0501 - Hello Poetry

I am a shoe wearing a horse Let me kiss your elbow it’ll only hurt for a year and seven days.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC

I am a shoe wearing a horse Let me kiss your elbow it’ll only hurt for a year and seven days.

It is strange, and so so far from my understanding: that still I should want to bury my face within your ***** (and yours alone at that), when still your hand holds tight to the knife so gracefully lodged within my abdomen. For it was by you that I learned there is somewhere I may rest my head when I find it too heavy with sorrow, and yet, it was also you that brought me the greatest sorrow; the only sorrow I have felt was too great for me to bear alone, and in it, bid me the quickest farewell. Never, before now, have I found myself in need of somewhere to lay my head, nor someone to hold tight to and to be held tight by. And I know, it was not your intention to bring about pain, rather it was solely in hope of ending such that you carried this out. But it seems that what you left below my chest was laden with what before ate at your heart, and I see no other fate before me than to suffer what you suffered; you have given me your ill, in hopes of once more finding health. And it is strange, that despite the violent shaking in my hands, I harbor nothing in me other than the wish that wellness again should find you.

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC

strange

It is strange, and so so far from my understanding: that still I should want to bury my face within your ***** (and yours alone at that), when still your hand holds tight to the knife so gracefully lodged within my abdomen. For it was by you that I learned there is somewhere I may rest my head when I find it too heavy with sorrow, and yet, it was also you that brought me the greatest sorrow; the only sorrow I have felt was too great for me to bear alone, and in it, bid me the quickest farewell. Never, before now, have I found myself in need of somewhere to lay my head, nor someone to hold tight to and to be held tight by. And I know, it was not your intention to bring about pain, rather it was solely in hope of ending such that you carried this out. But it seems that what you left below my chest was laden with what before ate at your heart, and I see no other fate before me than to suffer what you suffered; you have given me your ill, in hopes of once more finding health. And it is strange, that despite the violent shaking in my hands, I harbor nothing in me other than the wish that wellness again should find you.

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I have taken years of my life, trying to figure out what I have to say. I haven't much more to say about my life other than that.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC

A Man of Few Words

I have taken years of my life, trying to figure out what I have to say. I haven't much more to say about my life other than that.

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There are too many themes running through my head. My thoughts are running away when I tell them "I want to know you". Perhaps I am running. God, I talk weird. Do I really think this way? Do I speak this way? I FEEL LIKE A WISP. AM I REALLY HERE? There is indiscriminate chatter on the subject of Burger King, happening below me. And I am alive to the memories I put away, the ones I forgot to hang up in the windows of my mind. Alive for only a moment, though.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC

Hysteria

There are too many themes running through my head. My thoughts are running away when I tell them "I want to know you". Perhaps I am running. God, I talk weird. Do I really think this way? Do I speak this way? I FEEL LIKE A WISP. AM I REALLY HERE? There is indiscriminate chatter on the subject of Burger King, happening below me. And I am alive to the memories I put away, the ones I forgot to hang up in the windows of my mind. Alive for only a moment, though.

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I am looking out windows I am forgetting important letters and china glass is spilling on the sidewalk. Upon my tongue dances something liminal and untouched by the hands of Man Upon the empty mountain I stand. Ravaged and far from ripe, Standing upon the empty mountain I begin to understand: My eyes are empty. My eyes are empty.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC

Title

I am looking out windows I am forgetting important letters and china glass is spilling on the sidewalk. Upon my tongue dances something liminal and untouched by the hands of Man Upon the empty mountain I stand. Ravaged and far from ripe, Standing upon the empty mountain I begin to understand: My eyes are empty. My eyes are empty.

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I'm manic, and so is everyone else around me. We are drowning in our self prophesied nadirs; enraptured in the drama of our lives; enamored with the devils we chose to let live. We reasoned "What harm could come from this spirit which suffered to bring me such joy, which rose from the depths to meet me in the eye and kiss me on the tongue?" And we know, the floorboards are soon to split, that the world was not meant to drown all at once.

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC

Winter Bloom

I'm manic, and so is everyone else around me. We are drowning in our self prophesied nadirs; enraptured in the drama of our lives; enamored with the devils we chose to let live. We reasoned "What harm could come from this spirit which suffered to bring me such joy, which rose from the depths to meet me in the eye and kiss me on the tongue?" And we know, the floorboards are soon to split, that the world was not meant to drown all at once.

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Mind’s eye gone blind Mind’s eye shoved in a cage Cage called home Cage built from within Within Within the unsettled urn Urn of the pristine Urn cast aside Aside weathered/withered eyes Aside sensation forgotten Forgotten ferver Forgotten despite old words Words once known Words wisdom had shown Shown endearment Shown patience Patience to seek Patience to speak Speak only to find Speak only to break the divide Divide between us all Divide will end in fall

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC

mind's eye

Mind’s eye gone blind Mind’s eye shoved in a cage Cage called home Cage built from within Within Within the unsettled urn Urn of the pristine Urn cast aside Aside weathered/withered eyes Aside sensation forgotten Forgotten ferver Forgotten despite old words Words once known Words wisdom had shown Shown endearment Shown patience Patience to seek Patience to speak Speak only to find Speak only to break the divide Divide between us all Divide will end in fall

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Who knows? None but myself. Who has experienced? None but myself. Who cares? Surely, none but myself.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC

None

Who knows? None but myself. Who has experienced? None but myself. Who cares? Surely, none but myself.

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the objects in my eyes dissolve unto an unending sea that no one admits having ever seen. i do not know where to turn from here for i am forever changed, and choosing to step back from this is still choosing to respond to this.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC

forward, backward, upward, downward; all at once

the objects in my eyes dissolve unto an unending sea that no one admits having ever seen. i do not know where to turn from here for i am forever changed, and choosing to step back from this is still choosing to respond to this.

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Though, such should not imply what is typically assumed. For island do not exist apart from all other things. They are chained to the earth by their foundations. Let us take from this saying, instead of the formerly agreed upon interpretation, that, to be an island is to be distinct, but not separate from all else.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC

Man is an Island

Though, such should not imply what is typically assumed. For island do not exist apart from all other things. They are chained to the earth by their foundations. Let us take from this saying, instead of the formerly agreed upon interpretation, that, to be an island is to be distinct, but not separate from all else.

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