Ugly_angel - Hello Poetry

The resurrection ugliest shame Written in the dark videos hidden on your phone Do you know.... ? Did you even think? Normally covered Flesh now undulating like octopus limbs locked in water “Without you, he could never **** You think. He might see it if you’re not watchful of your desperate hatch. Send it. Send it. ***** bigger at an angle. Face smoother than before *** for the future For the thought of having a lifelong enemy A L W A Y S Too **** to touch 2 **** 2 touch I’m an Opera singer PLACED In an Iron Maiden Singing in wails for my husband. ..................................................................... Each night a neon green eye passes it’s scanner on my unraveling body and says; “Not yet” “Not yet”

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Oct 8, 2020

Oct 8, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC

INTERNET BULB

The resurrection ugliest shame Written in the dark videos hidden on your phone Do you know.... ? Did you even think? Normally covered Flesh now undulating like octopus limbs locked in water “Without you, he could never **** You think. He might see it if you’re not watchful of your desperate hatch. Send it. Send it. ***** bigger at an angle. Face smoother than before *** for the future For the thought of having a lifelong enemy A L W A Y S Too **** to touch 2 **** 2 touch I’m an Opera singer PLACED In an Iron Maiden Singing in wails for my husband. ..................................................................... Each night a neon green eye passes it’s scanner on my unraveling body and says; “Not yet” “Not yet”

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Hello dark. The walls are wet The cave is hidden Legs cut through black water Via rapid movement I reveal a face in the sand, a scar in the algorithm. A body covers itself in lavender mist Manly, soft and asleep, his eyes are emeralds buried by the salt of life. The mans **** transforms into the fountain of lost dreams Him He His phone is dead. Arms cool colored and heavy A swimmers body. The sand reappears around his face. The grains shape into a pair of headphones arched over his skull, like the sweeping architectural feats of those ancient cathedrals. Lights of subway tunnels devour the faces of strangers Wet Glittering rock The Nobel breast stroke Head above water Feet kick past the abyss Our naked bodies press against one another. dancing to the glorious choir of nothingness a ghost of west coast dreams He ***** himself to sleep every night As he waits for future/past lovers And dreams of ugly angels

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Nov 17, 2019

Nov 17, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC

The Nothing Dance

Hello dark. The walls are wet The cave is hidden Legs cut through black water Via rapid movement I reveal a face in the sand, a scar in the algorithm. A body covers itself in lavender mist Manly, soft and asleep, his eyes are emeralds buried by the salt of life. The mans **** transforms into the fountain of lost dreams Him He His phone is dead. Arms cool colored and heavy A swimmers body. The sand reappears around his face. The grains shape into a pair of headphones arched over his skull, like the sweeping architectural feats of those ancient cathedrals. Lights of subway tunnels devour the faces of strangers Wet Glittering rock The Nobel breast stroke Head above water Feet kick past the abyss Our naked bodies press against one another. dancing to the glorious choir of nothingness a ghost of west coast dreams He ***** himself to sleep every night As he waits for future/past lovers And dreams of ugly angels

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A fisher boy sits on a dock Crouched and humble he kisses his lure with a blasphemous sensuality His back in the sun bakes like bread As the mile long hands of light tenderly tan his hide His hands reel me in from my endless pit translucent strings of boy saliva and fishers thread, weaves beneath my flesh I wish to be like him Sleeveless Sexless And surrounded by wet A hook reaches me, propelled by his eyes into mine Who are you to catch me like this?? his finger in my mouth, shaped like a sickle I want to go back in my home Spaced between sky and clouds and their liquid counterpart I look to the right and see nothing anymore The left holds me not A dog barks at nothing and so do I * * * I look back to the ground, to my own body and my own *** The fisher-boy now distant and unknowing casts his hook. He does not look at me. I call up my friend later, and send them a picture of a lake And say with yearning in my heart “Just look how big the water is”

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Nov 7, 2019

Nov 7, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC

B O Y

A fisher boy sits on a dock Crouched and humble he kisses his lure with a blasphemous sensuality His back in the sun bakes like bread As the mile long hands of light tenderly tan his hide His hands reel me in from my endless pit translucent strings of boy saliva and fishers thread, weaves beneath my flesh I wish to be like him Sleeveless Sexless And surrounded by wet A hook reaches me, propelled by his eyes into mine Who are you to catch me like this?? his finger in my mouth, shaped like a sickle I want to go back in my home Spaced between sky and clouds and their liquid counterpart I look to the right and see nothing anymore The left holds me not A dog barks at nothing and so do I * * * I look back to the ground, to my own body and my own *** The fisher-boy now distant and unknowing casts his hook. He does not look at me. I call up my friend later, and send them a picture of a lake And say with yearning in my heart “Just look how big the water is”

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