quiet togetherness

water flows 
wind blows
outside in the cold
as our hearts spin stories 
by the old worn fireplace

the world turns
and the fire burns
while your hand rests in mine
writing poems in our minds

of other, wonderful times
we spent together 
by this fire

your hand in mine forever. 

 
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Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker 

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