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Sometimes it Comes Slowly

17 Wednesday Dec 2014

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Poetry, Sorrow

Sometimes it comes slowly
Like beauty eroding over time
Sometimes it comes quickly
Like a tidal wave crashing down
That somber realization
That you didn’t mean to someone
What ever it was that you thought
Maybe you meant something once
~ and maybe you never did
Maybe the signs were there
~ you just couldn’t bear to see
But once you realize
That you just don’t mean the same
~ there is no going back
To that place you wanted to be

Silent Armor

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Love, Sorrow

She wears armor
In the shape of silence
Words too sharp
Cannot
~ must not be heard
Each syllable a weapon
Chipping away
At what’s left
Of walls no longer tall enough
Inside she needs the cold
To survive the heat
Too many feels
Each burning hotter than the last

I want to reach out
Try and heal
But right now
My fingers are acid
I want to
~ need to be there for her
But my love for her
Is stronger than my need
So I’ll sit still
Quiet
Until her armor
Made from silence
Gets her through her dark
Back into my dark
Where I’ll hold her safe

Empty Anger

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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So much anger
So much rage
It fills me up
It’s in my veins
And in my bones
It tastes like rust
On my tongue
Like blood gone bad

Empty
My veins cold
And my bones hollow
Nothing but silence
All emotions drained
It tastes like dark
On my tongue
Like an empty room

On or off
Everything or nothing
What breaks me most
Is that for me
There is no in between
Just the quiet
Before the storm
And the storm

Rough Edges

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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We hold softly
Gently
In our hands
Those things we’ve broken
As if somehow
If we are gentle enough
We can put back together
Those things we made fall apart
But even if
Somehow
We made those pieces fit
It wouldn’t be the same
Running our fingertips
Across the smooth
We would feel the rough
People are like that
And the relationships
That bind us
And while we can never be
Put back together exactly the same
We can grow to find comfort
In those rough edges
For in those rough edges
Are the stories
Of how we came to be

Something Like Home

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Love, Poetry

I laid my hand
Softly
Upon her chest
To feel the rhythm
Of her beating heart
To feel the warmth
Of her burning soul
And in it
For the first time
I felt home

The Slipping Mask

15 Monday Dec 2014

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I can feel it now
This mask is slipping
But underneath
Another awaits
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen myself
Without a mask
That I don’t even recall
What I am like
Without one on
Don’t be offended
If you never see
Whatever it is
That is the real me
You see these masks
That I wear
Protect you
As much
As they protect me

Something Darker

15 Monday Dec 2014

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It’s something different
Maybe a little more violent
Certainly something
A little darker

Close your eyes
And take my hands
And let slip those things
You hide inside

Let your shadows
Slip into mine
Let my shadows
Slip into yours

I don’t mind the dark
Lingering around me
Especially
When it’s yours

Alone

15 Monday Dec 2014

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My broken pieces
Far too jagged
To ever fit
With anyone else

My jagged pieces
Far too broken
To ever connect
With anyone else

I’ll never know
What it feels like
To be held by arms
That need to hold me

I’ll never know
What it feels like
To hold someone
That needs to be held by me

I’ll never know
What it feels like
To be anything else
Than alone

What Have I Done

14 Sunday Dec 2014

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Too many times
I ask the question
What have I done
It feels like
All too often
There was already
Blood on my hands
Before the battle
Had even begun

I look around
At the pain
I have caused
And know
It wasn’t
What I had
Planned
And all I can ask
Is what have I done

That Corner

14 Sunday Dec 2014

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dark, Poetry

That corner
It offered no shelter
No protection
From what you knew
Was soon to come

That corner
Listened to your tales
It never judged
It knew the secrets
That no one knew

That corner
You haven’t seen
In so very long
But still see in nightmares
Far too often

That corner
With its scratches
(Your scratches)
And it’s tear stained paint
(Your tears)

That corner
In that dark
And dusty room
How after a while
It felt like home

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