Dented-Head-Poet - Hello Poetry

building hammocks from dimming lights indulgence sipping cyanide dripping through fissures made from the lies broken ties internalized a shadow ego mind till cocktails full of chloride pour over laughing ID animus swindling suicide please forgive just let up I'll cave in these serotonin little souls down measured holes told pleasured sin is not for him so they go psychoanalysis is just paralysis tepid palsy in choices screams shattering thin facade neurons raptured to their god bones and skin left behind in ruptured mask jades of husk dusk escapes into the sun leaving me just alone no darkened sheets retreats of mind is adjourned I'm on the verge can I return please return

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC

The Thin Line to Sorrow

building hammocks from dimming lights indulgence sipping cyanide dripping through fissures made from the lies broken ties internalized a shadow ego mind till cocktails full of chloride pour over laughing ID animus swindling suicide please forgive just let up I'll cave in these serotonin little souls down measured holes told pleasured sin is not for him so they go psychoanalysis is just paralysis tepid palsy in choices screams shattering thin facade neurons raptured to their god bones and skin left behind in ruptured mask jades of husk dusk escapes into the sun leaving me just alone no darkened sheets retreats of mind is adjourned I'm on the verge can I return please return

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thirteen years old was first the words hidden in my teeth were seen on window pane bone shattered spelled primal utterance KNOW carved in disillusioned groans foreshadowing of roads lain ahead on tracks strewn in leather bootstraps a brother hears his leg snap THAT like screeching eagles the reading is clearer with age, comprehension improves parallel to sorrow the price of silence whispers FREEDOM IS woven in slow rips of pyche's shawl the mind shouts why don't you pay but first my molar splits in two, shrieking the rot has set in hands firmly grasps the bottoms of boots gravity laughs in chorus of unpayable premiums pulling harder tills my foot In trenches of mud uncovered in the earth spells a solemn word BOUGHT written from fossils of my teeth

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC

The Letters In My Teeth

thirteen years old was first the words hidden in my teeth were seen on window pane bone shattered spelled primal utterance KNOW carved in disillusioned groans foreshadowing of roads lain ahead on tracks strewn in leather bootstraps a brother hears his leg snap THAT like screeching eagles the reading is clearer with age, comprehension improves parallel to sorrow the price of silence whispers FREEDOM IS woven in slow rips of pyche's shawl the mind shouts why don't you pay but first my molar splits in two, shrieking the rot has set in hands firmly grasps the bottoms of boots gravity laughs in chorus of unpayable premiums pulling harder tills my foot In trenches of mud uncovered in the earth spells a solemn word BOUGHT written from fossils of my teeth

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beads of salt and sweat edge the Cuban sandwich zest from the tip of my tongue flavors of my own theme song echo in my throat I'm merry ******* footfalls on hot concrete snares and the groans swinging between my thighs take lead singing cat whistles along Main Street snakes will be snakes and tight cotton shirts is asking for venom vial shots don't worry though those are my brother's loosened trousers I'm a sweet gardener I hold doors open and voted for Hillary I'm blinding reflection standing over the hill but don't shake my thoughts with your pepper singed howls cleaning you up messes my stride dress like a lady and monsters look for prettier things oil stains dripping through the elbows of my shirt writes working man sonnets across noir alley doorways named Touch But Don't Tell keep quite and use the suggestion box and don't blame me for chromosomes genetic randomness isn't my fault biochemical cocktails don't drown babies you just fill your bathtub with them why do you need life jackets to fill my shirts empty your oil can and get a promotion so you can buy your own I'm tattered sheets stuffed over hotel window rails you're a frail damsel selling dreams I won't buy, I peep keyholes save digital copies and call the cops stop screaming and let me save you your fingers compress a sweaty glock rioting my stomach your tones too ******* loud remember I loaded the bullets so at least credit me the shot beads of blood and sweat whisper cat o' nines tails see I'm your martyr but only on favor street.

