you do when there is nothing? nothing to grab onto nothing to to hold you nothing just nothing What can you say when you are tired of your voice? your whine What can you think when your mind is drowning? drowning in the darkness drowning and nearing of the dim lights of no more hope drowning just drowning What can you dream when you can't sleep? can't get anything done What can you do when you becoming nothing? from the thoughts restless nights loss of hope loss of any sign of god **** hope Nothing just nothing can help escape this. Except for the pressing beauty that life and loved ones surely give, but seems to be less important as your spiraling into nothing envelops you into your own self destruction There is in fact hope though hard to see and even impossible to comprehend at times it's there, and you have to believe not only in yourself but those small moments life gives you that make it all worth it. That make the nights though rough bearable for the sunshiny morning to come The thoughts though dark hard to hear through the laughs shared with loved ones The feeling of nothingness though tragically around can be filled with the moments of pure happiness Which do in fact exist in this ****** up world. It's not okay don't ignore it It's a truly scary feeling and shouldn't be brushed off but there is a light at the end of this tunnel there is hope it does get better and all of those cliches Just remember the moments from a shared laugh to a love fest with pets from a hug to a kiss from a funny moment on t.v. to a literal laugh out loud moment in real life This life is crazy ****** up messy heart wrenching cruel at times but breath taking beautiful amazing magnificent and filled with moments worth sharing and living for It's all about the moments
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Even through the overcast, the Sun Shines Through, to me, this is a depiction that you will shine too. Don't let the Cloudy Skies, shade out your delight, let the Sunrays break through and let the Sun Shine Bright. The Sun will break out, and clear the Gray clouds away, and Leaving you with blue skies, and a sunshiny filled day. So, on your Gloomy Days, of dark clouds up on high, just be assured that through it all, The Sun breaks through dark skies B.R. Date: 4/1/2025
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Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC
☀️ Sunshine, through dark and Cloudy Skies ⛅️
Its not your romance that so frightens the deepest of my corridor. Its what is upstairs, In my mind The stuff that has gathered dust, That’s been shoved to and locked away in a corner. Some mover left it there, And there it sat, Not knowing if it would have the lid opened in the future, To reveal the contents inside. So, perhaps I’ll shift my thoughts, Move on to some new terrain. Think with my thoughts being a completely separate entity of my own mind. Escape my imagination. Is it possible to escape one’s imagination? Or would that just lead to further withdrawal. ****** You ask me what I want. I guess it makes me nervous, Uneasy. I “Should Have” pinpointed that by now, Huh?! What if I haven’t? The thought remains there. There are a lot of what if’s Chasing me around Blowing like daffodils, One seed in every direction. You’re willing to go there with me Aren’t you? You know. And how you know is beyond me. But know you do. Know that once my thoughts have been spread Throughout the whole land When I am but the green stalk that still stands ***** No matter how shaken to and fro by the winds of my time. You know. Daffodils just grow more sunshiny yellows don’t they?!
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
Flor
warm, strong hands; the delicacy of his fingers softly racing d o w n the small of my back losing my breath heart beating; lump in my chest. a world unknown, I have yet to feel for someone new, my world spinning endlessly as we lay on the azure blue of his sofa couch; feels so soft, soft as the heaven and the clouds as they wrap their arms around the sun and it slips into Darkness.... Darkness. days of it. nights of it. yet the most remote light found in the darkest of places a cold lonely night, riots; tragic news; insecurity... he turns them into radiance, to the white of a sandy beach; his soft skin, his beautiful gaze... I get lost in that blue-green ocean that bores into me with all of their innocence. I let him take me away away from it all; in that moment... and as my skin brushes melodiously against his enchantment I know somehow that everything has changed, and it is so far from undisclosed. if only I could keep the sunshiny Darkness; the togetherness of our loneliness; the stillness of our fast-moving passions... locked away secretly, a secret between (your lips and mine.)
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Black Out
Ray of clarity breaks through my clouded vision and warms my spirit.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day...
