Enoa505 - Hello Poetry

I drank her in With a cliche thirst Desperate I traced her ribs Fresh ink Our ancient tongue And a pair of winter eyes Answering All my loneliness . The morning is hers I dip inside Muffled yelps and Sleep-soaked pillows Borrowed time Granted by All her curiosity .

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC

Enoa505

P.

I drank her in With a cliche thirst Desperate I traced her ribs Fresh ink Our ancient tongue And a pair of winter eyes Answering All my loneliness . The morning is hers I dip inside Muffled yelps and Sleep-soaked pillows Borrowed time Granted by All her curiosity .

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All those rusty summer rains Could never erase the Senseless violence Of his mind And I tore through the country Dry but Pretending As if California never ruined me As if He was nothing but a Parenthesis Lurking in the corners Of all my broken sentences

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Oct 20, 2018

Oct 20, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC

Enoa505

He.

All those rusty summer rains Could never erase the Senseless violence Of his mind And I tore through the country Dry but Pretending As if California never ruined me As if He was nothing but a Parenthesis Lurking in the corners Of all my broken sentences

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She’s island light Seeping white Under my eyelids She’s all Aegean tides Rolling deep Between my thighs She’s salty breeze Breathing sweet Along my spine Only in the cruel winter nights She is Plain Pure Felicity.

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC

Enoa505

Felicity

She’s island light Seeping white Under my eyelids She’s all Aegean tides Rolling deep Between my thighs She’s salty breeze Breathing sweet Along my spine Only in the cruel winter nights She is Plain Pure Felicity.

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We let our summer dreams Soar drunk All mist and moan and Black honey skin The bare mess of those lusts A delirious goddess Beneath the sun Her gown the languid sea

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC

Enoa505

August

We let our summer dreams Soar drunk All mist and moan and Black honey skin The bare mess of those lusts A delirious goddess Beneath the sun Her gown the languid sea

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The underbelly of the beast Exposed Is just more context Tucked away In looser corners of a mind Void of lilac sunsets and Airport poetry And your belly Hollowed out through the hips By all those generic lovers Doesn’t need more fundamentals Only acid dreams of desert symmetry

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC

Enoa505

09.16

The underbelly of the beast Exposed Is just more context Tucked away In looser corners of a mind Void of lilac sunsets and Airport poetry And your belly Hollowed out through the hips By all those generic lovers Doesn’t need more fundamentals Only acid dreams of desert symmetry

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Buzz, beep Demanding glare of a flickering screen Hands rifle through pockets and purses Find validation in rigid thumbs Hands forgot to join in prayer last night But glide over a keyboard I woke feeling zero Turned to her blinking monitor eyes I heard her smile Nothing more than Morse code for Error four-oh-four I woke feeling one Huxleyan white noise Of pixels impregnated with the passions of the ignorant Feel me But do not touch me For I am no different than those fools Making love to the Device Half-hearted And I can’t help but wonder Why I’m even attempting Poetry In a world that cannot read its own digital tongue

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Dec 8, 2016

Dec 8, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC

Enoa505

Binary Blues

Buzz, beep Demanding glare of a flickering screen Hands rifle through pockets and purses Find validation in rigid thumbs Hands forgot to join in prayer last night But glide over a keyboard I woke feeling zero Turned to her blinking monitor eyes I heard her smile Nothing more than Morse code for Error four-oh-four I woke feeling one Huxleyan white noise Of pixels impregnated with the passions of the ignorant Feel me But do not touch me For I am no different than those fools Making love to the Device Half-hearted And I can’t help but wonder Why I’m even attempting Poetry In a world that cannot read its own digital tongue

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