PsychedelicBlossom - Hello Poetry

What's inside of me no longer feels like a void. It is full of rage, annoyance, hunger for inspiration, and an endless amount of creative and physical energy.. and it's so overwhelming..

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC

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What's inside of me no longer feels like a void. It is full of rage, annoyance, hunger for inspiration, and an endless amount of creative and physical energy.. and it's so overwhelming..

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When you fill the empty spaces in your midnight gallery Tell me and I'll keep you company The music will swirl under the stars Clouds are clear while I play my guitar You ate all my wonder after I lied to your face Your lips were scratched with ice off the lake I'm no longer curious of all around Im only focused on you As we wander ghost towns.

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC

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When you fill the empty spaces in your midnight gallery Tell me and I'll keep you company The music will swirl under the stars Clouds are clear while I play my guitar You ate all my wonder after I lied to your face Your lips were scratched with ice off the lake I'm no longer curious of all around Im only focused on you As we wander ghost towns.

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I fell in love with the dirt road on the way to the grave yard and with the muddy trails imprinted with scattered foot prints. And yes, it did upset me deep within my soul. I fell in love with the glare coming off the train rails when the sun was at its prime and how the roof on the elevator always looked like it had snow on it. It upset me deep within my soul. I loved how you had so very few possessions, yet you had drawers full of filled notebooks. And i loved the way your hair got gray, even though you were only 16. I loved the sound the engine made when you tried to switch gears and the way your clothes hung off you in a ghostly manner. And yes, it upset me deep within my soul. I could hear your heart beat from next door; it mixed with the sound of fender strats and dripping skies. And let me tell you, February smells like simulated cotton candy and water colors. It smells like wet cement and fresh pencils. It smells like chimney smoke escaping from brick voids mixing with exhaust from pickup trucks and vans, and sun dried rocks in front of the sparkling ocean. It upset me deep within my soul. February sounds like the struggle of old cars driving up hills, New shoes on school steps, An untuned guitar, and My tears dripping on the table. You upset me deep within my soul when I could see the pink on the mountain tops. When I saw the view from the post card in real life. The day I saw you pacing the length of our set of lockers with your nerves going off and you said her last goodbyes. Oh how I'd love to get lost on the grid with you both, but it would just upset me deep with my soul.

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC

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I fell in love with the dirt road on the way to the grave yard and with the muddy trails imprinted with scattered foot prints. And yes, it did upset me deep within my soul. I fell in love with the glare coming off the train rails when the sun was at its prime and how the roof on the elevator always looked like it had snow on it. It upset me deep within my soul. I loved how you had so very few possessions, yet you had drawers full of filled notebooks. And i loved the way your hair got gray, even though you were only 16. I loved the sound the engine made when you tried to switch gears and the way your clothes hung off you in a ghostly manner. And yes, it upset me deep within my soul. I could hear your heart beat from next door; it mixed with the sound of fender strats and dripping skies. And let me tell you, February smells like simulated cotton candy and water colors. It smells like wet cement and fresh pencils. It smells like chimney smoke escaping from brick voids mixing with exhaust from pickup trucks and vans, and sun dried rocks in front of the sparkling ocean. It upset me deep within my soul. February sounds like the struggle of old cars driving up hills, New shoes on school steps, An untuned guitar, and My tears dripping on the table. You upset me deep within my soul when I could see the pink on the mountain tops. When I saw the view from the post card in real life. The day I saw you pacing the length of our set of lockers with your nerves going off and you said her last goodbyes. Oh how I'd love to get lost on the grid with you both, but it would just upset me deep with my soul.

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