AnthonyCaceres - Hello Poetry

Endless commodification of feelings Ads, media, envy, peeling and tearing Lives and deaths, nothing truly genuine No escape not even if I put a pen on it There is nothing, absolutely nothing Not a word or people talking Not a soul Not a soul Not a soul found in our new zeitgeist! No new soul to protect us in our new life!

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Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC

No Hope

Endless commodification of feelings Ads, media, envy, peeling and tearing Lives and deaths, nothing truly genuine No escape not even if I put a pen on it There is nothing, absolutely nothing Not a word or people talking Not a soul Not a soul Not a soul found in our new zeitgeist! No new soul to protect us in our new life!

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I'm tired, my mind is withering away My hands convulse in confusion when I touch the keyboard I'm not a writer, nor a lover Just a simple man, with a simple mind Realizations came about, once I departed Poetry just wasn't for me and neither were you.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC

Goodbye

I'm tired, my mind is withering away My hands convulse in confusion when I touch the keyboard I'm not a writer, nor a lover Just a simple man, with a simple mind Realizations came about, once I departed Poetry just wasn't for me and neither were you.

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Covered in tick,tacks and apple sauce, forgetting juice boxes and blasting songs, flaming ashes flying up my nose. The smoke envelopes, dreams of a girl with short hair inhales my vision like the ******* on the dash board, or the gas we breath. I'm falling in love, I'm covered by pollen, I'm dying for love, I'm covering pollen. Short breaths and small asthma attacks in the back. The heat from the front seat leaving me charred. Your smiling face on the pavement as I lay next. I finally understand

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC

Dryving

Covered in tick,tacks and apple sauce, forgetting juice boxes and blasting songs, flaming ashes flying up my nose. The smoke envelopes, dreams of a girl with short hair inhales my vision like the ******* on the dash board, or the gas we breath. I'm falling in love, I'm covered by pollen, I'm dying for love, I'm covering pollen. Short breaths and small asthma attacks in the back. The heat from the front seat leaving me charred. Your smiling face on the pavement as I lay next. I finally understand

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Vaya Con Dios, she said as she walked off, into the foggy abyss. I return to my position on the stage and pick up my saxophone Everyone in shock and awe at the argument that just took place. A mother crying out in fear A body laying on the floor; lifeless Whats worst than losing a son. My mind in the skies I cry into my saxophone As its slowly drowned out by the sirens I think to myself, don’t worry my darling; I will be with him shortly I pull out my gun at the end of my solo. The gun that the second I bought, it was predestined “Don’t worry my darling”

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC

Vaya Con Dios

Vaya Con Dios, she said as she walked off, into the foggy abyss. I return to my position on the stage and pick up my saxophone Everyone in shock and awe at the argument that just took place. A mother crying out in fear A body laying on the floor; lifeless Whats worst than losing a son. My mind in the skies I cry into my saxophone As its slowly drowned out by the sirens I think to myself, don’t worry my darling; I will be with him shortly I pull out my gun at the end of my solo. The gun that the second I bought, it was predestined “Don’t worry my darling”

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With the lick of a lollipop, you gain my affection. Forgetting everything, but the saxophone in the corner, possibly the stares will stay. winter is around the corner or was it spring? I can’t remember, my mind is filled with pop rocks and soda. Stars burst as you laugh, creating juicy flavours that spill out over the world. Allowing people to laugh and cry. Jolly ranchers, farming for the last echo of your laughter. I imagine the juicy fruits crying out of joy as they pull them out of the ground and pick them from the vines. I can’t stop caring I can’t stop enjoying my time staring. Its who I am. I obsess over ones I can’t have. Its my curse. Black liquorice, filled with the dark liquor. My mind wrapped up, twizzler. I’m attracted to ones that are a shelf above me. I’m a yellow star burst, thrown into a bowl of rejected m&ms; and skittles. Your candy flavoured lips covered in bright sugar and harden sprinkles. How many small glances does it take to get to the center of your heart. Stuck in the centre of my tootsie pop,beating on the glass made of pre chewed gum. I can’t see where I’m going. Getting my hands stuck. Replicating what you gave me the first time we met. I filled my empty stomach with sweets. Not so sweet now that I think about it. 40 winks and telephone calls, Small glances and hard gum balls. My obsession will be the end of me. From the chosen one to the brunette, to the lesbian. I’m stuck in an endless cycle of headaches and sick stomachs. All this candy wasn’t good for me.

