aaron-apple - Hello Poetry

'Do not walk away' 'You always lie. Why would tell the truth now?' she stepped into the street got hit by Chevy Silverado It took her years to recover

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC

aaron-apple

Forgiveness

'Do not walk away' 'You always lie. Why would tell the truth now?' she stepped into the street got hit by Chevy Silverado It took her years to recover

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the fog is home to me. I close my eyes, I am still standing in Santiago Chile. business people are rushing back from the lunch break. the outside restaurants teaming with customers. I look up, the Andes Mountains are head of me a weak pink fog veils them. my mom turns to me, ‘honey, that’s pollution’ I’m glad we have the real fog back home I close my eyes, I’m flying back from Atlanta Georgia. my fellow San Franciscans and I waiting to see our home, I almost tear up. our water had gone out that Atlanta summer and I remember there wasn’t a day under 105 there. the fog looks so tasty like I would be fully refreshed and rehydrated after only one bite. I close my eyes, I’m living in Boston for five weeks. a storm passes by now and again. the east coasters complain that the fog is ruining their city’s sunny reputation. the southerners complain that summer isn’t actually there. I just smile and smoke, I love watching the smoke drift into the fog mingle, then disappear. I close my eyes I am standing in Rome my family- taking cover in a store overhang there was heavy rains and over cast , but no fog ever descended for a meet and greet on that day. I close my eyes , I am looking at the tall slender buildings in Vietnam along side the main highway of ** Chi-Man city it is overcast- the storm last night brought down a tree, crushing a poor shop with a sheet metal roof. the overcast hangs, and I am feeling a little nostalgia for home I open my eyes, I am back in the sunset district. I’m laying on my reservoir, looking out at the Pacific Ocean. the wind blows inland whatever weather on the westward horizon blows in in a couple of hours the fog sits at the horizon gathering itself up for it’s long strut to the beach and I wave to my old friend it’s good to be home.

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC

aaron-apple

the fog

the fog is home to me. I close my eyes, I am still standing in Santiago Chile. business people are rushing back from the lunch break. the outside restaurants teaming with customers. I look up, the Andes Mountains are head of me a weak pink fog veils them. my mom turns to me, ‘honey, that’s pollution’ I’m glad we have the real fog back home I close my eyes, I’m flying back from Atlanta Georgia. my fellow San Franciscans and I waiting to see our home, I almost tear up. our water had gone out that Atlanta summer and I remember there wasn’t a day under 105 there. the fog looks so tasty like I would be fully refreshed and rehydrated after only one bite. I close my eyes, I’m living in Boston for five weeks. a storm passes by now and again. the east coasters complain that the fog is ruining their city’s sunny reputation. the southerners complain that summer isn’t actually there. I just smile and smoke, I love watching the smoke drift into the fog mingle, then disappear. I close my eyes I am standing in Rome my family- taking cover in a store overhang there was heavy rains and over cast , but no fog ever descended for a meet and greet on that day. I close my eyes , I am looking at the tall slender buildings in Vietnam along side the main highway of ** Chi-Man city it is overcast- the storm last night brought down a tree, crushing a poor shop with a sheet metal roof. the overcast hangs, and I am feeling a little nostalgia for home I open my eyes, I am back in the sunset district. I’m laying on my reservoir, looking out at the Pacific Ocean. the wind blows inland whatever weather on the westward horizon blows in in a couple of hours the fog sits at the horizon gathering itself up for it’s long strut to the beach and I wave to my old friend it’s good to be home.

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the heart eros makes leaps and bounds the mind follows

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Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC

aaron-apple

love

the heart eros makes leaps and bounds the mind follows

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screaming and crying, not on the outside but soon I found it dad I found your baggie of **** the SF muni rolls past Mariposa St I did not want to believe it when I saw the make shift bongs not **** bongs how many of the ******* things do you need I know it’s big in the gay scene to smoke **** before *** but I thought you could find other ways to enjoy yourself did your new boyfriend wean you on to it I’ll ******* **** him lock me up, I have always wondered if I would like solitary you brought the make shift glass pieces to thanksgiving you don’t even live with us anymore but you brought it anyway the SF muni scoots past Wawona St guess you needed your fix guess your kids, the genetic bits of yourself, were not entertaining enough I could always think naw, I bet he is smoking hash out of those but then I found the baggie today in a long rectangular bag I found the shards I cried in horror there was room for more than 10 grams of **** in there so now I’m on the bus headed home I run from the bus stop all the way home all out sprint, hoping to run myself docile It does not work I get to the house and find a hammer I decide to unload my anger on an old wooden door laying on the side of the house I get a few good swings in before the hammer head breaks off, flying across the back yard I’m not calm yet I get to our garage door and I snap I see red, I scream my throat raw and I kick our garage door I do not expect it to cave’ but it does I feel the weight giving out against the sole of my boot for the first time today, I am winning at something I kick I see my father I kick some more I see my father’s addiction personified beneath my boot It’s face miming the expression, ‘Sorry, not sorry’ I give it one final kick and inspect my handiwork I’ll have to come back out with a different hammer to fix the door before my mom comes back home from work **** I thought I was a calmer person than this I go upstairs and pass out I want you to see my grandkids, dad you won’t be able to while on that **** I walk by or open my garage every day every day I think about how such a beautiful man could come to a place where **** is the answer