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC

Switchblade Named Chivalry

beads of salt and sweat edge the Cuban sandwich zest from the tip of my tongue flavors of my own theme song echo in my throat I'm merry ******* footfalls on hot concrete snares and the groans swinging between my thighs take lead singing cat whistles along Main Street snakes will be snakes and tight cotton shirts is asking for venom vial shots don't worry though those are my brother's loosened trousers I'm a sweet gardener I hold doors open and voted for Hillary I'm blinding reflection standing over the hill but don't shake my thoughts with your pepper singed howls cleaning you up messes my stride dress like a lady and monsters look for prettier things oil stains dripping through the elbows of my shirt writes working man sonnets across noir alley doorways named Touch But Don't Tell keep quite and use the suggestion box and don't blame me for chromosomes genetic randomness isn't my fault biochemical cocktails don't drown babies you just fill your bathtub with them why do you need life jackets to fill my shirts empty your oil can and get a promotion so you can buy your own I'm tattered sheets stuffed over hotel window rails you're a frail damsel selling dreams I won't buy, I peep keyholes save digital copies and call the cops stop screaming and let me save you your fingers compress a sweaty glock rioting my stomach your tones too ******* loud remember I loaded the bullets so at least credit me the shot beads of blood and sweat whisper cat o' nines tails see I'm your martyr but only on favor street.

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where is me upon ash and dust shall the rain collide so tell me, who remains drowning in faint whispering of the syntax? bracing the brackets of the mind? buried in dust of bone? why the frail psyche bound to collapse? no me is not here humans are simple their composition seemingly far too elegant, a dash of this pinch of that, presto! that be a man there, no? pack me up, carry me in your knapsack it seems I'm little more than a midday picnic

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC

I've Lost My Eye, Can't You See

where is me upon ash and dust shall the rain collide so tell me, who remains drowning in faint whispering of the syntax? bracing the brackets of the mind? buried in dust of bone? why the frail psyche bound to collapse? no me is not here humans are simple their composition seemingly far too elegant, a dash of this pinch of that, presto! that be a man there, no? pack me up, carry me in your knapsack it seems I'm little more than a midday picnic

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I hold this door handle I've held it for time unwound across its way I turn left or I turn right in fact I do both these truths have held future's hands in pair and through each second's splintering gate myself divides I turn left and I turn right I hold this door handle I've held it for time unwound

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC

Pocket Full of Keys

I hold this door handle I've held it for time unwound across its way I turn left or I turn right in fact I do both these truths have held future's hands in pair and through each second's splintering gate myself divides I turn left and I turn right I hold this door handle I've held it for time unwound

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let’s blur truth behind our forest of strings teased by blocks, and below they dance these real boy nows clap for the show say your lines sing like me I’m your queen baubles like pebbles shine my fingers please watch the firewood gambol **** the harvest, so languid shape your hips just like me oh they'll swoon just for you please dance for the show marionette toy! oh sing these strings up high what ballet they pull take a try no my turn now pull the garrotes you're kindling to us

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC

Dry Bone Fire

let’s blur truth behind our forest of strings teased by blocks, and below they dance these real boy nows clap for the show say your lines sing like me I’m your queen baubles like pebbles shine my fingers please watch the firewood gambol **** the harvest, so languid shape your hips just like me oh they'll swoon just for you please dance for the show marionette toy! oh sing these strings up high what ballet they pull take a try no my turn now pull the garrotes you're kindling to us

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since you don't know me here's something to help I leave wood splinters in my hands so I can brag about not crying when I clench my first manly, yes I know because you told me the scales slithering through my spinal cord tell me many things like when you bit my long hair and said it was gay I spent years dislodging your teeth but I think I learned my lesson build cradles from rusted nails sew them to your skin so you never have to leave I forgot the next lesson though and was caught swallowing pencil shavings sneers rattle from the tail in my ribcage hissing that I'm too skinny to be a boy the jokes hard to get at first so I l graffitied the punchline on my mirror my heartchambers gasping for breath is the sound they make from draining blood for gun powder a strong proverb really I'm glad I learned how to blow up ghost sailing to my head now my shadow walks to the store for me because I'm still learning how to crawl on my belly

