Alley123 - Hello Poetry

I cut off two fingers from the hand of the poet who can’t stop from writing the hymns of her. I put them in my ears so I could escape the redundant song About the girl with the face that inspired the seas and it’s depths And the sun And the moon And the stars And a spirit that defeated them all I would’ve used two of my own, but I need all 10 to compose this sacrilegious psalm Because I value Beauty not Although I guess it’s only me They’ll adorn your scars as long as they don’t bleed and applaud your broken bones as long as they aren’t visible through busted seams And they live to hear her story No matter how old or recent But If you look like the hell you’ve gone through they’d rather you just Didn’t. Or perhaps you prefer that narrative of hate And slaughter And lust But no matter how many time it’s spun I still can’t seem to trust The girl with the mind that dared to lock eyes with the void and it’s breadth And time And space And death And a soul that embraced them all She’s prayed for the devil one too many times and that’s probably why he won’t leave her alone Cause she’ll tell you her name is fearless And that she’s mystical and cold But really she’s Banality And her lionhearted stories Old I suppose it’s not her fault Nor is it Beauty’s either That their tales are all derivative And clichéd, their Author’s leisure They’re shrines to archetypal aspiration Overwatered brain garden Concept vegetation So I pulled up Beauty’s roots And those of Banality too And reveled in their surprise as a **** like me ripped them from the view. And I plant them here with me amongst the blooming Apostasies And how willingly they drink My Eucharist of impiety And now I sit with open veins And written in my blood this Antiphon remains But since we’re all just echoes in the void I’ll know you’re lying if you say you didn’t lick your fingers anyway when turning the pages of this introit

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Sep 19, 2019

Sep 19, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC

Beauty and Banality

I cut off two fingers from the hand of the poet who can’t stop from writing the hymns of her. I put them in my ears so I could escape the redundant song About the girl with the face that inspired the seas and it’s depths And the sun And the moon And the stars And a spirit that defeated them all I would’ve used two of my own, but I need all 10 to compose this sacrilegious psalm Because I value Beauty not Although I guess it’s only me They’ll adorn your scars as long as they don’t bleed and applaud your broken bones as long as they aren’t visible through busted seams And they live to hear her story No matter how old or recent But If you look like the hell you’ve gone through they’d rather you just Didn’t. Or perhaps you prefer that narrative of hate And slaughter And lust But no matter how many time it’s spun I still can’t seem to trust The girl with the mind that dared to lock eyes with the void and it’s breadth And time And space And death And a soul that embraced them all She’s prayed for the devil one too many times and that’s probably why he won’t leave her alone Cause she’ll tell you her name is fearless And that she’s mystical and cold But really she’s Banality And her lionhearted stories Old I suppose it’s not her fault Nor is it Beauty’s either That their tales are all derivative And clichéd, their Author’s leisure They’re shrines to archetypal aspiration Overwatered brain garden Concept vegetation So I pulled up Beauty’s roots And those of Banality too And reveled in their surprise as a **** like me ripped them from the view. And I plant them here with me amongst the blooming Apostasies And how willingly they drink My Eucharist of impiety And now I sit with open veins And written in my blood this Antiphon remains But since we’re all just echoes in the void I’ll know you’re lying if you say you didn’t lick your fingers anyway when turning the pages of this introit

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So break my heart in a million ways. In the end, It’s still held together by the smile on your face. Cause I’ll sew back the pieces every time You say my name Or cross my mind And tell myself it’s as good as new. Or maybe even better than it was before You. Because you will never **** up enough And I will never let go enough To give up The memories.

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May 4, 2019

May 4, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC

Swan Song

So break my heart in a million ways. In the end, It’s still held together by the smile on your face. Cause I’ll sew back the pieces every time You say my name Or cross my mind And tell myself it’s as good as new. Or maybe even better than it was before You. Because you will never **** up enough And I will never let go enough To give up The memories.

