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Poet. Dreamer. Tea-drinker. Lady of birds. Hoping to make it through life in one piece.
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Emmeline

The windows close upon the day

and hours soon decline

your conscience is a product

of a vintage, cool and fine

but days are soon between us

I tried to make it last

but all you really wanted was a 

feeling from the past

You never really lived up to the words that you had spoken

and now I'm left to face the world, sad, alone, and broken

I've kept the letters in a trunk

and watched as many ships had sunk

along the frightful bay

where I knew that you would stay

A pity it is

oh, pity the fool

whose heart was never genuine

and used souls like his tools

Broken windows now

as all the souls escape 

and wallow in the absence

of a well deserved fate

oh, the night is now a blanket 

and it shines across a sea

where your body left its markings 

of the essence from your flee

Oh capture!

Capture my body!

Capture me!

How blind I was

Why did I not see?

Many a moon

and many a sea

Many a feeling by

the man who 

used to love me...

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Emmeline
The windows close upon the day
and hours soon decline
your conscience is a product
of a vintage, cool and fine
but days are soon between us
I tried to make it last
but all you really wanted was a 
feeling from the past

You never really lived up to the words that you had spoken
and now I'm left to face the world, sad, alone, and broken

I've kept the letters in a trunk
and watched as many ships had sunk
along the frightful bay
where I knew that you would stay

A pity it is
oh, pity the fool
whose heart was never genuine
and used souls like his tools

Broken windows now
as all the souls escape 
and wallow in the absence
of a well deserved fate
oh, the night is now a blanket 
and it shines across a sea
where your body left its markings 
of the essence from your flee

Oh capture!
Capture my body!
Capture me!
How blind I was
Why did I not see?

Many a moon
and many a sea

Many a feeling by
the man who 
used to love me...
#poetry  #life  #brokenheart  #glimpses  #Emmeline 
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Sunlight Story

There he lived

by railroad tracks

decaying in sweet summer

breezes and song,

filling his body with 

a day's worth of sunlight

He would reach out

to the sky as birds flew by

and rest upon the first 

of the owls mournful cry

and repeat his days again 

and sit out in the sun

Watch the grass roll on the hills

were in youth he did find fun

And he falls back

against time as it folds

through his hair 

and the silence of the kitchen

and the stairs, where he weaves

his hats and goes to the tracks 

to fill his body with a day's

worth of sunlight

Once more

Once more

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Sunlight Story
There he lived
by railroad tracks
decaying in sweet summer
breezes and song,
filling his body with 
a day's worth of sunlight

He would reach out
to the sky as birds flew by
and rest upon the first 
of the owls mournful cry
and repeat his days again 
and sit out in the sun

Watch the grass roll on the hills
were in youth he did find fun

And he falls back
against time as it folds
through his hair 
and the silence of the kitchen
and the stairs, where he weaves
his hats and goes to the tracks 
to fill his body with a day's
worth of sunlight

Once more
Once more


#poetry  #life 
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Midnight Embers

I carry your soul

within me like a flame that 

can never be burnt or

forgotten as time moves

forward, like a train on its

tracks, heavenward...

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Midnight Embers
I carry your soul
within me like a flame that 
can never be burnt or
forgotten as time moves
forward, like a train on its
tracks, heavenward...
#poetry 
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The Space Surrounding

It's odd when the things you

knew all your life suddenly

become unrecognizable...

Words become product

of unfamiliar faces

attitudes, the same

and memories, separate from

the person you once were

It's sad sometimes, to feel this way

but I guess that's life

and in some cases, this helps you live...

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The Space Surrounding
It's odd when the things you
knew all your life suddenly
become unrecognizable...

Words become product
of unfamiliar faces
attitudes, the same
and memories, separate from
the person you once were

It's sad sometimes, to feel this way
but I guess that's life
and in some cases, this helps you live...



#poetry  #life  #reflection 
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A Blanket of Solitary Dreams

A look inside

and you will see

the reality that

lives in me 

A mask that's worn

to hide the truth

was only off

when in my youth

And now I live 

within myself

and in the comfort

of the past

The arms of time

will hold me true

against the lines

my mind will grasp 

The difference now lies in 

the deep and forever held

in restless sleep

But all I have is the birthing souls

and the whispers that I keep...

