OblertPumpernickle - Hello Poetry

I'm old but not old enough. They're smart but not smart enough. We're cool but not cool enough. It's fun, but not fun enough.

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC

Older than Me

I'm old but not old enough. They're smart but not smart enough. We're cool but not cool enough. It's fun, but not fun enough.

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The light barely enters through the curtains on the window. The smell of the concrete floor and oil. Emptyness in every second. Disorganized toil.

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC

Dusty Cloths and Tarps

The light barely enters through the curtains on the window. The smell of the concrete floor and oil. Emptyness in every second. Disorganized toil.

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The shimmering icy beauty confused Imagined Created falsely Lost in beliefs and delusions Complete and insufficient Constant motion delirious Moving forever in love understood Misunderstanding the meaning Once and for all The covers have closed The windows have frozen The doors have been shut The heat stays here constant The lights gleam so dimly Reality sets in slowly Lost within Broken hearted Defeated with ease

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC

Cut Down

The shimmering icy beauty confused Imagined Created falsely Lost in beliefs and delusions Complete and insufficient Constant motion delirious Moving forever in love understood Misunderstanding the meaning Once and for all The covers have closed The windows have frozen The doors have been shut The heat stays here constant The lights gleam so dimly Reality sets in slowly Lost within Broken hearted Defeated with ease

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Stark in his nature fleeing the authorities He barely perceives the shocking cold under his bare feet The snow crunches as his toes grip the concrete He accelerates across the land as hexagons spin in his vision Complaints from surrounding society echo across the property "Get down on the ground and stop what you're doing" the responding officer murmurs The zombie man sprints across the snowy sidewalk away from him. Blood runs down his hands and torso as he is physically confronted by officers. He breaks through their grip running back where he came from, attempting to escape to a warmer place as he breathes in mace. No one will open the locked front door to the building As the light reflects off of his skin, he is tackled to the sidewalk and handcuffed on the ground. He scrapes his top teeth against the cement on the sidewalk to distract himself from the physically unbearable sensation and licks a cigarette **** off of the ground and swallows it, saying goodbye to his world. He looses consciousness and passes across the realm of consciousness for a brief moment, seeing that life continues. As he is rescusitated, he feels as if a better place lay across the plane he has recrossed. He slightly regrets his recent actions, anxious to see the consequences and their requirements of him.

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC

zombie man

Stark in his nature fleeing the authorities He barely perceives the shocking cold under his bare feet The snow crunches as his toes grip the concrete He accelerates across the land as hexagons spin in his vision Complaints from surrounding society echo across the property "Get down on the ground and stop what you're doing" the responding officer murmurs The zombie man sprints across the snowy sidewalk away from him. Blood runs down his hands and torso as he is physically confronted by officers. He breaks through their grip running back where he came from, attempting to escape to a warmer place as he breathes in mace. No one will open the locked front door to the building As the light reflects off of his skin, he is tackled to the sidewalk and handcuffed on the ground. He scrapes his top teeth against the cement on the sidewalk to distract himself from the physically unbearable sensation and licks a cigarette **** off of the ground and swallows it, saying goodbye to his world. He looses consciousness and passes across the realm of consciousness for a brief moment, seeing that life continues. As he is rescusitated, he feels as if a better place lay across the plane he has recrossed. He slightly regrets his recent actions, anxious to see the consequences and their requirements of him.

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The simplicity of emotion. Everything is amazing because of it. My feelings paint the world around me, Shining itself back into my heart. God is within me, and air is around me, Light is above me in thousands of stars, Shining like diamonds, the trees and the shadows, Windows on houses and cars. The people are brilliant, Their souls are a fiery stone existence. The hearth of a lifetime. Warming and fluid. Living around me, keeping me home. Cologne Malone' writes alone on a tome, His freestyle fame and his hope on the stone. The seeping sadness of broken beliefs. The need for a person, the need for the seas. A simple emotion. Drawing me here. The present, the past, the future, the tears. Sinking one liners like a pirates ship. Treasure on the beaches of the island of Skip.

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May 4, 2018

May 4, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC

Glazed Streetlights

The simplicity of emotion. Everything is amazing because of it. My feelings paint the world around me, Shining itself back into my heart. God is within me, and air is around me, Light is above me in thousands of stars, Shining like diamonds, the trees and the shadows, Windows on houses and cars. The people are brilliant, Their souls are a fiery stone existence. The hearth of a lifetime. Warming and fluid. Living around me, keeping me home. Cologne Malone' writes alone on a tome, His freestyle fame and his hope on the stone. The seeping sadness of broken beliefs. The need for a person, the need for the seas. A simple emotion. Drawing me here. The present, the past, the future, the tears. Sinking one liners like a pirates ship. Treasure on the beaches of the island of Skip.

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The rock we forge upon the world, The slab made of belongings and people, The place that seems to unquestioningly exist based on feelings of responsibility. The only schedule we have being barraged with other possibility's. Good and bad. A realistic windshield outside of which the unknown is kept out. The jungle planet exists and we stay in circles. Well defined patterns of green blues and purples. Love work and honor and loss of our lifetimes. Collect in our heads all the yellow and white lines. Green lights and stop signs. Friends and our bloodlines. Speeding past poison, driving through lightning, electronic storms of the unknown and the frightening. Our foundations are spaceships as we float through the spaces that pass all the places that we've never known. The difference between us is great and the genius we've built all around us keeps life in our homes.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC

The Laid Foundation For Progress

The rock we forge upon the world, The slab made of belongings and people, The place that seems to unquestioningly exist based on feelings of responsibility. The only schedule we have being barraged with other possibility's. Good and bad. A realistic windshield outside of which the unknown is kept out. The jungle planet exists and we stay in circles. Well defined patterns of green blues and purples. Love work and honor and loss of our lifetimes. Collect in our heads all the yellow and white lines. Green lights and stop signs. Friends and our bloodlines. Speeding past poison, driving through lightning, electronic storms of the unknown and the frightening. Our foundations are spaceships as we float through the spaces that pass all the places that we've never known. The difference between us is great and the genius we've built all around us keeps life in our homes.

