Hewasminemoon - Hello Poetry

I took a deep breath in Smelt wet pavement Weeds Heard the pouring rain Watched the windows fog There was a delay Then And now My body slow like molasses I could taste you on my lips Before I even knew what was happening Before I even knew you I wanted to taste her too Her hair A white blonde His eyes sown shut I wanted you Just like this One hundred days short Somewhere A week Nestled between Before I even knew you You were mine You made me weak at the knees

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May 8, 2017

May 8, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC

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I took a deep breath in Smelt wet pavement Weeds Heard the pouring rain Watched the windows fog There was a delay Then And now My body slow like molasses I could taste you on my lips Before I even knew what was happening Before I even knew you I wanted to taste her too Her hair A white blonde His eyes sown shut I wanted you Just like this One hundred days short Somewhere A week Nestled between Before I even knew you You were mine You made me weak at the knees

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I awoke on my back out of a nightmare above me the shadow of a man putting his shoes on my body dense jaded stiff I felt trapped paralyzed heard the door click shut began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours blinking back salt I saw them a thin pair of black rimmed glasses to me a beacon of hope I rushed to stand spilling cold water on my feet electricity staring through the peephole (into the grey foggy morning) I waited then finally he emerged shivering the moment came went so I slithered back to bed for some time I lay there unmoving like a fallen mannequin but then once again the door smacked shut

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Apr 15, 2017

Apr 15, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC

Smack

I awoke on my back out of a nightmare above me the shadow of a man putting his shoes on my body dense jaded stiff I felt trapped paralyzed heard the door click shut began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours blinking back salt I saw them a thin pair of black rimmed glasses to me a beacon of hope I rushed to stand spilling cold water on my feet electricity staring through the peephole (into the grey foggy morning) I waited then finally he emerged shivering the moment came went so I slithered back to bed for some time I lay there unmoving like a fallen mannequin but then once again the door smacked shut

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I lie in vintage floral and breathe in the musty smell of the "yellow bedroom" The room is pitch black and in the distance is the blaring of the 11 o'clock news echoing on two televisions I toss and turn in my bed Its mattress much firmer than I am used to It makes my bones ache so I crack my feet and stretch my legs I hear footsteps coming down the hall so I shuffle in my place and quickly click the lamp beside me off I lie perfectly still Rubbing my tongue against my teeth A small white sore formed on the tip of my tongue one week ago and it won't go away When I eat sugar or spice it burns Sometimes I stick it in the air and feel the cold **** up all the moisture Drying and healing the spot But only momentarily Until I place it back in my mouth, and the stinging returns, two fold The sounds of steps again, this time departing Then the sound of the microwave My eyes are swollen from lack of sleep I lie and think of the summer I slept in this same bed After a long days work in the heat my skin was blistered from the sun I took a photo of my tan lines to send to someone My back bright red I can still smell the scent of weeds and freshly dug dirt underneath what fingernails I had left I could feel the dirt spill out onto my pillow as I rested my head on the back of my hand I adjusted my position and suddenly felt the space between my legs burn Earlier, in the shower, I attempted to shave with a cheap pink razor It mutilated me Left dozens of little pin ***** like wounds The rush of discomfort caused me to sweat profusely and the combination of the perspiration and heat almost created a cool tingling sensation that reminded me of dry ice I laid still again until the pain went away I could feel my eyelids getting heavier Sleep beckoned I recalled a happy memory from a few days prior As I closed my eyes I imagined myself back in my own bedroom My own television Its volume barely audible On the screen A film entitled "To Catch A Thief" My head burrowed in a mans chest My arms wrapped around his neck Swirling the ends of his hair in my fingertips I would drift in and out of a dream Each time, waking with a jolt After some time, He announced his departure pulling himself out from underneath me, kissing me softly and slinking out the door I yearned now for the sort of sleep that followed then A heavy, almost drug induced sleep My body dense and soupy My mind delirious My dreams Rapturous But the elation of this idea was short lived And instead, I was back in stiff sheets Once again, I could hear the televisions This time; the sounds of late night infomercials I had always hated falling asleep alone It was tedious as a twice told tale And desolate as a desert Back and forth My left and right shoulder occasionally exchanging the weight My internal organs sloshing in me from one side to the other Finally, I found a comfortable spot And decided I had better force myself to sleep On account of an early wake up time tomorrow I took one last long breath in through my nose I was wearing his sweatshirt, In the hopes his smell would waft in and put me right to sleep like a lullaby but instead all I could smell was my own perfume I had spritzed earlier The image of his face would have to suffice for now I closed my eyes and imagined the small dimple in his chin and the sound of a door closing shut. Soon I was fast asleep.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC

