Fimfivver - Hello Poetry

I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat Strapped to a bed Hole in your chest I still can't get in The distance between us is like time Infinite and infinitesimal Inches to kilometers Miles to centimeters I can feel your warmth from Pluto Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet Lost in space Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide When i find you and feel your gravity I worry that atrophy will fill my knees Collapsing from the weariness of my quest El Dorado's Golden Road Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth Suzie's Fourth Floor Room

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC

Fimfivver

I Climb Buildings Really Well

I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat Strapped to a bed Hole in your chest I still can't get in The distance between us is like time Infinite and infinitesimal Inches to kilometers Miles to centimeters I can feel your warmth from Pluto Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet Lost in space Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide When i find you and feel your gravity I worry that atrophy will fill my knees Collapsing from the weariness of my quest El Dorado's Golden Road Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth Suzie's Fourth Floor Room

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I am the fourth wheel on a tricycle Or one of the inside tires on a semi Completely blown Never effecting the load Always alone Surrounded by people who like it that way I put entirely to much into friendships All of myself Worth as much as my convenience This is normal? I'm abnormal I love people for the burdens they bring Disregarding self-interest on a whim A red tea cup standing in front of a bull in the china shop Equal parts bravery and fragility Born to break They put me in armour twice my weight and send me to face the giant To die second Welp, **** it's coming for us all Living and perishing in each breath To tell the truth It probably should be me No superhero No martyr No sacrificial goat The greatest common factor A purpose Long since out If I'm neither coming nor going I should probably disappear Ghost runner tagged out stealing home Gallops through the umpire Arms stretched outwards toward victory Winning the game!"

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC

Fimfivver

Young Frye, Stop Feeling Sorry For Yourself

I am the fourth wheel on a tricycle Or one of the inside tires on a semi Completely blown Never effecting the load Always alone Surrounded by people who like it that way I put entirely to much into friendships All of myself Worth as much as my convenience This is normal? I'm abnormal I love people for the burdens they bring Disregarding self-interest on a whim A red tea cup standing in front of a bull in the china shop Equal parts bravery and fragility Born to break They put me in armour twice my weight and send me to face the giant To die second Welp, **** it's coming for us all Living and perishing in each breath To tell the truth It probably should be me No superhero No martyr No sacrificial goat The greatest common factor A purpose Long since out If I'm neither coming nor going I should probably disappear Ghost runner tagged out stealing home Gallops through the umpire Arms stretched outwards toward victory Winning the game!"

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A game of Questions and Answers -A Challenge- Are you clever enough to care; inquisitive for virtue's sake? It's your opinion that you are easy Every problem a solution Every cause an effect Maybe I'm simple, but you make me think A way to be happy and whole Rarely do the two coincidence Suddenly you collided into me Like waking from a stare A shocking smack sensation Choking on my own breath Held upside down and forced to live To tell truth, I always knew it was there Color fantastic, vibrance that my infant eyes could not see To tell the truth, I saw brilliance in the gray Until you gave cones to my rods A placid plane beautiful Sensory compulsion Falling back; sinking into the mold Gitty anticipation as the warm resin encapsulates my nose Breathing underwater What a relief? Compared to drowning on dry land I have never been one for dreaming, but you poke glowing pegs through the black construction paper of my mind Depicting what could be Pictogram prophecies I lean on you like philosophy Propping my prospects of prosperity on you This is unfair This leads to disillusionment The frailty of faith's lazy complacency Shepherding you a scapegoat; to the next pasture scheduled for herbicide So blatant yet with holding The function to the utopian equation I'm scared to present you with my data I mean who wouldn't be Like attempting to converse with the divine My head may explode with unworthiness A canvas cadaver At least i know you are into splatter art

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC

Fimfivver

You Are Like Philosophy

A game of Questions and Answers -A Challenge- Are you clever enough to care; inquisitive for virtue's sake? It's your opinion that you are easy Every problem a solution Every cause an effect Maybe I'm simple, but you make me think A way to be happy and whole Rarely do the two coincidence Suddenly you collided into me Like waking from a stare A shocking smack sensation Choking on my own breath Held upside down and forced to live To tell truth, I always knew it was there Color fantastic, vibrance that my infant eyes could not see To tell the truth, I saw brilliance in the gray Until you gave cones to my rods A placid plane beautiful Sensory compulsion Falling back; sinking into the mold Gitty anticipation as the warm resin encapsulates my nose Breathing underwater What a relief? Compared to drowning on dry land I have never been one for dreaming, but you poke glowing pegs through the black construction paper of my mind Depicting what could be Pictogram prophecies I lean on you like philosophy Propping my prospects of prosperity on you This is unfair This leads to disillusionment The frailty of faith's lazy complacency Shepherding you a scapegoat; to the next pasture scheduled for herbicide So blatant yet with holding The function to the utopian equation I'm scared to present you with my data I mean who wouldn't be Like attempting to converse with the divine My head may explode with unworthiness A canvas cadaver At least i know you are into splatter art

