Flora - Hello Poetry

I caught a vibe When all I needed was an iv I get it. I shouldn’t have taken another drink Unless it was water I can’t feel the light All I see are demons Who want to eat me Hurt me Watch me hurt myself They like it sick sadistic ***** **** OFF!!!! Was a medic my angle? Or was it the stranger who listened to me The magic man with the music outside of the concert venue Spare change and soft sounds I’m out of my mind Far from my body So far high High up I almost died I know what it’s like to almost die When you go so high you see how you will fall If you can come back down To your body will the heart still be beating Oh **** it is Too fast too fast Who’s in control of this body Make it stop “You done acting like a child” “Stupid ***** I can’t think of what to be so I will listen to those around me “Child” ***** “Tweeking **** I am a child Who isn’t a ***** I’m out of my mind And into yours Do you not like me? Why? What do I look like? I can’t see myself Wait what the **** Can I even see? It’s going black Wait part black Spots Help me Where are my safe people? People? No one Leave me alone **** OFF

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Oct 20, 2021

Oct 20, 2021 at 2:46 PM UTC

I caught a vibe

I caught a vibe When all I needed was an iv I get it. I shouldn’t have taken another drink Unless it was water I can’t feel the light All I see are demons Who want to eat me Hurt me Watch me hurt myself They like it sick sadistic ***** **** OFF!!!! Was a medic my angle? Or was it the stranger who listened to me The magic man with the music outside of the concert venue Spare change and soft sounds I’m out of my mind Far from my body So far high High up I almost died I know what it’s like to almost die When you go so high you see how you will fall If you can come back down To your body will the heart still be beating Oh **** it is Too fast too fast Who’s in control of this body Make it stop “You done acting like a child” “Stupid ***** I can’t think of what to be so I will listen to those around me “Child” ***** “Tweeking **** I am a child Who isn’t a ***** I’m out of my mind And into yours Do you not like me? Why? What do I look like? I can’t see myself Wait what the **** Can I even see? It’s going black Wait part black Spots Help me Where are my safe people? People? No one Leave me alone **** OFF

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Let me set the scene The sun is shining Time to fill my day with play The illuminated field of grass calls to me Like my soft blankets after a hard weeks work. Should I take off my shirt? I don’t want tan lines. Tan lines? Tan lines. What are those? You know, When your skin has a line where “Darker tan skin meets lighter tan skin” Tan? Tan. What is tan. You know, You know a darker flesh tone. Flesh tone?! Oh no, Here we go. What is flesh tone? Flesh? Tone? Flesh, our skin. It comes in all different shades of pinks, oranges, and red. No there’s different shades of black and white. No one is white, truly. You know what I mean! No! I don’t, I really don’t. I mean, There are people who exist with the complexion of fresh fallen snow. Oh no, Here we go. Snow is made of ice which is made of water. Last time I checked water is blue. We were talking about you! Well now we are onto something more important! You seriously think water is blue? It’s an optical illusion! Can’t you see? You fool. And your stupid tan lines. If they bother you so much take your shirt off! Don’t be more than one shade! You have to make sense! You have to blend in! You have to be perfect! Woah. Wait a minute. Weren’t we having a nice time in the sun? Well brain, I was trying to. But now I feel like I’m in sin.

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Sep 5, 2021

Sep 5, 2021 at 4:24 PM UTC

Leave me alone

Let me set the scene The sun is shining Time to fill my day with play The illuminated field of grass calls to me Like my soft blankets after a hard weeks work. Should I take off my shirt? I don’t want tan lines. Tan lines? Tan lines. What are those? You know, When your skin has a line where “Darker tan skin meets lighter tan skin” Tan? Tan. What is tan. You know, You know a darker flesh tone. Flesh tone?! Oh no, Here we go. What is flesh tone? Flesh? Tone? Flesh, our skin. It comes in all different shades of pinks, oranges, and red. No there’s different shades of black and white. No one is white, truly. You know what I mean! No! I don’t, I really don’t. I mean, There are people who exist with the complexion of fresh fallen snow. Oh no, Here we go. Snow is made of ice which is made of water. Last time I checked water is blue. We were talking about you! Well now we are onto something more important! You seriously think water is blue? It’s an optical illusion! Can’t you see? You fool. And your stupid tan lines. If they bother you so much take your shirt off! Don’t be more than one shade! You have to make sense! You have to blend in! You have to be perfect! Woah. Wait a minute. Weren’t we having a nice time in the sun? Well brain, I was trying to. But now I feel like I’m in sin.

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We all got them Got milk? No that’s the women? Female ***** ******* You like them? Come grab them stroke them bite them. Are you my son? Why am I mothering you? Do you have mommy issues too? Because I can relate. ***** Badass ***** That’s what she is. Got milk? No! How cute. I bet your ******* are small fragile. Sensitive. ******* you like mine? But can’t I like yours? Let me stroke it a little? Can you handle it? Don’t flinch. You can’t ever nurture. But boy can I? You can **** and lick and bite. Gnash your teeth at me. I bet you, I won’t feel a thing.

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Sep 1, 2021

Sep 1, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC

We all ****

We all got them Got milk? No that’s the women? Female ***** ******* You like them? Come grab them stroke them bite them. Are you my son? Why am I mothering you? Do you have mommy issues too? Because I can relate. ***** Badass ***** That’s what she is. Got milk? No! How cute. I bet your ******* are small fragile. Sensitive. ******* you like mine? But can’t I like yours? Let me stroke it a little? Can you handle it? Don’t flinch. You can’t ever nurture. But boy can I? You can **** and lick and bite. Gnash your teeth at me. I bet you, I won’t feel a thing.

