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Motions

Take me through the motions

one last time,

let me trail along

with my drifting eyes,

and let me hear those songs

I never could remember

or show me pictures of mountains

I would never climb,

let my feet shift slowly behind you,

tell me stories I've heard a million times,

and let me realize if I miss you or not.

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Written by CautiousRain in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Motions
Take me through the motions
one last time,
let me trail along
with my drifting eyes,
and let me hear those songs
I never could remember
or show me pictures of mountains
I would never climb,
let my feet shift slowly behind you,
tell me stories I've heard a million times,
and let me realize if I miss you or not.
#reflection  #confusion  #longing  #heartache  #missing 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~storm

 

 

 

the pitch of night is sweating me

again.

 

& I remember

 

how he strangled the light

from june

 

I remember the way he grunted

adjectives

&

the angle he spread my hip

sockets

&

how my breath bounced off

the stubble of his long

voice

 

& he's an anathema at the back of

my throat

I still can't allow myself

to swallow

 

a collection of black & blue reflections

that stare at me, echo in

my mirror

 

I try to pry myself from this wreckage I keep

bandaged like wounds

that won't heal

 

 

I see his face on the street, wearing the skin

of other men

& I wonder if my body will always

remember

what my mind will never

forget

 

or if one day my name might

break open

so all the colors of the storm

escape

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  5.7.17 ©

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~storm
 
 
 
the pitch of night is sweating me
again.
 
& I remember
 
how he strangled the light
from june
 
I remember the way he grunted
adjectives
&
the angle he spread my hip
sockets
&
how my breath bounced off
the stubble of his long
voice
 
& he's an anathema at the back of
my throat
I still can't allow myself
to swallow
 
a collection of black & blue reflections
that stare at me, echo in
my mirror
 
I try to pry myself from this wreckage I keep
bandaged like wounds
that won't heal
 
 
I see his face on the street, wearing the skin
of other men
& I wonder if my body will always
remember
what my mind will never
forget
 
or if one day my name might
break open
so all the colors of the storm
escape
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  5.7.17 ©
#poetry  #life  #reflection  #memories  #sad  #pain  #anxiety  #depression  #abuse  #rape 
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