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC

aaron-apple

Dad's on Drugs

screaming and crying, not on the outside but soon I found it dad I found your baggie of **** the SF muni rolls past Mariposa St I did not want to believe it when I saw the make shift bongs not **** bongs how many of the ******* things do you need I know it’s big in the gay scene to smoke **** before *** but I thought you could find other ways to enjoy yourself did your new boyfriend wean you on to it I’ll ******* **** him lock me up, I have always wondered if I would like solitary you brought the make shift glass pieces to thanksgiving you don’t even live with us anymore but you brought it anyway the SF muni scoots past Wawona St guess you needed your fix guess your kids, the genetic bits of yourself, were not entertaining enough I could always think naw, I bet he is smoking hash out of those but then I found the baggie today in a long rectangular bag I found the shards I cried in horror there was room for more than 10 grams of **** in there so now I’m on the bus headed home I run from the bus stop all the way home all out sprint, hoping to run myself docile It does not work I get to the house and find a hammer I decide to unload my anger on an old wooden door laying on the side of the house I get a few good swings in before the hammer head breaks off, flying across the back yard I’m not calm yet I get to our garage door and I snap I see red, I scream my throat raw and I kick our garage door I do not expect it to cave’ but it does I feel the weight giving out against the sole of my boot for the first time today, I am winning at something I kick I see my father I kick some more I see my father’s addiction personified beneath my boot It’s face miming the expression, ‘Sorry, not sorry’ I give it one final kick and inspect my handiwork I’ll have to come back out with a different hammer to fix the door before my mom comes back home from work **** I thought I was a calmer person than this I go upstairs and pass out I want you to see my grandkids, dad you won’t be able to while on that **** I walk by or open my garage every day every day I think about how such a beautiful man could come to a place where **** is the answer

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she gave me a ******* on the beach so we got back together nothing changed…bullshit always comes out It’s taken some months but I'm am reptilian again not traditional ,but, there are no traditional humans. advertisers want you to think there is an average, you are different, that is how they make their money, so I sit and stare into black and smile, and think how I have been fooled I smile wide wider than I think possible the webbing of my mouth cracks I am comfortable in darkness because it is the only place I can truly meditate and grow maybe one day this will change, right now it is true I have figured the key to attractiveness; unapologetically go after what you want, period.

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC

aaron-apple

Key to Attractiveness

she gave me a ******* on the beach so we got back together nothing changed…bullshit always comes out It’s taken some months but I'm am reptilian again not traditional ,but, there are no traditional humans. advertisers want you to think there is an average, you are different, that is how they make their money, so I sit and stare into black and smile, and think how I have been fooled I smile wide wider than I think possible the webbing of my mouth cracks I am comfortable in darkness because it is the only place I can truly meditate and grow maybe one day this will change, right now it is true I have figured the key to attractiveness; unapologetically go after what you want, period.

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Quickly, I wanted to tell you something You were born in a place, you did not choose Where you are, is because of an accident So do not feel obligated to give them an inch The boss unfit to lead a workplace The politician out of touch with the common man You do not owe these men a thing for your accident Your job is to live Not to give into their demands For their profit For their pleasure For their God For their sadistic greed You are beautiful Seek likened minds -For they are your greatest assets in achieving your happiness Do not be blind -For the people, denied of the streets, are growing restless You are beautiful May the inner voice of this reading dry at least one tear If you have not heard it in a while I love you I love you and you are special I love you because you are proof that art is natural, and, It started when you were born- You are, Where ever you are, Walking, Sitting, Breathing Art

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC

aaron-apple

Quickly, I Love You

Quickly, I wanted to tell you something You were born in a place, you did not choose Where you are, is because of an accident So do not feel obligated to give them an inch The boss unfit to lead a workplace The politician out of touch with the common man You do not owe these men a thing for your accident Your job is to live Not to give into their demands For their profit For their pleasure For their God For their sadistic greed You are beautiful Seek likened minds -For they are your greatest assets in achieving your happiness Do not be blind -For the people, denied of the streets, are growing restless You are beautiful May the inner voice of this reading dry at least one tear If you have not heard it in a while I love you I love you and you are special I love you because you are proof that art is natural, and, It started when you were born- You are, Where ever you are, Walking, Sitting, Breathing Art

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We sit in a circle after In my living room I am talking How my ex who I can not help but love was ***** during this last Halloween How another girl who met another night was corned One kept watch blocked off the section of the house She was ***** by a window She could look out See the other partiers Why was this happening I cry I tell them how I feel helpless I cannot protect the women I love While I’m talking about this He is handling his **** with sick pleasure right ******* next to me I don’t know it but he is thinking about the girl last night and the ones before their screams and their blood how he had gotten away with all five It had happened to the victims before they say reporting Does Not Mean **** I don’t know it but he is thinking of his next victim My mom