Positively, absolutely sunshiny delicious a clean conscience is. A dreamy existence free in spirit in believing I do not have to hide a thing. Or lie again- just say what's on my mind- never remembering a thing.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
clean
I remember.... it was a beautiful warm sunshiny day, the flowers were in bloom... It was early May. I saw you standing in a blue tight fitting dress and all I could think of... Was how much you had been blessed. Your skin as smooth as silk and the color of golden honey, your eyes dark as night... yet brighter than the sun and a body that; would make Venus blush. I remember... standing there, and watching you walk away.... The flowers were in bloom , it was early may... and I was in love! Though, I never got to say. I fell, head-over-heels, heart-over-mind, and since that day... I've been suspended in time. Remembering that day... It was in early may, the flowers were in bloom, the sun kissed the moon, and I was in love... A month before June.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
I Remember
i am a daydreamer, naturally. it is the only release I can feel that has the capacity to break the ties of depression that continue to anchor me down day by day. but I have one fantasy that reoccurs over and over, not a typical sunshine and green grass landscape though. Although, I was never a sunshiny person. In the midst of my parents yelling at me. Of reminding me of the burden I have been for these eighteen years, of talking over me every single time I had something to say, I imagine myself standing up. I would disappear into the kitchen, returning with a silver blade in my hand. In front of all of them, finally the attention on me, I would seek my revenge. I would carve the blade vertically up my arm, bursting the veins that nearly kissed the surface of my skin. And finally, my voice would be heard.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
indulgence
you're only in north dakota. and i am slowly slipping into the harsh shadows this sunshiny state creates. help me. help me. you're the electric pads in the hospital that shock me back to life in moments of drought. kiss me, shock me, make me feel more alive. i am disappearing, fading without you here. i need you, help me i'm fading so quickly and i'm so afraid to be nothing again.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
electric touch
"In a cold and sunshiny haze, I will forget about this."
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
MF
Tonight I can't seem to stop the tears From slicing down my skin And the pain wont leave me Tonight I don't have to pretend That everything is a-okay And happy sunshiny days Tonight I am allowing myself to break Into a million different pieces Scattered across my floor Tonight I will let my raw soul loose With all it's demons and ghosts To wreck havoc upon the walls But only for tonight just for tonight
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Tonight
Your like that morning cigarette with your coffee Not exactly needed but welcomed. Enjoyed. The best part of waking up. The caffeine hits me as the smoke tears into my lungs I breathe deeper You not being here is like one without the other. Still bearable just not as noteworthy You to me are comfortable. Like a pair of shoes that fit your feet just right, as though you are barefoot and every step is floating. You to me are sunshiny days and long walks around town. Warm and gentle. Like the way you kiss me after staring for a second to long. I didn't want the romance or the attachments. I didn't want the emotions and the heartache after. Smart enough to know it'd happen Stupid enough to plunge in Headfirst. Off the tall diving board that engulfs the smaller ones in shadow's. sinking to the bottom I gathered my exploding thoughts. I jotted them down in the notebook that is my mind It is there that I soften the edges of what I want to say. It is there that I make it tangible for others. It is there were I make it less corse, less bitter, less angry as to not upset you. It is there that I mold what I need to say into something you may be more receptive of. It is there that I silence the fear and ignore the doubt. It's there that I try and take the emotion out of it. But it pours from my words like the heaviest of rain clouds. The emotion leaks out like the first few drops of a monsoon storm. Wild and erratic. Completely out of place. But it's when the onslaught of rain comes that you realize just what you are in for. Sheets of rain come down impeding on your vision Like the tears that fell from your eyes, clouding your sight as you rubbed the sadness away I didn't think it'd hurt this much.
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
You
Your like that morning cigarette with your coffee Not exactly needed but welcomed. Enjoyed. The best part of waking up. The caffeine hits me as the smoke tears into my lungs I breathe deeper You not being here is like one without the other. Still bearable just not as noteworthy You to me are comfortable. Like a pair of shoes that fit your feet just right, as though you are barefoot and every step is floating. You to me are sunshiny days and long walks around town. Warm and gentle. Like the way you kiss me after staring for a second to long. I didn't want the romance or the attachments. I didn't want the emotions and the heartache after. Smart enough to know it'd happen Stupid enough to plunge in Headfirst. Off the tall diving board that engulfs the smaller ones in shadow's. sinking to the bottom I gathered my exploding thoughts. I jotted them down in the notebook that is my mind It is there that I soften the edges of what I want to say. It is there that I make it tangible for others. It is there were I make it less corse, less bitter, less angry as to not upset you. It is there that I mold what I need to say into something you may be more receptive of. It is there that I silence the fear and ignore the doubt. It's there that I try and take the emotion out of it. But it pours from my words like the heaviest of rain clouds. The emotion leaks out like the first few drops of a monsoon storm. Wild and erratic. Completely out of place. But it's when the onslaught of rain comes that you realize just what you are in for. Sheets of rain come down impeding on your vision Like the tears that fell from your eyes, clouding your sight as you rubbed the sadness away I didn't think it'd hurt this much.
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A sunshiny day It's bright warmth I do not feel Food on my table That I no longer can taste Insensible without you
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
A Little Dead