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lucky

hush, little rabbit. learn to let your blessings go; those not meant for you.

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lucky

hush, little rabbit. learn to let your blessings go; those not meant for you.

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wow.

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Yesteryear

I keep reaching back for the illusion, the dream I dreamed that never was, the life I lived but was never born into, the breath I took, so real, never taken nor tasted by a liars tongue. The skies were bluer than, a shade I haven't seen since teenage eyes turned upward and basked in a memory of blue so blue it buzzed in black, gilded by a hidden sun I cannot quite recall, a tender light stuck between my bronze skin and the ashy pavement. Future fantasy imprisoned in a memory, as flawed and dusty as an out of print book shelved in a moist cellar, the print is smeared and pages torn, I squint to read the lines but I'm filling in the blanks of

indescribable

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fire in glass

the shell and the cell of self incongruous a desiccated monument to terror made monotonous each portent plodding ponderous (in time all) history's anonymous

brilliant

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Absent Love

I find myself Falling in and out of love with you. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, And other nonsense. We're friends And nothing more But I think of you often And I smile. I miss you, You are real to me My feelings for you are real. I've loved you before But so have I not loved you. When we talk, I feel better And the world is brighter. I can't remember faces But I remember yours. You are there And I am here. I cannot see you, I cannot touch you. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, And other nonsense And so I find myself Falling in and out of love with you All over again.

cool

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amazing

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niiiiiice.

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I WANT

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awesome

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noteworthyy

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Best Lesson of Summer

We began to chat two lifetimes half a world apart me in despair you the voice of real talking of self reflection "It's not where you are but who you are running away won't change anything" I talked of spam emails and you worked your voodoo Then, I saw reality and why I should quit thinking the road I always travel (it wasn't a good road anyway always a detour and never smooth) We both responded to the Fall You said, "The body senses it first and reacts before your brain actually acknowledges" Now I know even my body hates the Fall The entire time talking with you felt like I had met the one soul who actually knew what to say the one sou

beautiful.

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lucky by YouInventedMe, literature

put on your red shoes by YouInventedMe, literature

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put on your red shoes

the calendar claims there is a difference echoed by this dissolved distance but every part of me believes it isn't so love you are my glimmer and my glow the truth sings in continued sparks (the pushing back of the dark) in how my heart- beat skips the same way a mirror of the first seconds of the first day and we do not dance but if you should say I will run I will hide love I will stay

the ways I used to spell lonely by YouInventedMe, literature

give them time to miss you? by YouInventedMe, literature

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give them time to miss you?

but what if they live deep in my every fiber every tissue what if I know no other way to love than with my whole heart what if I never have and am not about to start to turn affection to withholding like some sort of game what if it's like learning some new magic word every time she says my name and why on earth would I not want to brighten or to lift the day of the same human whose presence in my life is such a gift if distance does not dampen the flames when we're apart why should I not try to warm her bones with the fire in my heart and if I can shape her smile from here with words why should skin be the only way

because it grows by YouInventedMe, literature

Stationary by PoetsHand, literature

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Stationary

There are days when just a scent calls your memory and I am lost in the past Though I try to feel the memory as a pleasant recollection the loss remains so unbearable tears overtake smiles your image fades the present These years when you are supposed to be only dust have formed from my existance ash and concrete a monochrome of gray I want to say I miss you though these words can never convey the void I cannot navigate too vast to fathom too deep to end I tried moving on but there are not enough boxes to pack the emptiness you left behind

Road of Memories by PoetsHand, literature

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Road of Memories

paths may change though the landscape stays the same I've been on this trip before there is never a map roads are added names are changed some even disappear I try not to travel these streets too much --not many of them are good to follow and sometimes I still get lost seldom a short journey I know where this will lead there are times I wish I had no time for these journeys most routes lead back to you I used to wonder why you have been gone all of these years --visiting you means visiting a grave I want to move on I want the course to lead somewhere with a brighter view but I know why I return my thoughts come back to you to tell you

Six Times on a Train by JunozPP, literature

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Six Times on a Train

The sunrise is silent Behind the receding hush Of a city just waking up Emily's hair reflects The sun's reds and oranges And smells of cigarettes We're lying on top of the pergola Not interested or deterred By the dew and the droppings Just her in my arms And this: a brand new day Out of my window drift soft tunes The first few notes of Parking Lot Are the sweetest ones for me We promised eachother That we wouldn't have a song Our song was supposed to be A self-written cry of relief Etched into the wrists of young teens But Mineral could say that better With screaming guitars and off-key vocals Ironically, it just seemed

November and Such by PoetsHand, journal

November and Such

Nov 13, 2016

I am so glad it is finally November. That's when I actually get time to myself. My internet, though working better than it did, still has issues. Many times I find it easier to be on dA with my phone rather than on my computer. What have I been up to? Plenty! I actually had ideas for poems that I posted recently. Both of them inspired by people I know. (Thank you! You know who you are!) I also have an idea for more thanks to my friend ~rebel-brat (https://www.deviantart.com/rebel-brat). I'll get that one as soon as I work on it a bit more and it is ready. I've been around. Several people know that! Next time I do a journal, I will highlight other artists on here. Anyway,

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