FascinationStreet - Hello Poetry

I break down in the walk-in freezer at work, Like another piece of equipment that is just barely hanging on to life. Serving it’s intended purpose, Yet useless enough for everyone to let it know as much. I don’t want to be a gas range without a pilot light anymore, no. I no longer want to fizzle out after a long day of being used, Only to be lit up again when someone else wants fed.

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Nov 2, 2019

Nov 2, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC

Thoughts from a jaded chef

I break down in the walk-in freezer at work, Like another piece of equipment that is just barely hanging on to life. Serving it’s intended purpose, Yet useless enough for everyone to let it know as much. I don’t want to be a gas range without a pilot light anymore, no. I no longer want to fizzle out after a long day of being used, Only to be lit up again when someone else wants fed.

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I've never felt as alive as I do when I'm almost not. I can breathe a little better when I can barely breathe at all. I feel things correctly when I don't feel a thing. I lie to myself daily when the truth becomes too hard.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC

A white lie never hurt anyone but myself.

I've never felt as alive as I do when I'm almost not. I can breathe a little better when I can barely breathe at all. I feel things correctly when I don't feel a thing. I lie to myself daily when the truth becomes too hard.

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I don't think any of us are actually broken. That just wouldn't work. We are bent, and will continue to be. No matter how many times we set fire to ourselves, We will always be malleable.

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Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC

Untitled 1: 6/30/2019

I don't think any of us are actually broken. That just wouldn't work. We are bent, and will continue to be. No matter how many times we set fire to ourselves, We will always be malleable.

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Instead of adorning your walls with lavish gifts and hollow gestures, I left them as they were The most beautiful things aren't that way because of what we give to them They just are.

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC

Home.

Instead of adorning your walls with lavish gifts and hollow gestures, I left them as they were The most beautiful things aren't that way because of what we give to them They just are.

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Please be gentle, because I am frail If you're going to break me, I want it to count I want to be a million pieces of shattered glass blowing in the wind Spreading like the weeds you pluck from your garden every day So when you're walking barefoot through the green grass You may stub your toe and remember that I used to be more than just a thorn in your foot I used to be the mirror you looked into every morning, laughing because there's no one you would rather see across from yourself I was once a seed you planted in your mind You will let me grow with beauty and might And you will **** me out when I occupy too much of your space Like a **** in your garden, Please be brutal, so I can no longer be frail.

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC

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Please be gentle, because I am frail If you're going to break me, I want it to count I want to be a million pieces of shattered glass blowing in the wind Spreading like the weeds you pluck from your garden every day So when you're walking barefoot through the green grass You may stub your toe and remember that I used to be more than just a thorn in your foot I used to be the mirror you looked into every morning, laughing because there's no one you would rather see across from yourself I was once a seed you planted in your mind You will let me grow with beauty and might And you will **** me out when I occupy too much of your space Like a **** in your garden, Please be brutal, so I can no longer be frail.

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I carried boxes of burnt possessions from the tattered tavern walls Watched as you sat in silence, as if to anticipate the fall. I pieced your life together through ***** pictures and broken frames Joined the crowd as it approached just to lift up your name Through piles of wet clothes and these burnt tavern walls We have created love and hope, disaster being the cause I hope someone snapped a picture to look back at this day, Just a reminder of how fast this could all slip away.

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC

Wednesday, April 1st : In A Town Much Like My Own

I carried boxes of burnt possessions from the tattered tavern walls Watched as you sat in silence, as if to anticipate the fall. I pieced your life together through ***** pictures and broken frames Joined the crowd as it approached just to lift up your name Through piles of wet clothes and these burnt tavern walls We have created love and hope, disaster being the cause I hope someone snapped a picture to look back at this day, Just a reminder of how fast this could all slip away.

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I wrote your name like I was practicing my penmanship again Traced the curves of the letters like I was touching your skin Beads of sweat dotted the I’s, and I touched your face Finishing each word like you were the last thing I would taste.

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC

You Like Daisies Because They're Not Pretentious.

I wrote your name like I was practicing my penmanship again Traced the curves of the letters like I was touching your skin Beads of sweat dotted the I’s, and I touched your face Finishing each word like you were the last thing I would taste.

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It seems as of late the only warmth I can find is standing above the gas range of restaurant kitchens; sipping bourbon from broken pint glasses, inhaling life from a ***** filter.

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC

November 26, 2014: A Thought

It seems as of late the only warmth I can find is standing above the gas range of restaurant kitchens; sipping bourbon from broken pint glasses, inhaling life from a ***** filter.

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