Restless

I lie in vintage floral and breathe in the musty smell of the "yellow bedroom" The room is pitch black and in the distance is the blaring of the 11 o'clock news echoing on two televisions I toss and turn in my bed Its mattress much firmer than I am used to It makes my bones ache so I crack my feet and stretch my legs I hear footsteps coming down the hall so I shuffle in my place and quickly click the lamp beside me off I lie perfectly still Rubbing my tongue against my teeth A small white sore formed on the tip of my tongue one week ago and it won't go away When I eat sugar or spice it burns Sometimes I stick it in the air and feel the cold **** up all the moisture Drying and healing the spot But only momentarily Until I place it back in my mouth, and the stinging returns, two fold The sounds of steps again, this time departing Then the sound of the microwave My eyes are swollen from lack of sleep I lie and think of the summer I slept in this same bed After a long days work in the heat my skin was blistered from the sun I took a photo of my tan lines to send to someone My back bright red I can still smell the scent of weeds and freshly dug dirt underneath what fingernails I had left I could feel the dirt spill out onto my pillow as I rested my head on the back of my hand I adjusted my position and suddenly felt the space between my legs burn Earlier, in the shower, I attempted to shave with a cheap pink razor It mutilated me Left dozens of little pin ***** like wounds The rush of discomfort caused me to sweat profusely and the combination of the perspiration and heat almost created a cool tingling sensation that reminded me of dry ice I laid still again until the pain went away I could feel my eyelids getting heavier Sleep beckoned I recalled a happy memory from a few days prior As I closed my eyes I imagined myself back in my own bedroom My own television Its volume barely audible On the screen A film entitled "To Catch A Thief" My head burrowed in a mans chest My arms wrapped around his neck Swirling the ends of his hair in my fingertips I would drift in and out of a dream Each time, waking with a jolt After some time, He announced his departure pulling himself out from underneath me, kissing me softly and slinking out the door I yearned now for the sort of sleep that followed then A heavy, almost drug induced sleep My body dense and soupy My mind delirious My dreams Rapturous But the elation of this idea was short lived And instead, I was back in stiff sheets Once again, I could hear the televisions This time; the sounds of late night infomercials I had always hated falling asleep alone It was tedious as a twice told tale And desolate as a desert Back and forth My left and right shoulder occasionally exchanging the weight My internal organs sloshing in me from one side to the other Finally, I found a comfortable spot And decided I had better force myself to sleep On account of an early wake up time tomorrow I took one last long breath in through my nose I was wearing his sweatshirt, In the hopes his smell would waft in and put me right to sleep like a lullaby but instead all I could smell was my own perfume I had spritzed earlier The image of his face would have to suffice for now I closed my eyes and imagined the small dimple in his chin and the sound of a door closing shut. Soon I was fast asleep.

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Am I'll let you sleep F I'll let you sleep C Cause I can feel the anger G swelling in me Am I'll let you be F I'll let you be C Cause I can feel my G body shaking Am I'll let you dream F I'll let you dream C Cause my fists G are aching Am From holding on F From holding on C To you G too tightly (Bridge) x2 Am F But Tuesday is coming Am and i've gotta let you go gotta let you go (Chorus) Am F But i'll wear a black dress C And pearls G To your funeral

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC

Tuesday Girl

Am I'll let you sleep F I'll let you sleep C Cause I can feel the anger G swelling in me Am I'll let you be F I'll let you be C Cause I can feel my G body shaking Am I'll let you dream F I'll let you dream C Cause my fists G are aching Am From holding on F From holding on C To you G too tightly (Bridge) x2 Am F But Tuesday is coming Am and i've gotta let you go gotta let you go (Chorus) Am F But i'll wear a black dress C And pearls G To your funeral

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At twenty two I tried to die. I looked into a silver bell. Swallowed until I was sick. In the bell, A kaleidoscope of colors. A boy with red hair. Eyes kind. Lips thick. Said every time he saw me I was sitting in a row of white, crying. I laid awake at night. In a green posy bed, soaked in blood. Blue from head to toe. The boy with the red hair called me true. Told me horror stories. Said he bled too. Why are all the most beautiful men bruised? When he kissed me I could taste the cat he killed. Then he pulled my hair, bit my neck and eventually I forgot the cat. Made him promise only to write love on his arms. In the morning I left with four bags. Two under my eyes. He helped me carry them to the door. I let him sleep. And took a flight back to you.

