Posts Tagged “verse”

Character | for the heroes

by jh on January 27, 2012

The young one, who claimed not to be too young, spoke of growing up, of remembering growing up in classrooms and school uniforms, of teenage friendships and puppy love. She recounted dreams and hopes, hopes too big and dreamy for (…)

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Things we did not leave behind

by jh on January 24, 2012

(inspired by Selwyn’s remark that the men are as rowdy as ever and a thought catalog post) In no uncertain terms it was evident to us That the battalion was as rowdy as before The frivolous playful-ers, the uncouth hangabout-ers, (…)

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Brand new day | for xaryl

by jh on January 17, 2012

Come sit down now Right here beside me On this grassy knoll overlooking a pink sunrise If only you could be Like in the movies with us running though the long grass Like in the movies with Beethoven’s Ninth in (…)

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We are kids too

by jh on December 23, 2011

Save it for a dreary day where it rains inside Take it out when eyes are wet and hearts are grey Smile a secret smile in your beleaguered heart Make a secret deal with your other half Have that one (…)

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Somedays words fail me | for words I suppose

by jh on December 7, 2011

Somedays words fail me Like in the three and a half languages I speak And 50,000 words I know, I couldn’t find the right one to describe my soul. Somedays words fail me And I sit like a hopeless blind (…)

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Dear Diary

by jh on June 15, 2011

Dear Diary, you are the keeper of words I cannot read, Text I must not know. I know, and I will not open you, nor seek your secrets, I will not care, what was said or written. I know you (…)

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whirl

by jh on February 2, 2010

life gradually descended into a whirl of countries and airports – each of us a traveller standing wearing but the clothes on our backs owning but the suitcase in our hands walking into cavernous halls emblazoned brightly with the word (…)

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