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Dragon tears in clover fields and purple clouds and golden coins magic carpets genie lamps and wishes of the everlasting Kisses, promises, fireworks. Gloves and scarves and beating hearts Winks and doorbells Hopes and Dreams Everything oh everything! Melted snow and dazzling intricate Roll like waves over air and sound Fantastic fabric enveloping darkness Swallow my soul and make me whole. Leperchauns and green garb of irish Brown tattered top hat and world of emeralds Surround my heart and take me to paradise Open grasslands making the ocean bright. Faerie dust and technicolor Blue shiny sand as the wings flying flutter Something like amber and something like granite The psychic feeling of everything manic. Blue energy genie man take me away to neverland The reality of withered trees and golden paths and bumble bees Of pink roses and lively rivers Swirling like potions and arrows and quivers Make me elixers and bake me a cake The breathes in the bottles and dreams that we make. The sadness the laughs and the corners of rockingchairs Chandelier whiteness and gleaming silver chalices. Green golden robes and blue tethered rope belts Magic of zealots and fine shiny cloth felts Gloss me a glass of a wine so delicious Make me a drink made of all of my wishes. Bake me a cake of beautiful kisses. Draw me a bath of sun kissed implicits.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC

What a set of suggestions!

Dragon tears in clover fields and purple clouds and golden coins magic carpets genie lamps and wishes of the everlasting Kisses, promises, fireworks. Gloves and scarves and beating hearts Winks and doorbells Hopes and Dreams Everything oh everything! Melted snow and dazzling intricate Roll like waves over air and sound Fantastic fabric enveloping darkness Swallow my soul and make me whole. Leperchauns and green garb of irish Brown tattered top hat and world of emeralds Surround my heart and take me to paradise Open grasslands making the ocean bright. Faerie dust and technicolor Blue shiny sand as the wings flying flutter Something like amber and something like granite The psychic feeling of everything manic. Blue energy genie man take me away to neverland The reality of withered trees and golden paths and bumble bees Of pink roses and lively rivers Swirling like potions and arrows and quivers Make me elixers and bake me a cake The breathes in the bottles and dreams that we make. The sadness the laughs and the corners of rockingchairs Chandelier whiteness and gleaming silver chalices. Green golden robes and blue tethered rope belts Magic of zealots and fine shiny cloth felts Gloss me a glass of a wine so delicious Make me a drink made of all of my wishes. Bake me a cake of beautiful kisses. Draw me a bath of sun kissed implicits.

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From all the time they lived. From the places behind the present. Moving never felt so good. Time and light and darkness. People things and places. Words and all responses. Surrounded by thousands of years.

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC

Crowds are a history book

From all the time they lived. From the places behind the present. Moving never felt so good. Time and light and darkness. People things and places. Words and all responses. Surrounded by thousands of years.

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I have been locked in the basement for an eternity it seems, In my hidden room behind the walls. I wear a red and white striped collared polo. I have very stiff and strait jeans. My brown wrinkly skin resembles that of Yoda. I am not allowed socks for I may escape into society. My crooked eyes, Like a high definition video camera. I clamber around the house like a bouncy little dwarf. I only eat from the floor.

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Sep 4, 2017

Sep 4, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC

Ogledorf

I have been locked in the basement for an eternity it seems, In my hidden room behind the walls. I wear a red and white striped collared polo. I have very stiff and strait jeans. My brown wrinkly skin resembles that of Yoda. I am not allowed socks for I may escape into society. My crooked eyes, Like a high definition video camera. I clamber around the house like a bouncy little dwarf. I only eat from the floor.

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The bark flies by in pastel existence. The leaves seem like mountains of crinkly rock. Brown and green swirl like the universe and it blurs together in the cold cool air. The static position gets hard to maintain. I want to twitch. I faulter slowly. It begins to write itself in flowing ink. Fireside on a scroll in dripping sincerity. The golden embers gracefully rise and my mind collides with the explosions of life. Glowing in the future is a hidden hate. A deep despise and an impostor date. The clone of love lies through its teeth. Betrayl, torture, surrender, he seethes. Deep in this forest the robes make the world. The blues in these bushes make us forever. Bone magic. Slow and tragic. Draw me something dramatic, The black sand sparkles in the wind, The lightning sears with the fire within, A reason to die but a reason to live, The monsters attack us, They claw at our sins. The darkness will take us all. As we conquer our dreams, As we spill this dark wine. Our lives emanate glory, Our souls escape time.

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Aug 28, 2017

Aug 28, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC

Kahlan Rahl

The bark flies by in pastel existence. The leaves seem like mountains of crinkly rock. Brown and green swirl like the universe and it blurs together in the cold cool air. The static position gets hard to maintain. I want to twitch. I faulter slowly. It begins to write itself in flowing ink. Fireside on a scroll in dripping sincerity. The golden embers gracefully rise and my mind collides with the explosions of life. Glowing in the future is a hidden hate. A deep despise and an impostor date. The clone of love lies through its teeth. Betrayl, torture, surrender, he seethes. Deep in this forest the robes make the world. The blues in these bushes make us forever. Bone magic. Slow and tragic. Draw me something dramatic, The black sand sparkles in the wind, The lightning sears with the fire within, A reason to die but a reason to live, The monsters attack us, They claw at our sins. The darkness will take us all. As we conquer our dreams, As we spill this dark wine. Our lives emanate glory, Our souls escape time.

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