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Jun 30, 2016

Jun 30, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC

Shortcake

At twenty two I tried to die. I looked into a silver bell. Swallowed until I was sick. In the bell, A kaleidoscope of colors. A boy with red hair. Eyes kind. Lips thick. Said every time he saw me I was sitting in a row of white, crying. I laid awake at night. In a green posy bed, soaked in blood. Blue from head to toe. The boy with the red hair called me true. Told me horror stories. Said he bled too. Why are all the most beautiful men bruised? When he kissed me I could taste the cat he killed. Then he pulled my hair, bit my neck and eventually I forgot the cat. Made him promise only to write love on his arms. In the morning I left with four bags. Two under my eyes. He helped me carry them to the door. I let him sleep. And took a flight back to you.

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His eyes are hazel Witch hazel in the bathroom He tells me stories at four in the morning Reads my poetry His too Says I need a purpose He's got tattoos On his shoulders On his back He asks me to scratch In Vietnam They cursed him Four broken ribs He still wanted a fight In Marakesh The women wouldn't look at him I worked in Marakesh once By the water Making leather The smell of fish Baked bread His father worked in a bakery In Philly he said

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Jun 15, 2016

Jun 15, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC

Rose Adell

His eyes are hazel Witch hazel in the bathroom He tells me stories at four in the morning Reads my poetry His too Says I need a purpose He's got tattoos On his shoulders On his back He asks me to scratch In Vietnam They cursed him Four broken ribs He still wanted a fight In Marakesh The women wouldn't look at him I worked in Marakesh once By the water Making leather The smell of fish Baked bread His father worked in a bakery In Philly he said

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The air is thick like smoke from a forrest fire The sky is grey and there is lightening I can still see the burn on my right wrist left from a hot kettle There are some burns you can't see. Voices in me, thundering. My eyes beg for sleep I can still taste you on my lips like a cigarette Tingling. I like the way you looked at me last night The way you tussled my hair A man across from me is reading "kiss or **** I wonder which one it will be. You tell me I terrify you. You're terrify me too.

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Jun 6, 2016

Jun 6, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC

Mystery Mansion Man

The air is thick like smoke from a forrest fire The sky is grey and there is lightening I can still see the burn on my right wrist left from a hot kettle There are some burns you can't see. Voices in me, thundering. My eyes beg for sleep I can still taste you on my lips like a cigarette Tingling. I like the way you looked at me last night The way you tussled my hair A man across from me is reading "kiss or **** I wonder which one it will be. You tell me I terrify you. You're terrify me too.

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I am a vessel. And in me, an orange tomb. Pocket sized. Ultramarine. I tip toe with fingers tender & chewed. Forty minutes. I'm pink like a pill. Dog-tired. One minute. I'm red as blood. Restless. Callow. I was built to spill. My teeth chatter & grind. When will I see you again? I sit on silver & hang on your every word. I think of you because my heart demands it. Yesterday was euphoric. Today was a blur and what remained was you.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC

a momentary thought

I am a vessel. And in me, an orange tomb. Pocket sized. Ultramarine. I tip toe with fingers tender & chewed. Forty minutes. I'm pink like a pill. Dog-tired. One minute. I'm red as blood. Restless. Callow. I was built to spill. My teeth chatter & grind. When will I see you again? I sit on silver & hang on your every word. I think of you because my heart demands it. Yesterday was euphoric. Today was a blur and what remained was you.

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I can feel you fleeting Oh the things I do to get to you My palm pressed up against white brick You are a great wave and a great drought You give and you wait But you never take

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC

Asking For Direction

I can feel you fleeting Oh the things I do to get to you My palm pressed up against white brick You are a great wave and a great drought You give and you wait But you never take

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There's been a rattling in my ribs since I met you. My skin, paper thin. The wind wraps itself around me the way you used to. And when you're here, I'm see through.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC

Rice

There's been a rattling in my ribs since I met you. My skin, paper thin. The wind wraps itself around me the way you used to. And when you're here, I'm see through.

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