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Moon lights up the night with that Cheshire smile In the Black Blue Bruised sky Stars shine in Paralyzed combustion And I get the notion To never move again How could the day compare To a beauty so rare? The sun will always rise in time But each night is one of a kind And here I am amongst the trees Hear their praises in the breeze As they reach up to Heaven Longing to be lifted While we both stand rooted In Hell The lights blurr together with every tear that fills my eyes Knowing one day I'll fly forever When God paints my star in the sky I feel the pleasent creep of Possibility Sort of like a Euphoric serenity And I can feel it in my veins A breathtaking surge You can't deny But won't be sure If time is a pawn, Cruel in its waste, You and I are as hollow as The threat of Check mate.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC

Euphoric Serenity

Moon lights up the night with that Cheshire smile In the Black Blue Bruised sky Stars shine in Paralyzed combustion And I get the notion To never move again How could the day compare To a beauty so rare? The sun will always rise in time But each night is one of a kind And here I am amongst the trees Hear their praises in the breeze As they reach up to Heaven Longing to be lifted While we both stand rooted In Hell The lights blurr together with every tear that fills my eyes Knowing one day I'll fly forever When God paints my star in the sky I feel the pleasent creep of Possibility Sort of like a Euphoric serenity And I can feel it in my veins A breathtaking surge You can't deny But won't be sure If time is a pawn, Cruel in its waste, You and I are as hollow as The threat of Check mate.

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I can feel my halo Dimming I can feel my tolerance Slimming I can feel my sanity rot in this Forever stagnant state I'm Sitting I can feel the madness Ripping Holes of confusion in my Heart I can feel the courage crawl to Fool me alone in the Dark But where the **** am I? Search for shadows in the light So easily could I just hate But I suppress what none dare take Let the tears soften the break Coping illudes as release I pray for the real fall I pray to end it all They say to get it off my chest Let my burdens find some rest But I take comfort in the hope One day my cares will ******* Choke I could feel you spitting every Insolent complaint Hammering like nails in my Tolerance I swallow hard Push down impulsiveness Caution can be a burden Praised as wisdom's yoke Yet, so can capriciousness So I sit back and choke So where the **** am I? Anxiety is too **** high So easily could I just break But an act of risk The fence won't take Just sit there and Equivocate Coping illudes as release I pray for the real fall I pray to end it all They say to get it off my chest Let my burdens find some rest But I take comfort in the hope One day my cares will ******* Choke Sitting pretty on the fence Next to indecisiveness And he tells me "Here, there is no right or wrong. In the grey is where you belong." So I look to either side and They're all living their lives Doing what they feel is right until they die And here I am alone Wasting away as I Erode And I realize I'll never live at all. So who the **** am I? Risk is the breath of life So easily could I just wait Second guess and hesitate But there's no freedom in a place Where coping illudes as release

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC

Choke

I can feel my halo Dimming I can feel my tolerance Slimming I can feel my sanity rot in this Forever stagnant state I'm Sitting I can feel the madness Ripping Holes of confusion in my Heart I can feel the courage crawl to Fool me alone in the Dark But where the **** am I? Search for shadows in the light So easily could I just hate But I suppress what none dare take Let the tears soften the break Coping illudes as release I pray for the real fall I pray to end it all They say to get it off my chest Let my burdens find some rest But I take comfort in the hope One day my cares will ******* Choke I could feel you spitting every Insolent complaint Hammering like nails in my Tolerance I swallow hard Push down impulsiveness Caution can be a burden Praised as wisdom's yoke Yet, so can capriciousness So I sit back and choke So where the **** am I? Anxiety is too **** high So easily could I just break But an act of risk The fence won't take Just sit there and Equivocate Coping illudes as release I pray for the real fall I pray to end it all They say to get it off my chest Let my burdens find some rest But I take comfort in the hope One day my cares will ******* Choke Sitting pretty on the fence Next to indecisiveness And he tells me "Here, there is no right or wrong. In the grey is where you belong." So I look to either side and They're all living their lives Doing what they feel is right until they die And here I am alone Wasting away as I Erode And I realize I'll never live at all. So who the **** am I? Risk is the breath of life So easily could I just wait Second guess and hesitate But there's no freedom in a place Where coping illudes as release

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It's all been said and done If we aren't dying we're numb We should put down our guns Cause all we need is love Ignorance is queen The world is cold and mean And when I'm dead and gone You won't remember me Equality is all we yearn Conformity is all we've learned Convince ourselves that we still care Sing the same old song The tune that gives us hope Reminds us that we're ****** Anchor in the water Feet tied in the rope You're a good one of you strive And even better if you die We have faith you'll break the surface Just know that we're proud Humanity is worth it We all know you'll drown Remember you in honor Because you soldiered on Even though you're gone It's all been said and done History a struck match The future A broken record In between We still believe It just keeps getting better Honesty A ghost no one seems to see Denying all the signs Refusing to believe It's all been said before Recycled metaphors Intrigue you all with rhyme Sing the same old song That whisper in the wind Instilling you with purpose it's bestowed time and again Inside you lies the power to make that final change Slit there throats Or when there hearts I guess it's all the same Remember you were chosen We have faith you'll stand your ground So beautifully heroic when the same wind knocks you Down Remember me, Or don't. I'll exist again. Honesty's ghost A message in the wind

