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365 days of poetry . canadian fed #1loveto

[twentyonestrong]

188  :  unlightening

life can feel so meaningless controlled by ego and self-doubt what did I hope to achieve from writing these midnight scrolls? Redemption? Reclamation? Sitting on airtight words too limiting too limiting too limiting I feel so struck like lightning  paralyzing my words and thoughts surging from my mind to my hands whiplashed shaking. I can't write. Not now, not ever. Not accurately, anyway. only bits and pieces of me manage to shudder, shudder their way out of my  electrified limbs. 

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187  :  absent mind

every day  seems like a constant battle between "get a grip on yourself" and "why would you ever want to be less than your imagination?"

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186 : noodling

Three boys. Instruments. Heads down. Ears up. Concentrate. And breakfast is served.

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185 : t.i.b.t.o. (two is better than one)

forehead pressed on mine... this is as close as it gets, making love with mind.

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184 : let it

she is lovely in the snow the way snowflakes kiss her  heavy eyelashes brush against my own cherry chapstick and cinnamon fresh on our lips the warmth so wanted the want so warm within us in this wintry landscape

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183 : light nights

Look at the stars in the sky Look at the moon smiling high She wears her gown in the light safe in my arms glowing bright in the night.

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182 : (puppies)

No one's ever made me feel so beautiful. Every time you kiss my hand, my blood runs warm. I never lose my breath. With you, my heartbeat moves to yours just as the sun rises and falls, just as rivers to oceans. 

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181 : over-love

too content again. take courage to write your heart without losing love.

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180 : b.y.t. (bite your tongue)

Maybe you should wait for this to settle down; I'm not around to please you. I can't help but feel it's hard to stop my words around you. I'm not around to please you.

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179 : fall

When the sun goes down, the air cools and the trees seem to wilt just a little more.

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178 : Jim

tell  me  how  I made this die. you  never seem to blame yourself the worst mistakes are somehow always on my line.

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177 : valid question

So if they all want their lovers to act like mothers, does that make them motherfuckers?

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176 : friendz only

you were always so reluctant to close to me, yet I've seen the darkest part of your pacific swam in its muted dark you can be so vulnerable and still never love me the way I want you to drown as I have in you, I am so drunk with the acceptance that you will never feel the same.

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175 : ma

my mother is a snake,  she enjoys tall grass and weaves through its  camouflaging path, I never know where she is coming from. I always seem to step on her tail, she is always poised and ready to strike at my veins. but I had only wanted her softness and she had only wanted her space and she had only wanted her blood to be brighter pushing my veins, elastic smack pusher she has no confidence in me, no way to teacher so she holds me with her fangs, sharp tongue for preacher and she draws my blood when I am all of her.  mother. I am your blood and you can be my saviour if only you weren't so buried beneath the brown willows then perhaps you would be able to see the bigger picture

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174 : under-mine

I hate watching people desert me, it takes too much patience to stand by and suppress my selfish urge to convince them they're missing out but who am I to tell them my life is more important than theirs Happiness is ephemeral and so are the people in it, I would only slow you down with my limited singularities. 

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173 : drift

Driving in the snow: Trust the wheel to right itself. You must let it go.

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172 : complacated

from day one, I fell so easy settling in your rituals as they were my own I feel as though we've always lived together. it isn't possible that I have not known you before, I don't care how dense you are, just that our bodies  fit so gently in each other and peaceful slumber is so hard to come across these days.