A - Hello Poetry

I wonder if that teacher knows That house she calls a home Is where little children would roam Up and down the stairs we’d go Trotting our feet down like a heard of buffalo I wonder if she can still smell the tea and toast And feel the warmth that kettle rose All those years a go At the place I called home. As she walks in the kitchen, Does it whisper her my secrets?

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Mar 3, 2020

Mar 3, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC

capsule

I wonder if that teacher knows That house she calls a home Is where little children would roam Up and down the stairs we’d go Trotting our feet down like a heard of buffalo I wonder if she can still smell the tea and toast And feel the warmth that kettle rose All those years a go At the place I called home. As she walks in the kitchen, Does it whisper her my secrets?

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Did you ruin me? Or is this growing pains? Was it all really black? Or am I looking through rose colored lens? I've yet to feel the light petals your presence brings that bounce on giggles. Or where you even there? Have you even peeked my way? I've been yearning for your gaze. Just. One. Glance. Maybe I've known you growing too. Perhaps you no longer giggle. Perhaps you bask in solitude smirking at memories of your younger self. Perhaps you're lavender.

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC

Love

Did you ruin me? Or is this growing pains? Was it all really black? Or am I looking through rose colored lens? I've yet to feel the light petals your presence brings that bounce on giggles. Or where you even there? Have you even peeked my way? I've been yearning for your gaze. Just. One. Glance. Maybe I've known you growing too. Perhaps you no longer giggle. Perhaps you bask in solitude smirking at memories of your younger self. Perhaps you're lavender.

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To Bite My Tongue Is To Be Secure

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC

Untitled

To Bite My Tongue Is To Be Secure

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As I lay now A burning coal melts Through the center of my chest While its sparks light my ribs on fire And my head feels nothing But the cool extinction. my lungs fill with the toxicity. I am looking for you.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC

Heart

As I lay now A burning coal melts Through the center of my chest While its sparks light my ribs on fire And my head feels nothing But the cool extinction. my lungs fill with the toxicity. I am looking for you.

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We were at the age where roses could walk, And petals were silk, They carried us to nirvana, Struck with the fear of a child.

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC

Walking roses

We were at the age where roses could walk, And petals were silk, They carried us to nirvana, Struck with the fear of a child.

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Poison erupts through paralysis Without an escape Toxic Toxic Toxic

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC

Smoke stacks

Poison erupts through paralysis Without an escape Toxic Toxic Toxic

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Blood drips through clogged veins Like molasses. Breathing deeply, I taste the sweetness of tar Drowning my lungs And solidifying muscles.

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC

Pressure

Blood drips through clogged veins Like molasses. Breathing deeply, I taste the sweetness of tar Drowning my lungs And solidifying muscles.

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You liquify me. I want to be that cool drip Tracing down, Down your neck Pooling into your coves. I want to be that cool that ravages your insides, Making you quiver. I want to be that cool drip Heating up from your shivers. I want to be that cool That makes your heart drop From a single gasp- I want you to feel me when I'm gone.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC

You liquify me

You liquify me. I want to be that cool drip Tracing down, Down your neck Pooling into your coves. I want to be that cool that ravages your insides, Making you quiver. I want to be that cool drip Heating up from your shivers. I want to be that cool That makes your heart drop From a single gasp- I want you to feel me when I'm gone.

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I peel my skin back To reveal my vulnerablity Just to find my nature is to scab. That's not life baby; Life is that time in between Before you fend off the alien And dance with what you breathe out.

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC

Scars

I peel my skin back To reveal my vulnerablity Just to find my nature is to scab. That's not life baby; Life is that time in between Before you fend off the alien And dance with what you breathe out.

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