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a line is a series of points

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living
so small
only fitting
a second
at a time

seeing
so little
but ourselves
what else
can we fit?

dying
each second
a second gone
the last
of its kind

making
every moment
worth having
and giving it up
for the next

filling
the space
wasting
our time
dividing
our lives
falling
behind
and forgetting
the rest

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Written by 2ndhandsoul

September 15, 2008 at 9:05 pm

She Is The Spring

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Her winter is gone,
but quiet remains
blown in on the breeze
and washed ashore
on the doorstep
along with last year’s
debris.

She turns over
blinking at the sun,
waking in her time
as feelings of warmth
begin to settle in
and sway through her
limbs.

Her face fills
with color and life,
dreary dreams of cold
have melted since
the songs have migrated
home again to nest
awhile.

Stretching now she smiles,
around her there
is motion, alive and serious
about its business
while in celebration,
having waited for her
eagerly.

Out of bed, covers tossed,
she is fresh-faced
and ready to greet
all those in anxious waiting
to share in barefoot glee
her wondrous blooming
love.

Written by 2ndhandsoul

June 3, 2008 at 5:20 pm

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In The Garden

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Digging holes, yes
we’re digging holes.
Going deep
to find the soul
and gain strong root
in the soil.
Through the hurt
and all the pain,
come the tears falling
in the rain.
All that’s buried here
will find the light,
so good things grow
and make it right.
Digging holes, yes
we’re digging holes.

Written by 2ndhandsoul

May 27, 2008 at 5:16 pm

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Waiting.

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Time is the distance
between us and together.
Even if you were next to me
we would be miles apart;
but this old watch
by my bed
keeps on ticking
by your picture,
eroding away
at my waiting
to see you again.

I miss you.
Do you miss me?
I can’t see you.
Can you see me?
When I feel you,
do you feel me?

Is that you
in my dreams?

Nothing here lasts forever.
Waiting will one day disappear,
and all this longing will end.
Just as flesh and bone could not hold
your restless spirit within,
so too will this time
pass away to eternity,
put to rest this aching heart,
and bring to life my soul.

Since all this time
I’ve been waiting,
have you been waiting too?
At the end of this life’s journey,
will what I find be you?

Written by 2ndhandsoul

March 7, 2008 at 12:05 am

Posted in poetry

make you mine

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(Here is the primary, uneditted version to this poem.  I am still working on it and will add the editted version, once it’s complete, so there is a comparison for view and comment.) 

crawl out from your bones,
pour me into your heart
and bleed me through your body.
filling every bruise, weep from every wound
sustain you
making your every pulse my own

dance around your head,
draw me into your lungs
and let me be your oxygen.
becoming every sigh, form into every word
saturate you
making your every breath my own

storming inside your skull,
flash me through your brain
and send me down your spine.
riding every signal, spark from every nerve
electrify you
making your every thought my own

spinning beneath your feet,
wander me hither and yon
and leave me with your remains.
devouring every ounce, dissolve into every speck
absorb you
making your every atom my own

passing across your sky,
disperse me into your grave
and suffuse me into your soul.
revealing every sight, shine from every direction
illuminate you
making your every truth my own

Written by 2ndhandsoul

December 31, 2007 at 5:01 pm

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Once In A While

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Once in a while,
we can laugh
without fear
or second-guessing;
feel fine and alive.

Once in a while,
we can be
ourselves.

Once in a while,
we can do
the right thing,
say the right words;
heal a broken heart.

Once in a while,
we can forget
ourselves.

Once in a while,
we can kiss
while savoring it,
return it in kind;
love without constraint.

Once in a while,
we can share
ourselves.

Once in a while,
we can pray
and have it answered,
but not for us;
remember someone else.

Once in a while,
we can get over
ourselves.

Once in a while,
we can say
thank-you
and mean it;
for no other reason.

Once in a while,
we can forgive
ourselves.

Once in a while.

Written by 2ndhandsoul

December 31, 2007 at 4:53 pm

Posted in poetry

Chromativore

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I love you
without knowing
you break my heart
sticky, sweet and red
as a candied-apple
dripping hot cinammon
drink in deep
breath out winter mint
kissing me icy blue
and blazing white
irradiates my mind alive
with lime-green neon dreams
dying black with gangrene
melting in your mouth
buttery smooth
as jaundiced yellow
around a purple bruise
bite into it
hard with hunger
right to the core
drain it clear
as spring water
leave refreshed
with knowing
you love me

Written by 2ndhandsoul

December 21, 2007 at 4:42 pm

Posted in poetry