PoetsHand

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Pulse by PoetsHand, literature

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Pulse

Life has been a busy intersection of empty souls passing by I would reach out toward empty arms fading smiles broken promises This was existence Life at it’s best? I cared for others who would always fade and leave at the moment I cared most. On and on this went struggling to find even a happy moment I gave up hope Resigned myself to continued existence Nothing to look forward to But one day there was you at first, timid It was you who reached out first This was something new and a slow progress began leading me here Here: a place I’ve never seen With beauty, acceptance, and Love I had thought this place was just a dream I had heard about but couldn’t believe. Now, I can believe. This journey brought me To you Though the road has been rough and the times have been lonely Waiting for you has been worth all.

What Do I Say by PoetsHand, literature

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What Do I Say

I’ve spent a lifetime missing you. I wonder what I can say anymore. Can I ask how things are going? I’m often confused and hurt as I plot through each day hiding how crippled I am and my hurt. I used to believe I heard you coming down the hall. My breath would catch and I would feel a fleeting moment of happiness that vanished as soon as I remembered. Do I ask how you are? I’m lonely and scared— have been for decades. I’m used to my heart fading along with hope, but the pain is still fresh. I often wonder if I would remember what you looked like if I didn’t have those few pictures. Do you miss me? Often I would fake days of freedom away from your memory. It never really worked. In the back of my mind you are always there and always looking like heaven— surrounded by my sorrow. I used to blame you at times. How could you decide to go and leave me here to fend off the world with their pathetic

Tranquility by PoetsHand, literature

What Do You Say by PoetsHand, literature

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What Do You Say

What do I say to someone Who made the year bearable Through the pain endured? Do I say, “Thank you?” (Not near enough) You Made the difficult days worth Walking through To see the sunrise on the other side. What can I say to someone Who confided in me So much deep hurt So much conflict? Good luck? I want the world To welcome you with open arms To show you life is waiting To show you it’s not the past that controls you The future is yours to have Yours to live What do I say to someone Who will be leaving And I will miss each smile And each encouraging word And each conversation? Goodbye? I will look for you In the s

I'm (Not) Listening by PoetsHand, literature

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I'm (Not) Listening

Tell me to "open up" I can't trust easily from the hurt If there were words No ears could easily hear Tell me it gets better It never has I have memories that have given A lifetime of misery Tell me it's only temporary Though this torment Is all I've known All I've experienced Tell me to think other thoughts I wish I could Though my experiences Cannot bring any Tell me others have it worse Hear what you're saying I won't be happy Because others suffer Then tell me you're "there" and always will be Aways will be (when you want) Then tell me what I should and shouldn't do But remember You're talking to me Talking to someone whose tears

Dramatis Personae by PoetsHand, literature

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Dramatis Personae

it's said love returns and I loved the stage is now empty the play has run its course I gave all I had hoping to fill your hollow heart dialogue, monologue, soliloquies, speeches have all gone silent I want to let go but I cling to lost hope faded lights illuminate no scenery this conflict had no resolution this barren stage is the love I received from you

Nest by PoetsHand, literature

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Nest

The breaking of the shell Soon a birth will take place New life with a hunger and thirst Not simply hunger for food This life will hunger for acceptance Warmth and love There will be a thirst for companionship quenched with togetherness And there are two These two will escape The pitfalls of loneliness Will know one another In a rare way (Where does one end and the other begin?) Skies, fields, lakes, mountains Will await their return each year Await the acceptance of the two Who are one For now, the silence waits Waits for the breaking of the shell, The new birth, And hunger and thirst

Past by PoetsHand, literature

Once More by PoetsHand, literature

Wanting by PoetsHand, literature

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Wanting

The clash of dishes and pans fill the background I chose this diner just to talk You sit next to me which makes me smile They take our order I want to tell you . . .want to tell you what you mean to me how much you've helped my words are autumn mist unable to take form I look at you still amazed at all your wonder I can see you understand You have that smile—it tells me I've never felt this comfortable . . .this relaxed with someone As the waitress brings our lunch I wonder what I can say when even the words "I love you" are not enough

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Pulse by PoetsHand, literature

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Pulse

What Do I Say by PoetsHand, literature

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What Do I Say

Tranquility by PoetsHand, literature

What Do You Say by PoetsHand, literature

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What Do You Say

I'm (Not) Listening by PoetsHand, literature

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I'm (Not) Listening

Dramatis Personae by PoetsHand, literature

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Dramatis Personae

Nest by PoetsHand, literature

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Nest

Past by PoetsHand, literature

Once More by PoetsHand, literature

Wanting by PoetsHand, literature

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Wanting

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Faith by PoetsHand, literature

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Faith

Each October I stand here As fallen leaves damask haphazard arrangement yellows and reds In natural brilliance. The heads of these stones Stand above this sea of color. It was October twenty years ago When, in your stillness, You were brought here With box and grave faces. —The last I saw of you. I have been faithful. In the braced air I visit Though I have no words. I want to believe you are here Want to believe And each October I turn my Back on the leaves and the stones And the air and the gray— Believing—Believing? Fall colors can return to gre

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Between Light and Dark by AleciaMaria, literature

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Between Light and Dark

Suffering in the rain, while dancing under the stars. I know light will break through; that light will cast a shadow, but shadows give shade on a hot summer day, so I'll stand in that light and let the shadows fall. Love in the light and love in the dark, knowing both will come and go. The little stars twinkling in the sky, reminding me how alone we are in this cold, vast ocean makes love harder in darkness and light, knowing forever isn't coming and now is all we have—now is everything we have, and in the presence of now, I don't feel so alone. Rain pours and stars shine, as Now wraps a scarf around my neck, and in the midst of suffering, we dance on together.

I tried by Dawnmoon13, literature

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I tried

I tried to count my scars, But I couldn't tell Where one began And another ended. So I tried to count the cuts, But I couldn't, because Blood smeared across my skin, Connecting them like a thin, Red veil of pain. And so I cried. I cried a single tear, because When I need to cry, I can't. Finally, I sat down, And put pen to paper, Or fingers to keys. And tried to write my emotions. But I couldn't, because I don't know how to tell the world What I feel like, When I have no right. I looked from the blood stained tissues, Across my torn body, Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me. Another tear was p

To Myself and My Parents by gallindz, literature

Sad- Understander for Gino by gallindz, literature

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Sad- Understander for Gino

Of the many ways you love me, here is one the way your blond paw repeatedly paws my arm so you can tell me everything will be alright so you can tell me there is a sad trapped inside my body and how even well meaning people ignore it because they don’t know what to do with it except to leave it alone You wish you could take the sad outside to set it free or call a sad- understander to come help the sad all you can do is watch the sad and feel for the sad and if you could, you’d write with that paw- you would tell me how a poem feels useless but you are wrong You are a sad- understander more than I could ever be who paws my arm repeatedly to drag the sad out of me.

taking to the road pt. 2 by purediluj, literature

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taking to the road pt. 2

was it a coincidence, that you caught me downtown? my perfumed powdered pink pawn next to your man, you were like a swan your face is so close, yet your lips are in another realm doesn’t really matter if my phone had a sine because you know now that I am alive, near and dear I am, not in Glasgow no more in another town nor across the ocean in my isle i promised you, baby, I never lie like the Benz-O rider in leather, living a low life lucky for you, now they’re afar that man’s distant memory doesn't even deserve to be a lullaby doesn’t really matter if I have been fighting because at least you are aware, that I am not the one who has fallen though you believe deep down I am also broken i saw it when you said, “keeping secrets that deep is akin to lying” know my excuse now, I hate to see you crying

you and i by purediluj, literature

home in me by Tiger--eyes, literature

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home in me

do you remember when we’d write poetry on rainy days and weep? you were so alone and i was so embroiled in love that bruised and broke. i thought he’d lost his old gods--the snowfall and the firelight of love but all there’d ever been to him were caverns. holes. maws never sated. those gods were only lies drawn on curtains, hiding monsters behind them. but you. but you were lemon balm in flower beds, plantain in the fields. you were stakes tied to my sapling life, more color than any spectrum. and now we plant our garden beds, nurse sunlight and sparkle through the dark. now, we plan our meals around the dinner table. you take off your shoes and i take off my laces. now, there is a home in me, meant for you.

Mom and Dad by gallindz, literature

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Scattered Pieces by PoetsHand, literature

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Scattered Pieces

There should have been a way To frame your voice in silver. Your comfort would be A beautiful decoration. If, somewhere, I could have Collected your caress, Relief would be a keepsake On the mantle next to your portrait. Our past had a brighter future Than my present. I should have preserved Your embrace in the scrapbooks. More than tender memories Would flow from each page. I want to hold each moment close, Assemble them--store each second, Since I have to face this life Alone.

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Longing by PoetsHand, literature

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Longing

I want the Renaissance of Love the Age of Aquarius promised us. I want to understand humanity and ask you to take my hand when needed. I want your hand when I may desire the same. I want prejudice to die on the Altar of Compassion while we walk arm-in-arm without inhibition or shame, a Love-In of not just tolerance, but real acceptance. My deepest desire is the reawakening of Love. I want to end my vanity to see what really matters. I want a mature mind with a young outlook. I want to awaken refreshed each day, and rest reassured each night. I want to find myself by looking inward rather than search the world in vain. I want to accept respon

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Feb 8
Deviant for 13 years

My Bio

You'll just have to read the works I write.

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Current Residence: I wish I knew!
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, but whatever sounds good is just as welcome.
Favourite photographer: She knows who she is.
Favourite style of art: Romantic Age Movement

Favourite Visual Artist

They know who they are.

Favourite Movies

Lots and lots

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Mostly Classic Rock, but my playlist has so many different genres. . .

Favourite Books

The two series by Lian Hern or are there 3 now?

Favourite Writers

Poe, Hawthorne, Shakespeare, James Clavel, Ray Bradbury,

Favourite Games

Old School Runecape