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC

Candy Flavoured Lips

With the lick of a lollipop, you gain my affection. Forgetting everything, but the saxophone in the corner, possibly the stares will stay. winter is around the corner or was it spring? I can’t remember, my mind is filled with pop rocks and soda. Stars burst as you laugh, creating juicy flavours that spill out over the world. Allowing people to laugh and cry. Jolly ranchers, farming for the last echo of your laughter. I imagine the juicy fruits crying out of joy as they pull them out of the ground and pick them from the vines. I can’t stop caring I can’t stop enjoying my time staring. Its who I am. I obsess over ones I can’t have. Its my curse. Black liquorice, filled with the dark liquor. My mind wrapped up, twizzler. I’m attracted to ones that are a shelf above me. I’m a yellow star burst, thrown into a bowl of rejected m&ms; and skittles. Your candy flavoured lips covered in bright sugar and harden sprinkles. How many small glances does it take to get to the center of your heart. Stuck in the centre of my tootsie pop,beating on the glass made of pre chewed gum. I can’t see where I’m going. Getting my hands stuck. Replicating what you gave me the first time we met. I filled my empty stomach with sweets. Not so sweet now that I think about it. 40 winks and telephone calls, Small glances and hard gum balls. My obsession will be the end of me. From the chosen one to the brunette, to the lesbian. I’m stuck in an endless cycle of headaches and sick stomachs. All this candy wasn’t good for me.

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By Anthony Caceres Produced By Mariol Struga The Biggest answer to the biggest question Why? Why not?

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC

Why?

By Anthony Caceres Produced By Mariol Struga The Biggest answer to the biggest question Why? Why not?

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Tokyo By Anthony Caceres Flashing lights, Flashing people Blurs of the past come to haunt Blurs of the present come to taunt Blurs of the future come to flaunt Sitting here by the bus stop Watching people fly by like the airplanes above Everybody set their bodies to fast forward While I’m rewinding as slow as I can Reading the latest manga as I get ****** into the lights Like some late night ramen I feel like I can walk on air A skywalker I can’t escape the death walkers I know But I can slow them down, to a point With a late night text and the horns of rampaging cars Busses and Bikes Awkward mannerisms and long hikes Tokyo is far away But as long as your still here with me Tokyo will forever stay

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

Tokyo

Tokyo By Anthony Caceres Flashing lights, Flashing people Blurs of the past come to haunt Blurs of the present come to taunt Blurs of the future come to flaunt Sitting here by the bus stop Watching people fly by like the airplanes above Everybody set their bodies to fast forward While I’m rewinding as slow as I can Reading the latest manga as I get ****** into the lights Like some late night ramen I feel like I can walk on air A skywalker I can’t escape the death walkers I know But I can slow them down, to a point With a late night text and the horns of rampaging cars Busses and Bikes Awkward mannerisms and long hikes Tokyo is far away But as long as your still here with me Tokyo will forever stay

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We all want it Something so magnificent So many of the songs on the radio Waiting to be married to you Giving people the blues Making peoples smiles reappear whenever your near The rush of dopamine when they catch eyes Cupid you sly little one Filling those arrows with a magnificent powder Shinier than gold Making people melt into chowder Finding someone from which to grow old Magnificent ain’t it Cupid agrees You can’t count How many times he’s shot those arrows From young to old Male or Female I'm going point out the obvious Love is inescapable So stop running you fool Or else you’ll end up like all the others In love with love

