Bits and Pieces

A collection of poems, first drafts, unfinished works, ideas and quotes.

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Silent Tears

Sighs are my language, unspoken truths lay hidden I miss, I love, you.

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#2

Inaudible breaths come heavily like the tears welling and dispelling levelly as thoughts are quelling and felling. Ground teeth, silent screams, loud music and reddening faces, drowning out day “dreams”, minds breaking at the seams. 

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#1

I can almost guarantee you play dumb for me, so you can continue to ignore and all but abhor me. It’s sad to see and experience thee with walls so high talking is nigh, honestly. I cannot write to save my life, and yet I feel I must try and overcome our strife. I miss you more and more each day away, this rift of rife so ever-present and large growing day and night like leading a charge. I suppose all we can do is wait. Standing apart in a mixture of love-filled hate. 

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Peace

Love in this godforsaken hellhole, ironic, we listen as the bells toll. Sitting atop a grassy knoll overlooking a town without a soul. The people have not long since passed, smoke still rises from the blast some might look on aghast though we look for peace at last.

~Bits and Pieces

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Broken thoughts at work

Your hands are shaking, my mind is breaking, what a twisted story in the making. Your dreams are creating something not worth remaking as you sit there shaking, In mid-morning, just after waking. My heart is aching for acceptance, not even love-making as I spin words through a sinewed grapevine that's not mine to be taking.

~Bits and Pieces 

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It seems so fitting, in an ironic sense, that I should feel such pain on a day of such happiness. It lingers as we stare into the starlight.

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if you could reincarnate as something else after you die, what would it be?

I’m not sure I’d want to reincarnate as anything else, frankly. I’ve left this here for awhile trying to think of an answer and have come up empty handed. In theory, it would be nice to come back as something else, maybe. Though in practice I’m not entirely sure. 

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She Was Here

It's so pretty on this overpass, highway above the city, on a hillside looking into downtown. The floodlights shooting through the night sky calling back to those who have left their home. It is quiet. Though not truly quiet. Cars and trucks pass underneath, their headlights a river of bright, bright white light. I wonder. What was the last thing she saw? This.. city, a golden lake of light, trailing off in wisps, like candlelight reflecting off thick fog at night. This.. pulsating core, fingers stretching over the countryside, forests pulsing to their own foreign beat. It is quiet. It was quiet. When worlds stop Rivers turn red with blood the horizon bending like light in a prism, rainbows. Not only signifying that of which she was, but rainbows dancing through her eyes. In that moment. I wonder. I lay flowers and a heart shaped locket intertwined on this dark overpass. It's beautiful tonight. Clear skies, twinkling stars. galaxies like scars, littering the night sky, molesting its black wonder, color to it's blank pages, color to white skin, deathly grin, a bottle of old fashion gin. It makes me wonder. Did they come to greet her or did she run to meet them? I sit on this railing. Here. I can almost feel her warmth. The hugs I never gave, the love she never saved. These bars. Icy, cold, but warm. She was here. She was here.

~Bits and Pieces - Poets Tumblr

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Saudade

A wilted rose lay in my palm withered gray, the vibrant cream and strawberry of May elapse sharp pains today. Petals on the floor lay astray stem pricking my hand, a dripping red display. Hearts lay on sleeves anyway open to harsh realities, repay visitation of relapse passé. Minds blank canvas molested with shadow play, as clouds form soft edges on the bay. Serenity is but brief delay, as memories flood, such harsh betray. Eyes swimming with dismay feeling the warmth at night fade away, a reminder that it's easier to stay when lost in the Milky Way.

~Bits and Pieces - Poets Tumblr

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"Nothing." A Tempest Trinity

Nothing is a form of serenity when all you see is absence of identity as we float in a limbo endlessly staring at our tempest trinity. There's always a lie behind nothingness, we quickly accept nevertheless. Ignorance lost acquiesce a warring mind. Do I confess? So here we lie in quietude trapped in our own solitude ignoring friendly gratitude as we mistake a whisper for loud attitude.

~Bits and Pieces - Poets Tumblr

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Wartime Thanksgiving

Dimly lit table a small gathering in a large stable mindset unstable waiting to hear some grand fable. The stable lay quiet, where used to be a riot, unfamiliar in this disquiet, weeping came from Wyatt. A coffin lay open, bodies lay broken, silent with emotion, unspeakable devotion. A father returned from war, covered in colorful décor, a man who loved to explore; a family missing his rapport. There will be no feast this year A table covered with love and tear a family learns to persevere, in the midst of uncertain fear

~Bits and Pieces

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Empty Chair

Before us lay a feast held until he arrives, food lay uneaten. ~Daily Haiku Project

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Trolls

Computer screens hide the evils that lurk at night, emerge from bridges.

~Daily Haiku Project

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An abstract concept, home, differs between people.  Love, abuse, friends; home.  ~Daily Haiku

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Headlines lined with lies, papers written, silver lined, for naive people. New project: ~Daily Haiku

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Angels

Somber angels fall, broken wings lay fractured, tears flow silently.

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Perspective - WIP(?)

It's all a matter of perspective, I suppose I was wrong, when introspective. When trying to be protective, I disregard the reflective and look to the future wrongly ineffective.

It's so hard to be subjective when your one main directive is to be a detective of someone else's retrospective. collectively belligerent and invective.

  ~Bits and Pieces