Tag: face
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Your Shell
Do you like your shell? I know that it’s full of unused space Does the opaque color make you feel at ease? Unable to recognize your ever evolving face But I know your cold Tried of swapping shells Because your in need of a cozy home You glide and crawl through darkness Scared to move…
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Unseen Tomorrow
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know… Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The future is based on the present…
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Unexpected
I can’t see you sometimes. So I feel around for the shape of your face. I sniff the breeze for the scent of your cologne. I lay soft intent to raw feelings in hopes of finding you somewhere among the clouds. My heart moves before my thoughts and I’m thinking out loud. But I am…
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Enough Mourning
This poem is for all the people who have lost someone they loved. Keep the faith! It never goes away. The feeling of missing you. The thought of… could I have done more. The shape of your face blends into the background of shaky memories. I can’t go back in time to hold your hand.…
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Face Me
Face Me It’s hard to get away from eyes That stare back at you… Stop! Walking. Turn around and face me You always run Throw pebbles and hide your hand No need to insult my intelligence For the sake of games That you play alone Cruelty is your nature Malicious actions built your home But…
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How Are You?
How Are You? Whenever someone asks, How are you? I answer with a customary response… I’m well and you, Escapes my mouth like a chiseled lie I’ve practiced a thousand and one times Yet the taste of it leaving my tongue is still bittersweet I recite delicate lines when I speak But what if,…
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In Memory
In Memory Your eyes were soaked in the honey of hope Faint crows feet stood watch nearby No matter the time of day You would always laugh, smile And indulge in the happiness of life I can still recall The gray, thick curls falling loose To frame the contours of your face As…
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Showtime
Showtime I ran the gamut for you Broke down walls That you couldn’t see through Wiped away tears with my heart’s tissues When your face chipped like stone I took you to the creator And prayed before the throne Now you desecrate my character And turn cloudless heavens into black sky Leaving…
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