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Wait one ******* minute... Okay, I'm one of those okie doke mother ******* huh? Waddling and quaking right in to your pitiful rouse Marksmen can make targets out of anything Cans, bottles, fools On the ground On a fence Hurled towards oblivion Pull! Hope fills the beacon as it crests the ascension Notions of survival fashioned in a free fall -Similar Sensibilities- Gems sought out in dirt clods Friends amongst fiends Love's Gemini; Lust Truthfulness in desire Falicy gives the sustance of Chinese food Gorging to the brink of gastric obliteration Satisfaction meets it's pinnacle Where does the mountaineer go when peaks become plateaus? You will come down too Soon enough you will come down - The Simplest Adages- Up is one half of a cycle that controls us all Every dog has it's day Every birthday suite; a funeral tuxedo Remember to smile big It's the only chance you have to win Happy victims Mercilessness's only weakness Clay pigeons with guts grinning

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC

Fimfivver

You Think This Is A Game?

Wait one ******* minute... Okay, I'm one of those okie doke mother ******* huh? Waddling and quaking right in to your pitiful rouse Marksmen can make targets out of anything Cans, bottles, fools On the ground On a fence Hurled towards oblivion Pull! Hope fills the beacon as it crests the ascension Notions of survival fashioned in a free fall -Similar Sensibilities- Gems sought out in dirt clods Friends amongst fiends Love's Gemini; Lust Truthfulness in desire Falicy gives the sustance of Chinese food Gorging to the brink of gastric obliteration Satisfaction meets it's pinnacle Where does the mountaineer go when peaks become plateaus? You will come down too Soon enough you will come down - The Simplest Adages- Up is one half of a cycle that controls us all Every dog has it's day Every birthday suite; a funeral tuxedo Remember to smile big It's the only chance you have to win Happy victims Mercilessness's only weakness Clay pigeons with guts grinning

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It's easy to not get high locked in a room But how do you get over being locked in a room To have a life, I can not live I could not do them; if they didn't exist But they are everywhere They look for me I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door Not little whispers ******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding They aren't though If they did They might take me seriously I'm one train werk away from "It was so obvious"

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC

Fimfivver

My Name Is Bryant, And I Like To Party

It's easy to not get high locked in a room But how do you get over being locked in a room To have a life, I can not live I could not do them; if they didn't exist But they are everywhere They look for me I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door Not little whispers ******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding They aren't though If they did They might take me seriously I'm one train werk away from "It was so obvious"

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Grid scored on my back Clove bulbs spiked, superficially clinging with determination of sand spurs I'm a ham Served whole Sweating, secreting succulent indifference Life's teeth glint and catch the middle of my iris Shhh... Can you see them? Clinch your soul's curtains Barricade the shutters of your mind Allow yourself to be overcome with paradise personified Now tell me, do you see? Bunnies sprinting through great green rolling hills Hind-quarters thumping Leather pads attempting to flatten the horizon ***** daydreams Lamenting desire's demented delusions Same in the end Bullet driving fantasy Bursting free Exploding back to front The calamity of innocence Mercy sprays into the air Atomizing as it descends Defining invisibility's mass I could never pull the trigger Even if to preserve my own breath A coward's concession Self-sacrifice in spite of shame That's the way things go Quality of life is contingent on what can't be remembered Why is it so hard to forget Happy time granules have fallen Slightly off color Completely missed placed in this miserable sand box