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC

Arrows

We all want it Something so magnificent So many of the songs on the radio Waiting to be married to you Giving people the blues Making peoples smiles reappear whenever your near The rush of dopamine when they catch eyes Cupid you sly little one Filling those arrows with a magnificent powder Shinier than gold Making people melt into chowder Finding someone from which to grow old Magnificent ain’t it Cupid agrees You can’t count How many times he’s shot those arrows From young to old Male or Female I'm going point out the obvious Love is inescapable So stop running you fool Or else you’ll end up like all the others In love with love

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Now I understand The sand crawling through our toes with this land of grain and wonder and the endless aquatic temple thats too deep to enter The smoke blurs my vision It dresses my eyes with your beauty Land of craziness Land of wind and sails The Palm trees waving around The Palms of our hands never letting go I’m not in love with you I’m in love with the feeling I’m in love with the atmosphere The way you dress my eyes We just met, but my mind stomps around with ideas Ideas of beaches, love, hands, everything that shows happiness and fondness Driving down beverly hills with the sun setting in the background of an awe inspiring painting Lips, skin, life, death, 2 weeks of happiness before I go The sun can set as long as we can stay here The sun can go anywhere it wants, I will find you again So the sun can finally, get up from its hibernation and be back in the sky.

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC

Sundress

Now I understand The sand crawling through our toes with this land of grain and wonder and the endless aquatic temple thats too deep to enter The smoke blurs my vision It dresses my eyes with your beauty Land of craziness Land of wind and sails The Palm trees waving around The Palms of our hands never letting go I’m not in love with you I’m in love with the feeling I’m in love with the atmosphere The way you dress my eyes We just met, but my mind stomps around with ideas Ideas of beaches, love, hands, everything that shows happiness and fondness Driving down beverly hills with the sun setting in the background of an awe inspiring painting Lips, skin, life, death, 2 weeks of happiness before I go The sun can set as long as we can stay here The sun can go anywhere it wants, I will find you again So the sun can finally, get up from its hibernation and be back in the sky.

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1,2,3,4, I count sheep; lying down on this cold pillow. Staring into darkness The black abyss staring back laughing Reflecting my own self conscience. 5,6,7,8 more sheep pass by my eye lids The wool falling off their bodies towards the doors that lead in to my sub conscience Where my mind runs rampant with thoughts That leave the wool ineffective That keeps me from entering a safe haven 9,10,11,12 This herd of sheep are wasting their time I can’t live with out something so sublime My love, My hate, My depression, My attraction All pointed towards you I get up and scream towards the sheep I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd just leave me be 13,14,16,17 Why couldn’t you stay You stranded me at bay I can’t enter the bomb shelter with out closing my eyes I can’t close my eyes with out you I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I won’t 18, 19, 20 black sheep cross the roof of my eyes as I sit here on the edge of my bed This bed is a comparison a comparison to my sanity The one that was already fragile The one you already broke 21…22…23..24…26…27…28….29….30

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC

And Counting (Insomnia)

1,2,3,4, I count sheep; lying down on this cold pillow. Staring into darkness The black abyss staring back laughing Reflecting my own self conscience. 5,6,7,8 more sheep pass by my eye lids The wool falling off their bodies towards the doors that lead in to my sub conscience Where my mind runs rampant with thoughts That leave the wool ineffective That keeps me from entering a safe haven 9,10,11,12 This herd of sheep are wasting their time I can’t live with out something so sublime My love, My hate, My depression, My attraction All pointed towards you I get up and scream towards the sheep I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd I’m not your shepherd just leave me be 13,14,16,17 Why couldn’t you stay You stranded me at bay I can’t enter the bomb shelter with out closing my eyes I can’t close my eyes with out you I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I won’t 18, 19, 20 black sheep cross the roof of my eyes as I sit here on the edge of my bed This bed is a comparison a comparison to my sanity The one that was already fragile The one you already broke 21…22…23..24…26…27…28….29….30

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