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A Blanket of Solitary Dreams
A look inside
and you will see
the reality that
lives in me 

A mask that's worn
to hide the truth
was only off
when in my youth

And now I live 
within myself
and in the comfort
of the past

The arms of time
will hold me true
against the lines
my mind will grasp 

The difference now lies in 
the deep and forever held
in restless sleep

But all I have is the birthing souls
and the whispers that I keep...

#poetry  #alone  #tappingintothedarkeraspectsofhumanity 
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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

As I Remember

Rows of dishes

stacks of books

children's wishes

cosy nooks 

parent's faces up above

and food made

by hands with love

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As I Remember
Rows of dishes
stacks of books
children's wishes
cosy nooks 
parent's faces up above
and food made
by hands with love
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GLIMPSES: POEMS OF LOVE, LIFE, AND SECRETS...

"Beverly Street"

I look out the window

and see dirty clothes

strewn upon the street

where kids go to meet

and walk around

and around

and around

waiting for answers to come

They walk up and down,

and up and down

and talk of sex and life

and careers they want to hold

when they go and get old

and older

and older

waiting for death to come

And I watch them go

and look at my hands

and wonder where I'll go

and how I'll grow

and grow

and grow

when I wait for life to come

"Pleasures"

She woke up to

find a cup of tea

by her bedside and

smiled at the way

the steam had assumed

shapes and swirls that made

her feel like a child again...

"Cough Medicine"

There's something

comforting in drinking

medicine that shouldn't be drunk

shadowing memories inside

a beaten up trunk

listening to records that

spin and repeat

and thrive underneath the

early night's feet

Yes, something is to be said

about the things that speak

inside your head

alive and dead...

There's so much

beauty to be found

in the stars and the

words that are muffled

by the sound of fast cars

But the beauty you seek

doesn't sleep in your present

rather it lives in the troubles

of next week

And the plants are all dead

and every book has been read

And every soul is asleep in their bed

"Purpose"

He stared into the clock

wishing he had done

something that day instead

of cupping his hands and letting

rainwater collect inside his palms

watching it drain into nothing

He was waiting for something

to happen, but he didn't quite know

what he was waiting for...

"Love"

1 a.m. on the wall

and I hear whispers

seeping through your breath

against the sheets of color

and confusion that

line each of us in

the night's fading glory

The night creeps through the walls

and into our bodies like

memories we wish to forget,

but still grasp onto

when the moment is just right

I see your chest rise and fall

as the sea does when the

moon exposes her breast upon

the dark and uncertain fate

of humanity's birthplace

She places her trust in the knowledge

that we all feed upon her as children

and nothing short of innocence

I see your eyes flicker

like candles that, soon,

cease to shine

for its strength runs

low from constant use

I see your body run free

like a river at dawn

drawn by the wind and

blossoms of late summer

I see the world outside the window

in its repetitive heartbeat

and torturous exhaust

that trap us in the utter confinement

of our own minds

But I know, at 1:30a.m.,

you dream of freedom

and we, at 7:30 a.m.,

wake to love...

"Blue Room"

No one paid attention

to the room, unless it was

illuminated by a gentle hand

at the flick of a switch

And still, they didn't care

The room was unnoticed

by many, for they were

distracted by other things

that shone brighter

So the room was lit

every day for the girl

who could turn its light on

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GLIMPSES: POEMS OF LOVE, LIFE, AND SECRETS...
"Beverly Street"

I look out the window
and see dirty clothes
strewn upon the street
where kids go to meet
and walk around
and around
and around
waiting for answers to come

They walk up and down,
and up and down
and talk of sex and life
and careers they want to hold
when they go and get old
and older
and older
waiting for death to come

And I watch them go
and look at my hands
and wonder where I'll go
and how I'll grow
and grow
and grow
when I wait for life to come

"Pleasures"

She woke up to
find a cup of tea
by her bedside and
smiled at the way
the steam had assumed
shapes and swirls that made
her feel like a child again...

"Cough Medicine"

There's something
comforting in drinking
medicine that shouldn't be drunk
shadowing memories inside
a beaten up trunk

listening to records that
spin and repeat
and thrive underneath the
early night's feet

Yes, something is to be said
about the things that speak
inside your head
alive and dead...

