TheThrillofaSpin - Hello Poetry

I could hear Insufficiency flee from me at The Thinkers Hour, when sleep is halted and, on occasion the rooster is already cawing at the movements of Transiency. I rise higher, scribing longer, recounting our Divinity, the boundlessness of Love, and the hues that the Sun dusts over cemeteries and trains alike. It is then, as matter scaling the skyling, that decidedly I sink into Rapid Ply Healing.

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC

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I could hear Insufficiency flee from me at The Thinkers Hour, when sleep is halted and, on occasion the rooster is already cawing at the movements of Transiency. I rise higher, scribing longer, recounting our Divinity, the boundlessness of Love, and the hues that the Sun dusts over cemeteries and trains alike. It is then, as matter scaling the skyling, that decidedly I sink into Rapid Ply Healing.

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There's only one skip on the CD. There's only time that is not absolute. The barista spilled the milk and the customer replied, "Telekinesis, baby, telekinesis!" The mugging was designed and I must tread with the iridescence onto the next track. There's only one skip but it repeats continuously There's no time because I like to say it's not real. The director created a puzzle and the viewers play for so long. The overdose was placed and I must sing with plithiness the tenacity of my favorite number. There's only one skip.

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC

Skp

There's only one skip on the CD. There's only time that is not absolute. The barista spilled the milk and the customer replied, "Telekinesis, baby, telekinesis!" The mugging was designed and I must tread with the iridescence onto the next track. There's only one skip but it repeats continuously There's no time because I like to say it's not real. The director created a puzzle and the viewers play for so long. The overdose was placed and I must sing with plithiness the tenacity of my favorite number. There's only one skip.

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Preachers have more plagiarized content than singers. The old man I met on the sidewalk told me one of the Beach Boys locked himself in a basement and created his own fraction of notes, his own harmonies. I create a thought to push my voice from my gut out my mouth into the air. Now wiggling vibrations mingle with oxygen molecules and the place in space is rearranged. I created traction. This is it. This

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC

Paved Sound

Preachers have more plagiarized content than singers. The old man I met on the sidewalk told me one of the Beach Boys locked himself in a basement and created his own fraction of notes, his own harmonies. I create a thought to push my voice from my gut out my mouth into the air. Now wiggling vibrations mingle with oxygen molecules and the place in space is rearranged. I created traction. This is it. This

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Entropic threats loom and I told them to **** off from the start. Shouldn't is transparent because it plays warning fair. I tell my toes to move and they do. You're next.

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC

**** Nill

Entropic threats loom and I told them to **** off from the start. Shouldn't is transparent because it plays warning fair. I tell my toes to move and they do. You're next.

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You must take the wound, Face it, Squeeze it, Bite it, **** out the venom, Spit out the venom, Gather comfrey, Dress the once wound, Bandage it, Let it SCAR (it is now a reminder in this phase), LET IT HEAL

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC

Steps

You must take the wound, Face it, Squeeze it, Bite it, **** out the venom, Spit out the venom, Gather comfrey, Dress the once wound, Bandage it, Let it SCAR (it is now a reminder in this phase), LET IT HEAL

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Sleeping for mere ellipses Bleary eyed beliefs breach the sentenced structure

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC

October 2016

Sleeping for mere ellipses Bleary eyed beliefs breach the sentenced structure

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Your home will shatter Emotionally not physically The wood panels still fused But your security dissipated Dishes still in the kitchen sink But your routine in shards You will pack up Backpack up on your back And down on the ground In your new compound You will attempt to create anew And you will But it is unlike before It will never be like before So you will try a return You will, desperately, Grasping for breath, Ride your bike to that old gate That old entrance to that previous exit But I regret to inform you, It is no longer your home He might invite you in but only to see a new couch Some other woman is in the groove But it’s not even the one you once made The bathroom will look the same Same portrait Same book on top of the toilet But a new towel hangs And it’s no longer the perfume of your shampoo filling the room I am so sorry but You will feel like you are in a bad dream Everything is familiar Everything is yours in a no longer tucked away memory It is still real if you open it and prolong it It is still yours in some existence Where that moment froze and never stopped But it is changed At the same exact time It is hurdling forward as fast as it is still It is as foreign as it is memorized Everything is off on the same track I am sorry but you can never go home

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC

Crying In Our Old Front Yard

Your home will shatter Emotionally not physically The wood panels still fused But your security dissipated Dishes still in the kitchen sink But your routine in shards You will pack up Backpack up on your back And down on the ground In your new compound You will attempt to create anew And you will But it is unlike before It will never be like before So you will try a return You will, desperately, Grasping for breath, Ride your bike to that old gate That old entrance to that previous exit But I regret to inform you, It is no longer your home He might invite you in but only to see a new couch Some other woman is in the groove But it’s not even the one you once made The bathroom will look the same Same portrait Same book on top of the toilet But a new towel hangs And it’s no longer the perfume of your shampoo filling the room I am so sorry but You will feel like you are in a bad dream Everything is familiar Everything is yours in a no longer tucked away memory It is still real if you open it and prolong it It is still yours in some existence Where that moment froze and never stopped But it is changed At the same exact time It is hurdling forward as fast as it is still It is as foreign as it is memorized Everything is off on the same track I am sorry but you can never go home

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Each Autumn we fall in and out of Souls who Lure us into a gust of changing leaves. A familiar song Strummed Down our every vein.

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Jan 29, 2016

Jan 29, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC

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Each Autumn we fall in and out of Souls who Lure us into a gust of changing leaves. A familiar song Strummed Down our every vein.

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I’ve been sitting in the crack in the couch tapping my feet on the coffee table pourover in hands left right must write what can pop up in the sphere on top of my neck to make me spit out words too many screens after all the paper in front of me used to be a dead tree too many sighs after all I left the pain and got what I wished for too many souls afterall we’re just one mirror

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Jan 29, 2016

Jan 29, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC

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I’ve been sitting in the crack in the couch tapping my feet on the coffee table pourover in hands left right must write what can pop up in the sphere on top of my neck to make me spit out words too many screens after all the paper in front of me used to be a dead tree too many sighs after all I left the pain and got what I wished for too many souls afterall we’re just one mirror

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The swollen moon shadows the smoky night Tensions rise if you shout for a fight Bruises seem exclusive Until rumors need refuting Testimony through retention But are we fully comprehending?

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Jan 29, 2016

Jan 29, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC

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The swollen moon shadows the smoky night Tensions rise if you shout for a fight Bruises seem exclusive Until rumors need refuting Testimony through retention But are we fully comprehending?

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