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You and I are the same -
made with feet that wander
far from where they'd like us to call home.
And they, the ones that formed us,
are the same that wrench our cross-stitched fingers
as we try to break free.
They stake claim to our fallen limbs
and every browned Autumn-leaving
rustling echoes in our souls.
We'll know our home when we've found him,
the boy they've labeled perfection,
but we'll see all the cracks in each of his tired-bones.
We'll nestle in every crook, filling the hollow,
and conceive a whispering whistle
of a swansong.
made with feet that wander
far from where they'd like us to call home.
And they, the ones that formed us,
are the same that wrench our cross-stitched fingers
as we try to break free.
They stake claim to our fallen limbs
and every browned Autumn-leaving
rustling echoes in our souls.
We'll know our home when we've found him,
the boy they've labeled perfection,
but we'll see all the cracks in each of his tired-bones.
We'll nestle in every crook, filling the hollow,
and conceive a whispering whistle
of a swansong.
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My girlfriend weighs about 250 lbs, and her doctor told her that she could never have a real loving relationship because nobody loves fat people. So I told her how I feel:
I felt sad for your doctor who told you those things and I just looked at your picture on my phone. I don't understand how anyone who sees the green of your eyes does not see beauty worth more than green fields or oceans. Why do people think that love only chooses bodies that belong on a postcard? If I could tell them that when I kiss you I feel like I am stealing from time, and I know I can not stop time, but when I see you I have a few more seconds than the rest of t
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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I know this was only published a day ago, but I cannot believe it does not possess higher statistics! Your descriptions were beautifully constructed with such raw emotion! I really liked how, when read, it told a story with each line and phrase. It was very interesting to watch it all unfold. I really liked the ending, too! Oh heck: the whole thing was really inspiring and so unique! It maintained strength throughout, and that is something I don't always see happen; I was pleased to see it in this poem!
Fantastic job! It was a pleasure to read (:
Fantastic job! It was a pleasure to read (: