Whisper

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We sit and collect our tragedies
In jars that we see and see
Feel a little, too
The words sit ready on my lips
But are words ever enough?
There are so many stories between you and me
So many moments that we have lived, I have felt
Have you?
I love you, I love you
I whisper this under my breath
As I see you
A breathing manifestation of something I never thought possible for me again
Dead ends and U turns, I know
But journeys ahead?
The thought of something, a maybe?
It terrifies me
My trembling fingers close into each other
I fall into myself
And you, yourself
Over and over again
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~insight07
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Home

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We make homes in people
Only to leave.
All the memories sit safe
Collecting dust on shelves and desks
That have no use now.
Letters are stored, ink and paper have felt thumbs move on them a countless time.
The walls do not hear laughter anymore
Windows are not open anymore
Sunlight pours on the brown grass,
Plants that had names have died long before.
Promises sit in the fridge, stale, expired and cold
So cold.
How do you warm yourself again?
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I am a nation of such empty homes
People come, only to go
But somehow, the ever rising hope of a human-
I keep hoping for more.
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~insight07
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Worth

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I want to add some colour to this pale frame of mine

There is nothing

But skin and a tattoo with three birds flying.

My nails are too pink, I wish they were purple, green or an electric blue

My hair is too brown, I wish it was red, blonde or a shocking white

My clothes are all blue, I wish they were yellow, magenta or a bright orange.

Can I hide behind these colours and relish

In the plainness of me?

Because realisations come slow and difficult

And one where you realise your own ordinary replaceable worth,

What do you do?

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~insight07 •

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Honey Name

A name on my lips-
Callous words in a string
An old love stuck in a repeated song
A melody as old as honey.
Sticky spiders with webs in my chest
Feelings woven with stories as familiar
As a dream of childhood.
Times passes, houses change
People become mirrors who repeat the same words
Over and over again.
I become an old song, with the same steps taken
Yet again, down the park.
Years ago, years hence- I call
That honey name on my lips.
Do you even remember at all?

~insight07

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