MillipedeTea - Hello Poetry

An arcus cloud takes place of thought flesh becomes mottled underneath satiated floorboards bones to be forever stilled within four walls barraged with unbidden webs the forbidding prints of an unwanted touch now windows furniture arranged with indistinguishable pleasantries

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC

MillipedeTea

Home

An arcus cloud takes place of thought flesh becomes mottled underneath satiated floorboards bones to be forever stilled within four walls barraged with unbidden webs the forbidding prints of an unwanted touch now windows furniture arranged with indistinguishable pleasantries

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I found the Garden of Eden and remained for two years I soon found this haven to be inaccurately named For this was not a place I loved And in that moment, I could not escape I fought to swallow what my heart wept To keep from drowning I built a turret atop my chest Soon fields of gold turned to rag My touch went vile and with it reaped ingenuous seeds Now I must wait in vain for granted clemency

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC

MillipedeTea

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I found the Garden of Eden and remained for two years I soon found this haven to be inaccurately named For this was not a place I loved And in that moment, I could not escape I fought to swallow what my heart wept To keep from drowning I built a turret atop my chest Soon fields of gold turned to rag My touch went vile and with it reaped ingenuous seeds Now I must wait in vain for granted clemency

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I lay parallel to the sky, fruitlessly raising a hand to grasp at shades that belong to no one My body is left to float over a sea of green, losing my mind to the depths of weeds Nugatory observations of what lays yonder as I peril my eyes to beams of gold My heart reverberates with sorrow for the music marked with expiration

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC

MillipedeTea

Afternoon Cicada Song

I lay parallel to the sky, fruitlessly raising a hand to grasp at shades that belong to no one My body is left to float over a sea of green, losing my mind to the depths of weeds Nugatory observations of what lays yonder as I peril my eyes to beams of gold My heart reverberates with sorrow for the music marked with expiration

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confessing my sorrows to a daffodil petals reflect colors of disdain and contempt upon me I reach not to the reflection but to a bottle of encapsulated freedom oft did my feelings reverberate the sound of a forbidding touch laying upon a hill of dirt I’m doused in shades of blue palpating the flesh that becomes mottled sloshing off layers hoping to satiate this hollow body these bones become stilled by a heart that no longer beats so sure a temple barraged with unbidden webs clouds come and take their place

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC

MillipedeTea

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confessing my sorrows to a daffodil petals reflect colors of disdain and contempt upon me I reach not to the reflection but to a bottle of encapsulated freedom oft did my feelings reverberate the sound of a forbidding touch laying upon a hill of dirt I’m doused in shades of blue palpating the flesh that becomes mottled sloshing off layers hoping to satiate this hollow body these bones become stilled by a heart that no longer beats so sure a temple barraged with unbidden webs clouds come and take their place

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You're the look of contemplation, A glance of what I yearn for, My Sunday morning. Internal dissonance Creeping in slowly Then all at Once I open up a window, I let your light in. But You see my shadow, And only say thanks. I place you in infinite containers, Unsure of whether I'm finding opposites Or Reflections I imagine something positive happened Between where you are And where I desire to be I can't remember And here You're in hell Your words dissipate into my bad timing, a concept now tangible, You place a statue. Are you happy? Well, shouldn't I be?

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC

MillipedeTea

Boy named Sue

You're the look of contemplation, A glance of what I yearn for, My Sunday morning. Internal dissonance Creeping in slowly Then all at Once I open up a window, I let your light in. But You see my shadow, And only say thanks. I place you in infinite containers, Unsure of whether I'm finding opposites Or Reflections I imagine something positive happened Between where you are And where I desire to be I can't remember And here You're in hell Your words dissipate into my bad timing, a concept now tangible, You place a statue. Are you happy? Well, shouldn't I be?

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Thumb through each vertabrae Please don't startle the moths Powdered wings express explicitly the decay of contentment Each flutter hides a flame with sand between the nape and dissonance within Internal fermentation is aroused by the tumult of emptiness These spaces swallow matter aiming to defeat nothing Stave off synaptic transmission at the precipice of compunction Illumination met with rosey shades is it an opposite or reflection? At the painted canvas of tethered flesh muscles fail to quiver There's nothing left but knots fibers intertwined to climb down An infinite drop

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC

MillipedeTea

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Thumb through each vertabrae Please don't startle the moths Powdered wings express explicitly the decay of contentment Each flutter hides a flame with sand between the nape and dissonance within Internal fermentation is aroused by the tumult of emptiness These spaces swallow matter aiming to defeat nothing Stave off synaptic transmission at the precipice of compunction Illumination met with rosey shades is it an opposite or reflection? At the painted canvas of tethered flesh muscles fail to quiver There's nothing left but knots fibers intertwined to climb down An infinite drop

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Nutrient rich soil eyes to feed Me Warm, moist, soaking in the sun My heart, my limbs Ivy entangling finger tips and toes, our sun Under safe sinking purple leaves- protection Keep the warmth in a greenhouse we built Fiddle head to a flourishing fern I swallow your shade of green whole My moss on a rock, your condensation onto Me

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC

MillipedeTea

Michael

Nutrient rich soil eyes to feed Me Warm, moist, soaking in the sun My heart, my limbs Ivy entangling finger tips and toes, our sun Under safe sinking purple leaves- protection Keep the warmth in a greenhouse we built Fiddle head to a flourishing fern I swallow your shade of green whole My moss on a rock, your condensation onto Me

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