KeefTheLastPoet - Hello Poetry

Out of the blue...she called. Next weekend... after dinner...she dies! Scratch. Scratch. one more number... **** If you want to live hide. Searching for words, she whispered... maybe. My stomach churned. Gas. I thought. Catch me outside! How bout that! Whats the worst that can... boom! Number in hand, he chanced. Hello? Four minutes earlier, he was alive. Hold on! Don't die! honey? honey! Woke up in a cab, naked. What time is it? 10am. Sh***! What day is it? Final Exams. Driving through campus, my car stalled. Honey, we gonna need a bigger house. Nervously, he hit stage and stared. Grabbing for popcorn, their hands met. Washing laundry, she discovered lipstick stains He mentioned love, but meant lust. You may kiss your bride. Ribbit! 3,2,1. buckets Good. Overtime! Phone rings! Who's calling? Veronica? Decline. Losing consciousness. She whispered. I cheated. Let me check your phone! Nope! Paternity results: It's none of you.

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Mar 28, 2018

Mar 28, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC

6 Word Stories from a weird place

Out of the blue...she called. Next weekend... after dinner...she dies! Scratch. Scratch. one more number... **** If you want to live hide. Searching for words, she whispered... maybe. My stomach churned. Gas. I thought. Catch me outside! How bout that! Whats the worst that can... boom! Number in hand, he chanced. Hello? Four minutes earlier, he was alive. Hold on! Don't die! honey? honey! Woke up in a cab, naked. What time is it? 10am. Sh***! What day is it? Final Exams. Driving through campus, my car stalled. Honey, we gonna need a bigger house. Nervously, he hit stage and stared. Grabbing for popcorn, their hands met. Washing laundry, she discovered lipstick stains He mentioned love, but meant lust. You may kiss your bride. Ribbit! 3,2,1. buckets Good. Overtime! Phone rings! Who's calling? Veronica? Decline. Losing consciousness. She whispered. I cheated. Let me check your phone! Nope! Paternity results: It's none of you.

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What to do when “I do” Turns into I don’t When “I will” Changes to I won’t. When better shifts to worse And the gift of love ends in curses When intimacy Goes astray And it seems love has finally run It’s race Only to finish Dead *** Last And the thrill has passed When your truths Ain’t so And the love Don’t flow And the vibe is No mo’ You must let go.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

Let Go

What to do when “I do” Turns into I don’t When “I will” Changes to I won’t. When better shifts to worse And the gift of love ends in curses When intimacy Goes astray And it seems love has finally run It’s race Only to finish Dead *** Last And the thrill has passed When your truths Ain’t so And the love Don’t flow And the vibe is No mo’ You must let go.

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Clasping to her words like vines of wild ivy desperately soaking in the inner beauty That shes conceals within. a single reply takes the air from an empty room. Her presence: the weightlessness of floating hearts. We defy gravity through stanzas Every line convicts Me of passionate crime Every syllable is a life sentence. Unraveling her inner mystery Is my dark muse. beautiful. intoxicating. Our reality complicated.

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Feb 7, 2018

Feb 7, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC

Weightlessness

Clasping to her words like vines of wild ivy desperately soaking in the inner beauty That shes conceals within. a single reply takes the air from an empty room. Her presence: the weightlessness of floating hearts. We defy gravity through stanzas Every line convicts Me of passionate crime Every syllable is a life sentence. Unraveling her inner mystery Is my dark muse. beautiful. intoxicating. Our reality complicated.

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Ain ’t no looking back for me I feel trapped Lost in a whirlwind Can’t adapt Boots placed against my neck I can’t breathe Shackles dragging from my feet I can’t leave Hands up don’t shoot I’m unarmed Pray my children wake to see Me unharmed America the beautiful The land’s torn Pray for the night to end Bring the morn.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC

Bring the Morn

Ain ’t no looking back for me I feel trapped Lost in a whirlwind Can’t adapt Boots placed against my neck I can’t breathe Shackles dragging from my feet I can’t leave Hands up don’t shoot I’m unarmed Pray my children wake to see Me unharmed America the beautiful The land’s torn Pray for the night to end Bring the morn.

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My curiosity an insatiable itch Wating to scratch the surface To reveal your inner mystery We lie naked Exposed to the perils of Forbidden love A messy bed of emotion The most comfortable Of sleep.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC

Insatiable

My curiosity an insatiable itch Wating to scratch the surface To reveal your inner mystery We lie naked Exposed to the perils of Forbidden love A messy bed of emotion The most comfortable Of sleep.

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ONCE their eyes met, all of his insecurities clashed with the inevitability of the moment. There they stood in isolated silence; TWO hearts beating to the synchronized rhythm of destiny’s drum. With TRES, Leche cake in hand, he gestured for her company. FOUR hours into the reception, he’d mustered enough courage to initiate conversation. She was only 5’6, but what she lacked in height, she compensated in beauty. AFTER SEVEN played softy throughout the reception hall as families gathered at round tables and ATE from overpriced plates. NINE small steps brought them closer together. He admired her breathlessly; she was a DIME.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC

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ONCE their eyes met, all of his insecurities clashed with the inevitability of the moment. There they stood in isolated silence; TWO hearts beating to the synchronized rhythm of destiny’s drum. With TRES, Leche cake in hand, he gestured for her company. FOUR hours into the reception, he’d mustered enough courage to initiate conversation. She was only 5’6, but what she lacked in height, she compensated in beauty. AFTER SEVEN played softy throughout the reception hall as families gathered at round tables and ATE from overpriced plates. NINE small steps brought them closer together. He admired her breathlessly; she was a DIME.

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I woke up Eye to eye Face to face With a stranger. She was a hard reminder of my past A promise of my future As she greeted me with a kiss She whispered her name. “Today.”

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC

The Bedmate

I woke up Eye to eye Face to face With a stranger. She was a hard reminder of my past A promise of my future As she greeted me with a kiss She whispered her name. “Today.”

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