There's so much
beauty to be found
in the stars and the
words that are muffled
by the sound of fast cars

But the beauty you seek
doesn't sleep in your present
rather it lives in the troubles
of next week

And the plants are all dead
and every book has been read
And every soul is asleep in their bed

"Purpose"

He stared into the clock
wishing he had done
something that day instead
of cupping his hands and letting
rainwater collect inside his palms
watching it drain into nothing

He was waiting for something
to happen, but he didn't quite know
what he was waiting for...

"Love"

1 a.m. on the wall
and I hear whispers
seeping through your breath
against the sheets of color
and confusion that
line each of us in
the night's fading glory

The night creeps through the walls
and into our bodies like
memories we wish to forget,
but still grasp onto
when the moment is just right

I see your chest rise and fall
as the sea does when the
moon exposes her breast upon
the dark and uncertain fate
of humanity's birthplace

She places her trust in the knowledge
that we all feed upon her as children
and nothing short of innocence

I see your eyes flicker
like candles that, soon,
cease to shine
for its strength runs
low from constant use

I see your body run free
like a river at dawn
drawn by the wind and
blossoms of late summer

I see the world outside the window
in its repetitive heartbeat
and torturous exhaust
that trap us in the utter confinement
of our own minds

But I know, at 1:30a.m.,
you dream of freedom
and we, at 7:30 a.m.,
wake to love...

"Blue Room"

No one paid attention
to the room, unless it was
illuminated by a gentle hand
at the flick of a switch

And still, they didn't care

The room was unnoticed
by many, for they were
distracted by other things
that shone brighter

So the room was lit
every day for the girl
who could turn its light on

#poetry  #life  #love 
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Silver

I think... I think the moon

makes us wiser

It reflects to us the things we wish

we didn't see within ourselves

But the moon makes us face them

as a separation from our dreams

It shows our limitations and the farthest 

depths and crevices that lay within our souls

___________________________

Are you listening?

Are you paying attention?

Are you understanding?

Not yet, but soon the hour will come,

says the moon

Granted you are ready 

Receive, do not consume...

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Silver
I think... I think the moon
makes us wiser

It reflects to us the things we wish
we didn't see within ourselves

But the moon makes us face them
as a separation from our dreams

It shows our limitations and the farthest 
depths and crevices that lay within our souls

___________________________

Are you listening?
Are you paying attention?
Are you understanding?

Not yet, but soon the hour will come,
says the moon

Granted you are ready 

Receive, do not consume...
#poetry  #life 
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A Moment of Reflection

A slice in your finger

A crack you made on the

glass of a candle by

attempting to snuff it,

though you barely even touched 

the candle itself

A rip in the bedsheets

A tear in your blanket

that grows each time your foot

is caught in the hole,

gradually opening up further and further

A bag of turned lettuce that drips and drips and drips

Drops of honey on the floor

A neglected cockroach carcass 

and mint leaves along the countertops

Scalded skin

A broken wineglass 

An assortment of art supplies

A minute to admire the skies

And a faulty timer

Bound in love

Wrapped in joy

Perfect in every way

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A Moment of Reflection
A slice in your finger

A crack you made on the
glass of a candle by
attempting to snuff it,
though you barely even touched 
the candle itself

A rip in the bedsheets

A tear in your blanket
that grows each time your foot
is caught in the hole,
gradually opening up further and further

A bag of turned lettuce that drips and drips and drips

Drops of honey on the floor

A neglected cockroach carcass 
and mint leaves along the countertops

Scalded skin
A broken wineglass 
An assortment of art supplies
A minute to admire the skies

And a faulty timer

Bound in love
Wrapped in joy
Perfect in every way

#poetry  #life 
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Every Night

They watched the shadows twirl

under the moon's breath

upon the night's tongue 

and against the earth's breast

"It's beautiful." He said...

"It's forever." She whispered...

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Every Night
They watched the shadows twirl
under the moon's breath
upon the night's tongue 
and against the earth's breast

"It's beautiful." He said...
"It's forever." She whispered...
#short  #glimpses 
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