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC

Sand for Water

It's all been said and done If we aren't dying we're numb We should put down our guns Cause all we need is love Ignorance is queen The world is cold and mean And when I'm dead and gone You won't remember me Equality is all we yearn Conformity is all we've learned Convince ourselves that we still care Sing the same old song The tune that gives us hope Reminds us that we're ****** Anchor in the water Feet tied in the rope You're a good one of you strive And even better if you die We have faith you'll break the surface Just know that we're proud Humanity is worth it We all know you'll drown Remember you in honor Because you soldiered on Even though you're gone It's all been said and done History a struck match The future A broken record In between We still believe It just keeps getting better Honesty A ghost no one seems to see Denying all the signs Refusing to believe It's all been said before Recycled metaphors Intrigue you all with rhyme Sing the same old song That whisper in the wind Instilling you with purpose it's bestowed time and again Inside you lies the power to make that final change Slit there throats Or when there hearts I guess it's all the same Remember you were chosen We have faith you'll stand your ground So beautifully heroic when the same wind knocks you Down Remember me, Or don't. I'll exist again. Honesty's ghost A message in the wind

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In my mind I've lived and died Seen shores swallowed by the tides Waiting for you All along I knew you'd come Underneath familiar sun You were there Somewhere Maybe you never stopped to wonder If the stars that fill the sky your under Shine on me too Maybe you never stopped to think if the same winds that kissed your cheek Kiss mine too And Maybe you weren't waiting for me But I've been waiting for you

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC

Untitled

In my mind I've lived and died Seen shores swallowed by the tides Waiting for you All along I knew you'd come Underneath familiar sun You were there Somewhere Maybe you never stopped to wonder If the stars that fill the sky your under Shine on me too Maybe you never stopped to think if the same winds that kissed your cheek Kiss mine too And Maybe you weren't waiting for me But I've been waiting for you

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Restless tonight Strange The things exposed in absence of light My demons snarl Yet So do I A morbid pleasure I can't seem to hide To be so close To what I fear most And still possess the urge to smile And when day breaks the seams of night And allows the sun to bleed my eyes A glass blown glaze affects my sight A candy coax A paperweight Upon the desk Of time and fate But when night falls As it always does Reality crawls To oxidize my rust.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC

Static

Restless tonight Strange The things exposed in absence of light My demons snarl Yet So do I A morbid pleasure I can't seem to hide To be so close To what I fear most And still possess the urge to smile And when day breaks the seams of night And allows the sun to bleed my eyes A glass blown glaze affects my sight A candy coax A paperweight Upon the desk Of time and fate But when night falls As it always does Reality crawls To oxidize my rust.

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Tomorrow is the day I have imagined For nearly Two decades. I am almost two decades old. I never really pictured myself In the ruffled, black Window drape And Cardboard diamond. Standing with "all my friends" While everyone I love washes Me to my diploma with tears of Pride and joy. I pictured the end. Naive. Of course. But at six years old Everyone made high school Out to be Life And then life goes on Hiatus While we work our dream jobs Raise kids and Die. Ironic. It is always those preachers of " Practicality" Who make that dream A goal. Youth is idolized and coveted. But like the North Star It was Ignorance Who led me through the darkness Of my adolescence. Not beauty or Vitality. Blind Faith and Forced hope In all the Inevitable failures That would seemingly lead me Through a life time of Social experiments. Or as society prefers, "friendships." Ironic. As it was I was being tested More than I was testing. Tomorrow I will be graduating with 176 Cardboard diamonds And of most of them I only know Their names. Some led me to believe that they could sparkle But in the end Couldn't stomach the Entirety of a mine. So tomorrow we will be handed Paper telescopes Through which it is Advised To look towards our Futures. Cardboard diamonds will not look. They will wipe their brows. Flatten and restrict Their futures to a Five dollar plastic Frame And hang it on a wall as Eggshell or beige As the next 40 years of their Hiatus. Some led me to believe that they were pearls. But in the end Just couldn't bare the patience of Becoming. I am no cardboard diamond. But I am not quite a pearl. The day after tomorrow I will be the same Grain of sand That I have been For the past 18 years. And for this, I am truly Grateful.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC

