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ho1y-water · 2 years

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is your heart hurt /

did your feet slip in the sand are you /

all right /

in the dark stillness of the night,

everything is warm again

and kind. a susurration of wings.

clairvoyance. squareness and linoleum.

are we still men

if we forget to eat, sleep,

if we spread out in pale grass and melt

and drink blood.

i saw you through dark water /

gleaming on dark water

like so many stars. and like stars

the dawn made you translucent. gone /

and like stars /

you do not love me back.

pink sailboat floating to nowhere

two ships sinking in the night with /

the blackness of night

all around.

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bluestthingsonearth · 28 days

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for @nosebleedclub's april prompts. 1. as good as you'll get

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theluciddragonfly · 5 days

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It isn’t death that frightens people, but rather the concept of no longer existing.

TheLucidDragonfly

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soulreserve · 8 months

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Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

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heartweary-writing · 9 months

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Maybe I should have gone to you

In January, when the cold

Rang in the earth’s bones-

Shaking,

Shaking

Shaking you unsteady

Your heart heavy

Your mind ready

To unravel.

Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-

Even if you would have gone away,

Anyway.

J. K. L

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4sss · 11 months

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My heart strings may be a little out of tune. So long it's been since they've been used. Still I want play a song for you. A melody for my muse.

J.c.A

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abrighterspark · 9 months

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ever loud, ever lively

the river flows below

bubbling with the brook sprites

laughing, light and low

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sike-n · 2 months

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A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

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a-quietsoul · 2 years

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always had my arm stretched halfway: ready to catch you, but never quite ready to reach out.

or the desperate attempt to save others and never yourself

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ho1y-water · 1 year

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it can be clean like this,

crystal gaze through grass blade frostbite in rainy december.

his lips finding my cheek like a cat finding its warm bed

over and over and over

and over again,

curving to fit my body,

curling around me because he wants to.

love means: even though you aren’t doing so well right now.

they are outside smoking

or else

talking puffs of speech

thrown away forever.

i like to pull my own feet out from underneath me,

get sick and tired of sleeping in my bed,

go back and beg for forgiveness

but really

begging for kisses.

i sometimes wonder

about that other life i once had,

the ashes of which blew away with last summer’s fires.

now i can stop faking

and take my pills

and forget.

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thesilentgazer · 2 years

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Anger is powerful. That is why you ask it to hide. Anger is grief's sister. She is mad, absolutely livid, that you try to hurt her. Anger is the father of sadness. He cannot believe that something like this could happen to his son. Anger is the neighbour of consequences, you cannot avoid it for long. Anger is your mother when she has had enough of the world. Anger is your blood and bones, and how long will you hide it away, when it has made a home there.

-gazergirl

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bluestthingsonearth · 1 day

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solo.

i turn 23 right about now. thanks for reading my poems. thanks for feeling things because of my poems. thanks for sharing them. thanks for a lot of things.

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theluciddragonfly · 28 days

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Born to be a lover but I’m a master at detachment.

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soulreserve · 1 year

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Perfume

You become a sound that slowly leaches from my body into air with the softness of breath, a quiet keening, an undertone of heartache I've always felt.

You release from wrinkles, from birthmarks I have known and carried. From freckles that darken in the sun.

You unsettle from the folds of my clothes my hair my eyes like a memory—washed dried and fading fluttering outside on clothes lines.

You aren't gone although you are dissipating leaving in more ways than one. The perfume of you is still damp on poems I write with tears.

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heartweary-writing · 11 months

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Love, for me,

Has always ended

In shame.

Love, for me,

Has always blended

With pain.

J. K. L

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4sss · 8 months

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I can hear your voice in the silence. Softly your words come through. My soul's radio wave carries your whisper as I make my way to you.

J.c.A

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