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC

Fimfivver

Happy ******* Thanksgiving

Grid scored on my back Clove bulbs spiked, superficially clinging with determination of sand spurs I'm a ham Served whole Sweating, secreting succulent indifference Life's teeth glint and catch the middle of my iris Shhh... Can you see them? Clinch your soul's curtains Barricade the shutters of your mind Allow yourself to be overcome with paradise personified Now tell me, do you see? Bunnies sprinting through great green rolling hills Hind-quarters thumping Leather pads attempting to flatten the horizon ***** daydreams Lamenting desire's demented delusions Same in the end Bullet driving fantasy Bursting free Exploding back to front The calamity of innocence Mercy sprays into the air Atomizing as it descends Defining invisibility's mass I could never pull the trigger Even if to preserve my own breath A coward's concession Self-sacrifice in spite of shame That's the way things go Quality of life is contingent on what can't be remembered Why is it so hard to forget Happy time granules have fallen Slightly off color Completely missed placed in this miserable sand box

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"Brother, Brother, Brother" Titles passed out like Gestapo badges Pinning loyalty's bronze shield to their chest Shaking hands at the elbow In the same motion bring them to my chest Embracing them; as I would expect to be clutched after an extended absence Bone meal nearly being rendered from the pressure between the plates of our breast Troupe before all; dedication documented Truth is only given to those close to the heart of the honest Propaganda; lies served warm and edible from the perimeter of our inter Sanctum Real to real projectors flickering silent motion pictures of hoaxed heroism Repeat double features; free all day matinees I'm sitting outside without a ticket.?

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC

Fimfivver

SlickQuite

"Brother, Brother, Brother" Titles passed out like Gestapo badges Pinning loyalty's bronze shield to their chest Shaking hands at the elbow In the same motion bring them to my chest Embracing them; as I would expect to be clutched after an extended absence Bone meal nearly being rendered from the pressure between the plates of our breast Troupe before all; dedication documented Truth is only given to those close to the heart of the honest Propaganda; lies served warm and edible from the perimeter of our inter Sanctum Real to real projectors flickering silent motion pictures of hoaxed heroism Repeat double features; free all day matinees I'm sitting outside without a ticket.?

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When you swim in the bay, you must watch out for sharks Or red tide Or all the **** that aims to feed on you Please be sure to know Everybody hates you When all they care about is themselves They hate themselves I hate myself For my rejection of the notion of innate evilness No! Way back in the way when They were innocent Much like myself You only find yourself in the consul of thives when you have fenced all your purest possessions Your soul Brings in the value of a pund of flesh Cut me Cleave my meat Sadly you will see It takes a lot of salt to dry the bitterness out of me

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC

Fimfivver

Drunk in Pinellas Park

When you swim in the bay, you must watch out for sharks Or red tide Or all the **** that aims to feed on you Please be sure to know Everybody hates you When all they care about is themselves They hate themselves I hate myself For my rejection of the notion of innate evilness No! Way back in the way when They were innocent Much like myself You only find yourself in the consul of thives when you have fenced all your purest possessions Your soul Brings in the value of a pund of flesh Cut me Cleave my meat Sadly you will see It takes a lot of salt to dry the bitterness out of me

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Starved angel Crippled wings Snared in freedom's strings Heaven born Luckless lady locked in Limbo's scorn Tell me girl, do you hear the Rapture's triumphant horn? Calling you to remove all your trifles and thorns Golden essence Pouring from the piercings in your gaunt gourd Reversing the process of pruning Glory fills you cheeks and fancy floats beneath your feet Always perfect No longer meek

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC

Fimfivver

Street Stacy Saved

Starved angel Crippled wings Snared in freedom's strings Heaven born Luckless lady locked in Limbo's scorn Tell me girl, do you hear the Rapture's triumphant horn? Calling you to remove all your trifles and thorns Golden essence Pouring from the piercings in your gaunt gourd Reversing the process of pruning Glory fills you cheeks and fancy floats beneath your feet Always perfect No longer meek

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I want to write you poems and bury you flowers Put acetone in the foundation of all the pretty girls you envy Dismantle every claim to beauty besides your own Clip the wings of your insecurities and plant raspberries on your scars I want to love you From wherever you will have me Very near, or even further far With glamour gaze or diverted eyes Never yours and always mine.

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC

Fimfivver

Another Love Poem For Madison

I want to write you poems and bury you flowers Put acetone in the foundation of all the pretty girls you envy Dismantle every claim to beauty besides your own Clip the wings of your insecurities and plant raspberries on your scars I want to love you From wherever you will have me Very near, or even further far With glamour gaze or diverted eyes Never yours and always mine.

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