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I am stuck in this head brain Barred in and overwhelmed pain and memories brim to the surface of my mind yet I treat them like nothing as if I could ignore them into extinction myself a loathed pronoun The thing I can’t stop thinking about so starts the severance take this pen look closely the black point of ink That has welled out onto the tip lines of refraction so detailed and plain there is no pain that this pen feels it just is, and does if I can become like this pen

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Nov 4, 2020

Nov 4, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC

Severance

I am stuck in this head brain Barred in and overwhelmed pain and memories brim to the surface of my mind yet I treat them like nothing as if I could ignore them into extinction myself a loathed pronoun The thing I can’t stop thinking about so starts the severance take this pen look closely the black point of ink That has welled out onto the tip lines of refraction so detailed and plain there is no pain that this pen feels it just is, and does if I can become like this pen

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Begone from my mind Out of my thoughts How far do you stretch how tight are these knots I kept you tucked away Vault shut, locked but still memories permeate Like blood sodden shirt Spot splotch I’ve abandoned Now do the same Do me one favor Extinguish this flame If memories must persist Cast these feeling to naught Drain the last drip Let this open wound clot I’ve said it too many times This fight has been fought I embossed the shape of you Now begone, get lost.

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC

Gone

Begone from my mind Out of my thoughts How far do you stretch how tight are these knots I kept you tucked away Vault shut, locked but still memories permeate Like blood sodden shirt Spot splotch I’ve abandoned Now do the same Do me one favor Extinguish this flame If memories must persist Cast these feeling to naught Drain the last drip Let this open wound clot I’ve said it too many times This fight has been fought I embossed the shape of you Now begone, get lost.

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Those who lack compassion Were never shown much of it in the first place. We placate ourselves To accept pains We hope to never have to feel Walk by and say what has already been done will suffice. What good can come from personal sacrifice.

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC

Our Calamity

Those who lack compassion Were never shown much of it in the first place. We placate ourselves To accept pains We hope to never have to feel Walk by and say what has already been done will suffice. What good can come from personal sacrifice.

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Thoughts An abstract thing More composed when I sit next to you Exceedingly so when I feel your breath on my skin And fingertips start to sting What unspoken promises lie beneath the surface Of each touch Lies they tell too much For they are ones we can not keep Promises that pose no purpose Thoughts An abstract concern Vague they become when you dissipate My mind just can’t fixate Unknown and unclear Return to the ones that burn.

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC

Double Minded

Thoughts An abstract thing More composed when I sit next to you Exceedingly so when I feel your breath on my skin And fingertips start to sting What unspoken promises lie beneath the surface Of each touch Lies they tell too much For they are ones we can not keep Promises that pose no purpose Thoughts An abstract concern Vague they become when you dissipate My mind just can’t fixate Unknown and unclear Return to the ones that burn.

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I told you I would write about us. About that night And I know you know which one It was the “firsts” of many First time seeing each other In half a year Second time in almost three You looked different, older And I suppose you were Did I to you Surely I must have If only the difference Was my delirious outspoken state I was with you but all I could think of was about Me What did you think of me? Why did you come to see me? Did you like the touch Of my skin In the same way I liked yours? “ what are you thinking?” I asked But meant about me Have I always been this self consumed? Can I answer the same questions about you? Your hands in mine I can answer some I like your distinctive yet sedate aura You were rare A secret To the industrial world Your hand in mine Your touch was reticent And yet irresolute If embracing were a race, you Would have let me win If I was a stride You were a step And two steps behind It would’ve been I wanted you To run at my pace But I was scared So we stayed in place I was in control But I couldn’t take it there I couldn’t give you my soul Contrite I would say sorrowful words For reasons I didn’t quite understand Maybe it has to do with all the questions I couldn’t answer that I asked you As you held my hands Questions that I would have you answer me Or maybe I know I couldn’t concede To everything you may want in me Because deep down I think I know This wasn’t meant to be Then it hits That thing It goes by the name Reality Those steps taken forward Can’t be retraced And I’m glad You weren’t running at my pace This will have to end I don’t know how or Even if It will ever begin again So I say the words “I’m sorry” And you tell me I have no reason to be But you don’t know what it is Those words actually mean.

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC

I’m sorry

I told you I would write about us. About that night And I know you know which one It was the “firsts” of many First time seeing each other In half a year Second time in almost three You looked different, older And I suppose you were Did I to you Surely I must have If only the difference Was my delirious outspoken state I was with you but all I could think of was about Me What did you think of me? Why did you come to see me? Did you like the touch Of my skin In the same way I liked yours? “ what are you thinking?” I asked But meant about me Have I always been this self consumed? Can I answer the same questions about you? Your hands in mine I can answer some I like your distinctive yet sedate aura You were rare A secret To the industrial world Your hand in mine Your touch was reticent And yet irresolute If embracing were a race, you Would have let me win If I was a stride You were a step And two steps behind It would’ve been I wanted you To run at my pace But I was scared So we stayed in place I was in control But I couldn’t take it there I couldn’t give you my soul Contrite I would say sorrowful words For reasons I didn’t quite understand Maybe it has to do with all the questions I couldn’t answer that I asked you As you held my hands Questions that I would have you answer me Or maybe I know I couldn’t concede To everything you may want in me Because deep down I think I know This wasn’t meant to be Then it hits That thing It goes by the name Reality Those steps taken forward Can’t be retraced And I’m glad You weren’t running at my pace This will have to end I don’t know how or Even if It will ever begin again So I say the words “I’m sorry” And you tell me I have no reason to be But you don’t know what it is Those words actually mean.

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