"unsaids" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm so lonely for someone I can be alone with a million tongue notes flicked upon a rogue scale of silence echoing unsaids across flesh parallax seeing you seeing me is enough, it's so much I can barely handle it and it all stays in mouth or drips down the corners where I lick

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC

everlastingcherry

delicious silence

I'm so lonely for someone I can be alone with a million tongue notes flicked upon a rogue scale of silence echoing unsaids across flesh parallax seeing you seeing me is enough, it's so much I can barely handle it and it all stays in mouth or drips down the corners where I lick

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it's real easy to feel like we've done it all wrong phenomenal fuckyes then phantasmagoric fear ragers perpetual pity ******* blood middle knuckle crush regretful bets hedged hunched frozen tongues and pointy unsaids but sometimes with mind wide-eyed and heart roots writhing I've seen it way differently a vantage point where pushpull face-plants are winning lotto tickets because maybe we were kindling of yes unable to keep it burning yet and we would have fumbled it far beyond repair I'm fairly certain our heartfelt invites to instant cohabitation would have ended painfully badly traumas tripping over hair triggers in a 3-legged race two smoking pistols and four red feet even Hello seems too intense to mouth and from this particular perspective I can see how every decision made in fear led to whinging karmarang tied with two strings I daresay one day we might look back with a smile that it went down this way because the initial who were not strong enough to shoulder the immensity nor surrendered enough to float the fragility of newborn carbon gossamer whorl in fact I push all my chips toward that maybe there is fortune in false starts we make plans but I bet The One has better ones so I'm pretty sure we should sit down and listen for that breeze to whisper

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Apr 18, 2017

Apr 18, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC

everlastingcherry

lucky numbers

it's real easy to feel like we've done it all wrong phenomenal fuckyes then phantasmagoric fear ragers perpetual pity ******* blood middle knuckle crush regretful bets hedged hunched frozen tongues and pointy unsaids but sometimes with mind wide-eyed and heart roots writhing I've seen it way differently a vantage point where pushpull face-plants are winning lotto tickets because maybe we were kindling of yes unable to keep it burning yet and we would have fumbled it far beyond repair I'm fairly certain our heartfelt invites to instant cohabitation would have ended painfully badly traumas tripping over hair triggers in a 3-legged race two smoking pistols and four red feet even Hello seems too intense to mouth and from this particular perspective I can see how every decision made in fear led to whinging karmarang tied with two strings I daresay one day we might look back with a smile that it went down this way because the initial who were not strong enough to shoulder the immensity nor surrendered enough to float the fragility of newborn carbon gossamer whorl in fact I push all my chips toward that maybe there is fortune in false starts we make plans but I bet The One has better ones so I'm pretty sure we should sit down and listen for that breeze to whisper

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. 1 Explosions *Fireworks at dawn Fields of colour opening Wildflowers bursting* 2 Perspectives *Youth has horizons Elders have reached a new sun Beyond a mountain* 3 Bagged *Shy lovers so coy Faces, face off each other Pursed lips waiting* 4 Unsaids *Breaths of love in bed Heft of lovers airy touch Weight of whisperings* 5 Love Dimmed *I have shuttered light All that is left of my love Photos in a box*

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC

ormond

5 Five New Haiku

. 1 Explosions *Fireworks at dawn Fields of colour opening Wildflowers bursting* 2 Perspectives *Youth has horizons Elders have reached a new sun Beyond a mountain* 3 Bagged *Shy lovers so coy Faces, face off each other Pursed lips waiting* 4 Unsaids *Breaths of love in bed Heft of lovers airy touch Weight of whisperings* 5 Love Dimmed *I have shuttered light All that is left of my love Photos in a box*

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Somewhere between the words that we speak and the echoes of what remains unsaid, there is an opening waiting for some truth to be revealed. Consider this. In the morning, love is two particles waving in and out of reality, two particles beyond the conceptions of space and time. In the night, love tip-toes across the moon, and at some random point seeps into the dreams of those who sleep alone. I was sleeping alone the night you passed away. I left many things echoing in the opening where the unsaids go to peacefully die. You know, the imaginary space and how it all dissolves somewhere between your perception and mine. I went to sleep the night after you died, and you were waiting for me in a canyon covered with gold. The water, fresh and crisp, and we could not stop jumping from the top of the waterfall to the clear green pool below. There were no words between us, no conceptions of space or time. I remember the feeling of the sparkling paint and foreign images engraved into the gold stone walls, how we leaped from part of the canyon to the next. I remember this, the last collision of your perception and mine, an opening in an imaginary canyon where the unsaids go because they don't want to die. I think this means you forgive me, even though I haven't yet committed the crime. I'm still considering this. Somewhere between the things we believe are real and the things that do actually exist, there is an opening, a canyon, and a beautiful waterfall. I think you still visit there from time to time, and I would like to go once more, too. The only problem is, every time I try to speak, the truth forgets, the opening is dissolved.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC

whitneywc

Imaginary Space

Somewhere between the words that we speak and the echoes of what remains unsaid, there is an opening waiting for some truth to be revealed. Consider this. In the morning, love is two particles waving in and out of reality, two particles beyond the conceptions of space and time. In the night, love tip-toes across the moon, and at some random point seeps into the dreams of those who sleep alone. I was sleeping alone the night you passed away. I left many things echoing in the opening where the unsaids go to peacefully die. You know, the imaginary space and how it all dissolves somewhere between your perception and mine. I went to sleep the night after you died, and you were waiting for me in a canyon covered with gold. The water, fresh and crisp, and we could not stop jumping from the top of the waterfall to the clear green pool below. There were no words between us, no conceptions of space or time. I remember the feeling of the sparkling paint and foreign images engraved into the gold stone walls, how we leaped from part of the canyon to the next. I remember this, the last collision of your perception and mine, an opening in an imaginary canyon where the unsaids go because they don't want to die. I think this means you forgive me, even though I haven't yet committed the crime. I'm still considering this. Somewhere between the things we believe are real and the things that do actually exist, there is an opening, a canyon, and a beautiful waterfall. I think you still visit there from time to time, and I would like to go once more, too. The only problem is, every time I try to speak, the truth forgets, the opening is dissolved.

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*Breaths of love in bed Heft of lovers airy touch Weight of whisperings*

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC

ormond

Unsaids

*Breaths of love in bed Heft of lovers airy touch Weight of whisperings*

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riding warm wind inside-out outside-in mouth christenings lost and found inventory on skin remembering who forgetting where I am your eyes unbind and tie penetrating unsaids

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC

everlastingcherry

penetrating unsaids

riding warm wind inside-out outside-in mouth christenings lost and found inventory on skin remembering who forgetting where I am your eyes unbind and tie penetrating unsaids

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