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Daily Deviation
May 28, 2014
His lap was reserved for science... by ArbiterGirl resonates with, as the suggester says, "intense longing", and achieves impressive characterization in relatively few lines.
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i still see his hands
coated in soil
mud
dirt
playing god
coaxing seeds to life
bringing his creations to us
maybe that was his love
the calluses from wooden shovels
from making wooden fences
from the circle-purple grapes
the quarter-blueberries
the furry peaches
maybe he loved us
the same way the cat did
secretly perched atop my toddler bed
until dawn danced on my fluttering lids,
leaving before the morning sun
would make stark her black in the light
maybe he loved us
through the water and earth and wind
that fed his garden plants
maybe he loved us
with the force of sunlight
but we just never knew
coated in soil
mud
dirt
playing god
coaxing seeds to life
bringing his creations to us
maybe that was his love
the calluses from wooden shovels
from making wooden fences
from the circle-purple grapes
the quarter-blueberries
the furry peaches
maybe he loved us
the same way the cat did
secretly perched atop my toddler bed
until dawn danced on my fluttering lids,
leaving before the morning sun
would make stark her black in the light
maybe he loved us
through the water and earth and wind
that fed his garden plants
maybe he loved us
with the force of sunlight
but we just never knew
Blurg
Blurg, he said
Bloorph, she replied
Bibble, he inquired
Bloop, she responded
Ballooo, he crowed
Ballee, she squeed
Ba-kneeknee, he cooed
Ba-kneeknee, she sighed
It’s not what you say it’s how you say it.
Catharsis
I didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had
Don't be scared, darling.
We're going to try something new
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Darling,
Why does that scare you?
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Empty - Poem
An empty room,
An empty voice,
Empty thoughts,
That make no noise.
Empty Soul,
And empty eyes,
As the hourglass drains,
Another piece of her dies.
An empty smile,
Reflects an empty heart,
That an empty love,
Once tore apart.
An empty grave,
And an empty mind,
No matter how deep she cuts,
The pain no longer cries.
An empty life,
She cannot be free,
Because the empty lock,
Has got no key.
The Colours of your Soul
I saw a pastel pink sunset
engulfing the evening sky
(such a soothing sight)
I heard many anecdotes,
smiled as if I was there,
even hoped that one day I'd have a story to tell myself
You once called be Rapunzel
You'll never see how long my hair has gotten now
One phonecall
changed everything
I want to grieve for you
in my detached way
-I'm barely apart of this
only the observer that watches lives
dissoluted from your passing
They say you liked pink
and this sunset is pink
Maybe I'm just searching for symbolism
in a place deprived of all sentiment
But I find a comfort it its swirls
of diluted ruby shades
I was unfortunate not
Listen, Politician
Listen, politician,
Tell me what you see.
We protest and we plea,
Don’t you see us try to flee
From your reign of tyranny?
Or are you on your spending spree?
Your eyes are on our flag,
Your hand is o’er your heart.
Your lips speak of a nation that couldn’t be more apart.
What principles will you impart,
To commence us a new start?
Listen, politician,
Lend your eyes to what we see.
Listen, politician,
Tell me what you hear.
All our panic, all our fear,
You must hear it loud and clear,
Or will our problems disappear,
If you just stay another year?
We listen to you read
Your prepared and humble creed,
While you ramb
i loved you like a sunset
when i look at you, i don't see constellations.
you're not a galaxy or a nebula or
cosmic eyes,
your veins are not full of stardust and your heart doesn't beat through your chest to the rhythm of the universe.
you are not celestial.
when i look at you, i see blue skies and
wispy train-track clouds.
you're a dewy morning and alabaster sheets,
you're the earth and the way leaves crunch beneath your feet and
you're a rainbow while it's raining.
there are hurricanes forming in your eyes,
but i am not afraid (and neither are you).
i grew so used to paralleling stars to
hearts that i forgot not everyone is born from
shattering cosmos, stitched to
Do not rest upon my shoulder
Do not rest upon my shoulder, lad, my shoulder is too weak,
and I do not have the knowledge for the answers that you seek.
True, I sit upon this bench and watch the world go by.
See the sojourn of the seasons, born like us to fade and die.
See the older generation hobble daily, to and fro.
See the teenage youth speed past and children as they grow.
See the paths beyond the bench, worn and edges frayed,
See the men who contemplate new paths before they’re made.
Share my warmth with others who sit upon this seat,
others like myself who tread the world beneath their feet.
Days of past and days ahead have now merged into one,
I feel so very
Obsessed Regrets
I got too sexually obsessed
It completely destroyed us
And now I'm a mess
God fucking damn this all
Laying in my bed,
Trying not to think at all
Gotta get you outta my head
Just forget everything we had said
If only it was that simple
Instead it's a riddle
Banging my skull against the metal
Of my bed frame, can't fall asleep cause all the shame
Fuck everything inside my brain
I can't deal with this constant pain
Yet I attempt to refrain
Attempt to rid the strain
Of living without you
Making my self a barren shell
Smoking my self into a cell
By means of mellow hell
So next time I'm thinking about you
I should just smile and be happy
Then q
To Him
You make my pain leave
Yet because of you the pain
Is crushing my soul
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...so I learned to love the stars
Feeling nostalgic
Times are hard
I was always a daddy's girl.
Feeling nostalgic
Times are hard
I was always a daddy's girl.
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Or maybe he just loved gardening 