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC

aaron-apple

Helpless Against ****

We sit in a circle after In my living room I am talking How my ex who I can not help but love was ***** during this last Halloween How another girl who met another night was corned One kept watch blocked off the section of the house She was ***** by a window She could look out See the other partiers Why was this happening I cry I tell them how I feel helpless I cannot protect the women I love While I’m talking about this He is handling his **** with sick pleasure right ******* next to me I don’t know it but he is thinking about the girl last night and the ones before their screams and their blood how he had gotten away with all five It had happened to the victims before they say reporting Does Not Mean **** I don’t know it but he is thinking of his next victim My mom

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Fell in love too fast... She admits that it was one sided What other relationships have I fabricated? What else is false? Have I meant nothing to everyone ,and has my mind been placing compliments in my friends mouths feeding me my daily compliments sweet psychopathic nutrients I wish I wasn't a ******* push-over sometimes I think about this as I carve a pumpkin and try not to scratch the new stitches in the back of my head I wish they were fake happy hallo-fuckin-ween

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC

aaron-apple

Too Fast

Fell in love too fast... She admits that it was one sided What other relationships have I fabricated? What else is false? Have I meant nothing to everyone ,and has my mind been placing compliments in my friends mouths feeding me my daily compliments sweet psychopathic nutrients I wish I wasn't a ******* push-over sometimes I think about this as I carve a pumpkin and try not to scratch the new stitches in the back of my head I wish they were fake happy hallo-fuckin-ween

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waiting for a broken heart to heal is like falling asleep // the more you focus on the end the more you cannot realize when the change actually occurs

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC

aaron-apple

Like Falling Asleep

waiting for a broken heart to heal is like falling asleep // the more you focus on the end the more you cannot realize when the change actually occurs

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I walk around my hundred person hot tub party and I cannot feel anything crawling through my veins alcohol takes over alone in my yellow living room full of people \\ The girls from the local apartments are here they arrive in groups of three five six sometimes in long trains of sixteen I try not to **** my pants with laughter as I hug and greet each one as they grace my home I never thought I would be this person this tongue tied host \\ the felons are here talking about their latest stints in jail the Olympian is talking about how he walked next to Lebron James at the opening ceremony the musicians are serenading a girl that does not want to hear it plastic bags have been placed over the smoke alarms the marine is talking about killing in the desert leaning on the northward wall I take a long drag of my blunt trying to look aloofly attractive , but failing miserably at the act until she walked up to me red leather jacket skin so soft binding black dress I liberated her from it and she kissed me Kissing her back emptied my inhibitions and the morning after: when I found out he was in love with her and I had slept with her; I felt alone all over again She ran when this was spoken Me and him fought with our fists nothing got resolved all of a sudden I feel isolation again just like the party leaning on the northward wall having made thirty conversations none of which compel me finally leaving me to the world that exists in my head THE ONE I CONTROL \\ I have this negative kick back whenever I feel something going too nice I just want to be in my room alone with a computer books marijuana a chair pen paper precious paradise I want to run tear my flesh off my chest rip into a heavy metal howl then have blasting music come in come in from every corner of the room the bass tones would bounce from the corners the high tones would bounce of the walls and refract rapidly and I would be gone now wondering what my position is to where they stand \\ What worlds we can mentally create and which do we want to step into Sometimes the ability is strong on Tuesdays but not on Thursdays Why the inconsistency?

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC

aaron-apple

Party For One

I walk around my hundred person hot tub party and I cannot feel anything crawling through my veins alcohol takes over alone in my yellow living room full of people \\ The girls from the local apartments are here they arrive in groups of three five six sometimes in long trains of sixteen I try not to **** my pants with laughter as I hug and greet each one as they grace my home I never thought I would be this person this tongue tied host \\ the felons are here talking about their latest stints in jail the Olympian is talking about how he walked next to Lebron James at the opening ceremony the musicians are serenading a girl that does not want to hear it plastic bags have been placed over the smoke alarms the marine is talking about killing in the desert leaning on the northward wall I take a long drag of my blunt trying to look aloofly attractive , but failing miserably at the act until she walked up to me red leather jacket skin so soft binding black dress I liberated her from it and she kissed me Kissing her back emptied my inhibitions and the morning after: when I found out he was in love with her and I had slept with her; I felt alone all over again She ran when this was spoken Me and him fought with our fists nothing got resolved all of a sudden I feel isolation again just like the party leaning on the northward wall having made thirty conversations none of which compel me finally leaving me to the world that exists in my head THE ONE I CONTROL \\ I have this negative kick back whenever I feel something going too nice I just want to be in my room alone with a computer books marijuana a chair pen paper precious paradise I want to run tear my flesh off my chest rip into a heavy metal howl then have blasting music come in come in from every corner of the room the bass tones would bounce from the corners the high tones would bounce of the walls and refract rapidly and I would be gone now wondering what my position is to where they stand \\ What worlds we can mentally create and which do we want to step into Sometimes the ability is strong on Tuesdays but not on Thursdays Why the inconsistency?

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