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC

The Art of Manliness

since you don't know me here's something to help I leave wood splinters in my hands so I can brag about not crying when I clench my first manly, yes I know because you told me the scales slithering through my spinal cord tell me many things like when you bit my long hair and said it was gay I spent years dislodging your teeth but I think I learned my lesson build cradles from rusted nails sew them to your skin so you never have to leave I forgot the next lesson though and was caught swallowing pencil shavings sneers rattle from the tail in my ribcage hissing that I'm too skinny to be a boy the jokes hard to get at first so I l graffitied the punchline on my mirror my heartchambers gasping for breath is the sound they make from draining blood for gun powder a strong proverb really I'm glad I learned how to blow up ghost sailing to my head now my shadow walks to the store for me because I'm still learning how to crawl on my belly

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The water tries to spell happy my brain yells fuck that row up the stream God it’s all so blue! wait no It’s nothing cause it's all breaths of tiny explosions and everybody dies! just pixel cells and carbon or some **** like that a great green north shouting hymns to quite a rumbling mind but all the quite is too much sound the beautiful green trees and little blue ponds! make the sounds click postcard paint it on my face hey I’m happy! wait no rustles of wind are just the gas chambers hissing on those two oxygen ***** are professional arsonist wearing mask that say fertilizer salesman you breath in life I burn inside out millimeter by millimeter until a tree grows out of my head we all die but what if we don’t It’s all real till it’s synthesized I'm symphonies inferno until I'm part of the choir

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC

The Symphony of a Thousand Trees

The water tries to spell happy my brain yells fuck that row up the stream God it’s all so blue! wait no It’s nothing cause it's all breaths of tiny explosions and everybody dies! just pixel cells and carbon or some **** like that a great green north shouting hymns to quite a rumbling mind but all the quite is too much sound the beautiful green trees and little blue ponds! make the sounds click postcard paint it on my face hey I’m happy! wait no rustles of wind are just the gas chambers hissing on those two oxygen ***** are professional arsonist wearing mask that say fertilizer salesman you breath in life I burn inside out millimeter by millimeter until a tree grows out of my head we all die but what if we don’t It’s all real till it’s synthesized I'm symphonies inferno until I'm part of the choir

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looking around looking in through eyes cast left searching my serpentine luxury has envenomed my origin when in me you find only proxy look to digitized surrogates starring back be only the husk simply faded synapse a broken discord we've aligned the margins counted the drops standardized the primal resolved to the order are we what docile agents we've become servants to our own magistrate who euthanize our inhibitions freedom can't live in this ritual freedom can't survive ordinance I killed my own dreams for I can't find free from these prosaic walls hey hey I forgot how to imagine

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC

Trees Ain’t My Friends No More

looking around looking in through eyes cast left searching my serpentine luxury has envenomed my origin when in me you find only proxy look to digitized surrogates starring back be only the husk simply faded synapse a broken discord we've aligned the margins counted the drops standardized the primal resolved to the order are we what docile agents we've become servants to our own magistrate who euthanize our inhibitions freedom can't live in this ritual freedom can't survive ordinance I killed my own dreams for I can't find free from these prosaic walls hey hey I forgot how to imagine

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Singers sing they couldn't live Without You, I'd tear though heaven to bring you back. Adam ripped through the skin for Eve, I'd ask for the whole bushel. They sing for the girl in the song, I tell em’ they can’t have ya.

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May 10, 2020

May 10, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC

The Girl in the Song

Singers sing they couldn't live Without You, I'd tear though heaven to bring you back. Adam ripped through the skin for Eve, I'd ask for the whole bushel. They sing for the girl in the song, I tell em’ they can’t have ya.

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