Becoming

Tomorrow is the day I have imagined For nearly Two decades. I am almost two decades old. I never really pictured myself In the ruffled, black Window drape And Cardboard diamond. Standing with "all my friends" While everyone I love washes Me to my diploma with tears of Pride and joy. I pictured the end. Naive. Of course. But at six years old Everyone made high school Out to be Life And then life goes on Hiatus While we work our dream jobs Raise kids and Die. Ironic. It is always those preachers of " Practicality" Who make that dream A goal. Youth is idolized and coveted. But like the North Star It was Ignorance Who led me through the darkness Of my adolescence. Not beauty or Vitality. Blind Faith and Forced hope In all the Inevitable failures That would seemingly lead me Through a life time of Social experiments. Or as society prefers, "friendships." Ironic. As it was I was being tested More than I was testing. Tomorrow I will be graduating with 176 Cardboard diamonds And of most of them I only know Their names. Some led me to believe that they could sparkle But in the end Couldn't stomach the Entirety of a mine. So tomorrow we will be handed Paper telescopes Through which it is Advised To look towards our Futures. Cardboard diamonds will not look. They will wipe their brows. Flatten and restrict Their futures to a Five dollar plastic Frame And hang it on a wall as Eggshell or beige As the next 40 years of their Hiatus. Some led me to believe that they were pearls. But in the end Just couldn't bare the patience of Becoming. I am no cardboard diamond. But I am not quite a pearl. The day after tomorrow I will be the same Grain of sand That I have been For the past 18 years. And for this, I am truly Grateful.

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I remember the first time My heart felt Sick. Sick for someone else. Her face has faded from my Memory But not the feeling of my chest Hollowing For the first time. Every pulse spent with her Was like that of a fist Hitting the head of a drum from The inside. Or like sinking. A soft, crumbling Concave. Like fleeting footprints in The sand of a bad Dream. I suppose it was pity, mostly. Slumped with the stature of a Vulture. All crooked and Insecure. Of course my adolescence couldn't Identify With the terminology Of such a foreign Energy. She wasn't alarming. There was a subtleness to her. She was like creeping Quicksand. Only, I didn't know I was being drawn in Further Until the air became Thick To breath. She wasn't evil. There was a Timidity To her. She radiated Stagnancy. Something I had never Audienced before. She was like the only House One finds at the End Of a road long Forgotten By civilization and Laughter. Broken and splintered from the Weight Of buried burdens and Contraventions Of the white picket fenced American Dream. She was like the figure one Reluctantly Forms in the Dark And her Silence Was the comforting thought that Nothing Is ever really there. I know it's because of that Forced Reassurance That she oozed the Disregarded Desperation Of an Unsolved ****** The one tossed in a Box and thrown on a shelf. Overlooked. To think of it Now I can't help but wonder if The others saw her too.

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Aug 5, 2017

Aug 5, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC

Nostalgia

I remember the first time My heart felt Sick. Sick for someone else. Her face has faded from my Memory But not the feeling of my chest Hollowing For the first time. Every pulse spent with her Was like that of a fist Hitting the head of a drum from The inside. Or like sinking. A soft, crumbling Concave. Like fleeting footprints in The sand of a bad Dream. I suppose it was pity, mostly. Slumped with the stature of a Vulture. All crooked and Insecure. Of course my adolescence couldn't Identify With the terminology Of such a foreign Energy. She wasn't alarming. There was a subtleness to her. She was like creeping Quicksand. Only, I didn't know I was being drawn in Further Until the air became Thick To breath. She wasn't evil. There was a Timidity To her. She radiated Stagnancy. Something I had never Audienced before. She was like the only House One finds at the End Of a road long Forgotten By civilization and Laughter. Broken and splintered from the Weight Of buried burdens and Contraventions Of the white picket fenced American Dream. She was like the figure one Reluctantly Forms in the Dark And her Silence Was the comforting thought that Nothing Is ever really there. I know it's because of that Forced Reassurance That she oozed the Disregarded Desperation Of an Unsolved ****** The one tossed in a Box and thrown on a shelf. Overlooked. To think of it Now I can't help but wonder if The others saw her too.

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Time has shown my ignorance. How is it All my gold languishes in the Shadows of my own intentions Melting in the fire of my aspirations Only to flood the gutters of Redundancy . I might as well limit my oxygen To a plastic sack. Then again, I wouldn't be the first.

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Aug 5, 2017

Aug 5, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC

To You

Time has shown my ignorance. How is it All my gold languishes in the Shadows of my own intentions Melting in the fire of my aspirations Only to flood the gutters of Redundancy . I might as well limit my oxygen To a plastic sack. Then again, I wouldn't be the first.

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