Laura Milner Poems

Well, I bet you never thought
that the clumsy thoughtless oaf
could have feelings
deeper than those of ancient settled sea beds!
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like large shards of glass
ripping my throat to shreds
causing a distinct nausea that can only be cured
by acknowledging what I already know
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I'd seen my Father's tears before
a story of loss, tension and loss of control
one for sorrow, illustrating a weeping household
you lit up a section of this whole we call life
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I could try and try
but I would never succeed
In giving you what it is that you need
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I can't help but ache
the anxiety lingers, systems resume
a tired mind with a lack of substance
future? a lingering doom
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i am your guilt
i am the terror you feel
you are my guilt
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Harshly swallow feelings
Rip my tongue to shreds
Bile rises in my throat
As I remember what you said
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A fondness for elephants
You ask me to forget.
I wait for it to happen,
but it has not. Not yet.
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If mortar and brick were to inhale and perspire
reflect, spit out words, cause conflict, desire,
sentiment would be the most discussed topic.
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For years this house has held sentiment in its palm,
Whether we've been panicked, cosy or calm.
It's gardens hold memories, bones buried deep in soil
Rotten apples falling, the grass a deep royal
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