Kloounheka - Hello Poetry

I would buzz my head Everyone would call me Kay I'd never visit Portland I'd be promiscuous My hands would be empty

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC

A poem to commemorate the end of a beautiful relationship

I would buzz my head Everyone would call me Kay I'd never visit Portland I'd be promiscuous My hands would be empty

Times goes by the high fades and so do you cravings rip you to shreds take another hit another drag swallow Pupils dialate the rooms starts spinning Walking up the walls the dizziness comes rushing in the spell of euphoria consumes you drowning in complete ecstasy the brain knows exactly what the body wants Hours pass and numbness creeps in like an omen You want more to shed the stress another **** another pack another pop The mind becomes foggy You start to dissolve into your surroundings sinking into the green grass into the wet soil soaking through the Earth's flaming core you disintegrate you are left as nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC

Circa 2015

Times goes by the high fades and so do you cravings rip you to shreds take another hit another drag swallow Pupils dialate the rooms starts spinning Walking up the walls the dizziness comes rushing in the spell of euphoria consumes you drowning in complete ecstasy the brain knows exactly what the body wants Hours pass and numbness creeps in like an omen You want more to shed the stress another **** another pack another pop The mind becomes foggy You start to dissolve into your surroundings sinking into the green grass into the wet soil soaking through the Earth's flaming core you disintegrate you are left as nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes

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Surrounded by the crisp clean air. The Earth came up and surrounded me like a blanket. Leaves formed around me forming a cacoon. I sunk into the damp soil, but somehow didn't get consumed by the Earth's crust. I laid surrounded by bright green leaves, the smell of the soil, I was then pure.

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC

Eulogy

Surrounded by the crisp clean air. The Earth came up and surrounded me like a blanket. Leaves formed around me forming a cacoon. I sunk into the damp soil, but somehow didn't get consumed by the Earth's crust. I laid surrounded by bright green leaves, the smell of the soil, I was then pure.

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To have, to want To have, what is not yours To have, but not fully I feel like I am reaching for you while you reach for something, someone, anything else I do not own you, nor do I wish to I just want to feel, if I place my hand on your face you're not wishing it was someone else's You mourn a distant city and your lost love I too know of mourning I end up feeling your pain and mourn our current romance

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC

Untitled

To have, to want To have, what is not yours To have, but not fully I feel like I am reaching for you while you reach for something, someone, anything else I do not own you, nor do I wish to I just want to feel, if I place my hand on your face you're not wishing it was someone else's You mourn a distant city and your lost love I too know of mourning I end up feeling your pain and mourn our current romance

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Some days I am small I recoil into myself Curling my knees into my chest As if I am back in my placenta Other days I am getting double teamed In the room of a cheap ****** motel while a guy tells me I look hot while I cry I am two sides of one coin I love *** Then I hate *** But I tolerate the act so I can feel something Sometimes I feel My rapists hands slither through and tear apart my progress just like he tore a part my virginity that cool January day. Other times I feel ****** urges ravage through me A demon of sweat and moans That won't be satisfied until I am sweating and moaning I am not useful unless I am being used I am tired of not feeling useful when I am not being used

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC

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Some days I am small I recoil into myself Curling my knees into my chest As if I am back in my placenta Other days I am getting double teamed In the room of a cheap ****** motel while a guy tells me I look hot while I cry I am two sides of one coin I love *** Then I hate *** But I tolerate the act so I can feel something Sometimes I feel My rapists hands slither through and tear apart my progress just like he tore a part my virginity that cool January day. Other times I feel ****** urges ravage through me A demon of sweat and moans That won't be satisfied until I am sweating and moaning I am not useful unless I am being used I am tired of not feeling useful when I am not being used

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