How much farther would you push if you knew I see you from here?
The ends of the earth repeat before you can find me,
But how much farther would you push if you knew I see you from here?
Category: Poems
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How much farther would you push if you knew I see you from here?
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i don’t know what i’m about to say
it’s hard to know that i must write in something that may one day be read. it’s hard because i don’t know what i’m about to say, just that i’m about to say it. keep that in mind, please.
i love
being in love.
love is the singular
from so many
plurals.i love
being told
i am loved.
being loved is
to be known
in trust.i gave
my life to be
a being i don’t know
until i’ve done
what i’ve done.may i know
what i am
before i do
what i do.
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but God
you may feel lapped
you may see others running by
you may feel their wake smothering you
but God knows you can run faster,
you can pray to Him and He will put wind
in your lungs and a sprint in your legs.
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cats to play
as they scatter their steps in a show of play, we wait and love the relaxation of no anticipation. their rule is to thumb at alls commonalities of their specied condition, and we adore them for this. then you cough, finish your work and I laugh to myself in happy bits.
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the classifieds are so sad when read from
the classifieds are so sad when read from
perspective of intention’s goodwill; “They
need a good, safe home,” rings so softly as
to be passed by reader,
but is the hardest line to write.
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sometimes you regrow roots
Gave the kittens a bath each yesterday. Jack clawed and screamed, but Reluctance was calm and kind. Had to re-teach them how to play with our cloth-hangy-thingy. they eventually started pawing with it. they live in the couch, so playing, to them, has been alienated for 3 months. we must develop their sense of pleasure into an active happiness, rather than a fearful tolerance of Kitti.
purple passion plant had grown roots this week, but they buoyed themselves out of, and the leaflets into, the water. had to plant them right away, but the roots were so craned that they couldn’t be in the soil with the leaves above. had to remove one leaf and the bend to put it back into the water to regrow roots. trying to save the split-off leaf, too.
new car .
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See Me After Class
Sometimes you have to stay tuned in as to not miss anything as anything is what tells you the story; sometimes you have to look away and know you are missing something, something that may change your view, so you know that what you knew and what you will know may be closer than if separated by what you now know, even if you are allknowing.
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Where Young
We are young, you and I;
the epitome of style,
justified by our place
in society’s higher.We are young, you and I,
and spend many breathings
of our hearts without
seeing one -others’ movings,
though know we are
but voices away,
in feelings of warmth
long past any normal home’s
bedtime.We are young, you and I,
here to be as fore-thought
memories: the times
in change’s grasp
as seasons looked
from distant past..and I hold these times,
as real as you,
and know they are
but many in few
fleeted glimpses of
what makes us Us
and who we are
as who we were
before.Sorry for the disjointed style; it doesn’t flow for me, either. The message is out, though, and I can rework it later.
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whosoever knows themselves shall know they are the Lord’s. your life was saved from your own deeds but you use it as though it was not. know Him as he knows you!
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i feel like i’m flying away from wherever i have been for quite some time. these past 6 months have been nothing but an epiphany as to who i am, who i am capable of being, and who i am STRIVING to be.i never saw these worlds i live in now when i was younger. they seem distanced now from where i see myself as having been then/they, following a strange vein i had never invited myself to witness, allowing me to be someone i had once shied from for fear of being too me. i struggle. that’s why i am. i wake up after a 5hr nap and see my surroundings, i see my Love, and i juggle the thoughts of getting up happy or getting up tired. the happiness wins most of the time, but the tired knows it can. i write best knowing words are after what i say. that way, you never feel tied to the next word, and focus on the following words.i long for pause and reflection, and can have such when i want.we know this yard is ours to be. she said she wants a garden. i love her and she shows me why every day. i have to go to her knowing i will always be with her. it is a comfort.