adrianna-donna-may - Hello Poetry

Your hands permeate me like sick whiskey laced me down, evidence there stuck in the concrete if you'd like a look than- oh, I broke your glasses on the stairs all the better, the inside's unsightly with as many nails in the wall as strands of your hair a hook stuck in my lip, I didn't intend for it to end there

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Dec 1, 2016

Dec 1, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC

Lavender Lids

Your hands permeate me like sick whiskey laced me down, evidence there stuck in the concrete if you'd like a look than- oh, I broke your glasses on the stairs all the better, the inside's unsightly with as many nails in the wall as strands of your hair a hook stuck in my lip, I didn't intend for it to end there

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Now I know How it goes Spitting it through your teeth Viper lies hissing to me I’d rip out my eyes If it’d mean Not being a vicious rat And snapping back To see your fangs dazzling Ringing All I’m receiving Pain, deceiving **** I see harsh cement Dry heaving I eat my death in an increment Canals are ringing Feeling your skin Crawl out my neck All choked up This vermin’s a wreck Swallow it down Again, again Shame’s my crown Til I see the ground come ‘round On knees breaking Laughing, shaking To feel closer To the hell I’m making

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC

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Now I know How it goes Spitting it through your teeth Viper lies hissing to me I’d rip out my eyes If it’d mean Not being a vicious rat And snapping back To see your fangs dazzling Ringing All I’m receiving Pain, deceiving **** I see harsh cement Dry heaving I eat my death in an increment Canals are ringing Feeling your skin Crawl out my neck All choked up This vermin’s a wreck Swallow it down Again, again Shame’s my crown Til I see the ground come ‘round On knees breaking Laughing, shaking To feel closer To the hell I’m making

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Sewn yourself through not a part left that hasn't been touched by you your embroidery is lovely it colors my face it paces my hate it swallows my fate not a needle I wouldn't take by you I'm an addict, I can see that now happily inebriated by your loves cloud indited it'd be, out loud but captured close and enshroud of perfect pink dreams I'm afraid of crashing, stinging afraid all they'll be bringing pain, disconnect, heart wreaking when they canter away your pictures return new, beloved, gay I am pound again and again by delicate hands holding needle and thread love has been like a quilt where I am your mural forever colored by being your girl and you're covered hopefully I'm more than your in love drunkard

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC

Needlepoint

Sewn yourself through not a part left that hasn't been touched by you your embroidery is lovely it colors my face it paces my hate it swallows my fate not a needle I wouldn't take by you I'm an addict, I can see that now happily inebriated by your loves cloud indited it'd be, out loud but captured close and enshroud of perfect pink dreams I'm afraid of crashing, stinging afraid all they'll be bringing pain, disconnect, heart wreaking when they canter away your pictures return new, beloved, gay I am pound again and again by delicate hands holding needle and thread love has been like a quilt where I am your mural forever colored by being your girl and you're covered hopefully I'm more than your in love drunkard

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Oh my mind goodbye is what I'd like to say to leave it behind Au revoir, adios goodbye brain instead I'm saying goodbye sanity hello pleasure and pain hello to you with an intensity who pushes past my strain in my world, I'm free right before you leave and I'd drop all of my walls I'd match your aggression and passion with true devotion and happiness but truthfulness is not my strength allowing this helps my brain knowing we'd be illogical and wrong in moral is the only way I know I won't die today too often I've bought, that you feel the same. In my world there's no gravity in which the society I live in has no weight weight is him when I think of a soul so close to mine and too often I wonder if I hadn't pulled away where would we be?

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC

A Lengthy Road

Oh my mind goodbye is what I'd like to say to leave it behind Au revoir, adios goodbye brain instead I'm saying goodbye sanity hello pleasure and pain hello to you with an intensity who pushes past my strain in my world, I'm free right before you leave and I'd drop all of my walls I'd match your aggression and passion with true devotion and happiness but truthfulness is not my strength allowing this helps my brain knowing we'd be illogical and wrong in moral is the only way I know I won't die today too often I've bought, that you feel the same. In my world there's no gravity in which the society I live in has no weight weight is him when I think of a soul so close to mine and too often I wonder if I hadn't pulled away where would we be?

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My lids plume a dust that weighs like bricks but Dances as smoke does And My veins seep the wreckage as it travels through my fingertips and burns away to the tips of my ears, as a toaster would to thread Yet still a grin, hiding underground, For many years to come That would turn the dead Viciously, lovely again

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Aug 15, 2016

Aug 15, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC

Commonly cold

My lids plume a dust that weighs like bricks but Dances as smoke does And My veins seep the wreckage as it travels through my fingertips and burns away to the tips of my ears, as a toaster would to thread Yet still a grin, hiding underground, For many years to come That would turn the dead Viciously, lovely again

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Another night gone by My lashes count the time a flutter from my lids to break the weeping distance and see if you're still alive only still you lay by my side I think I'd like to be kissed by you Unmoving right, so near A hush here, a zzz there Your lips agape asleep I fear I feel it in my throat a child's cry for another nights gone by I've been painted blue my thoughts ajar, quite through from ol'-lonesomes-bite Physically you're near as my eyes devour light A bright firefly is sad without a summer night As I am thoroughly too I think I'd like to be kissed by you To bed again, clothes off I knew You fall giving a sleepy sigh You travel away, but in the same Room alone and bare am I I think I'd like to be kissed by you but gone is the bright firefly And then I'm painted blue For another nights gone by

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Aug 7, 2016

Aug 7, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC

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Another night gone by My lashes count the time a flutter from my lids to break the weeping distance and see if you're still alive only still you lay by my side I think I'd like to be kissed by you Unmoving right, so near A hush here, a zzz there Your lips agape asleep I fear I feel it in my throat a child's cry for another nights gone by I've been painted blue my thoughts ajar, quite through from ol'-lonesomes-bite Physically you're near as my eyes devour light A bright firefly is sad without a summer night As I am thoroughly too I think I'd like to be kissed by you To bed again, clothes off I knew You fall giving a sleepy sigh You travel away, but in the same Room alone and bare am I I think I'd like to be kissed by you but gone is the bright firefly And then I'm painted blue For another nights gone by

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Everyday had been a spoonful of you Now all the nights, weeks An aftertaste, sweetly, almost The white dots left in my vision They haunt, they ring Occasionally an after image A bright salmon, an almost mermaid Flicks it's silver in my eye I'll turn, but as quick as a fly The sweetness is gone Left to die

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC

Dry eyes

Everyday had been a spoonful of you Now all the nights, weeks An aftertaste, sweetly, almost The white dots left in my vision They haunt, they ring Occasionally an after image A bright salmon, an almost mermaid Flicks it's silver in my eye I'll turn, but as quick as a fly The sweetness is gone Left to die

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What it'd be to be the same cup of tea and poured so thoroughly for all the world to see What it'd be to be sought and enjoyed rather than looked through tainted and destroyed colored glasses, decidedly annoyed people fix me irritated glances I'm not a crowd pleaser and alone viewed as bitter I'm sorry I'm not your cup of tea if you see a quiter then a bitter quiter has to be me What it'd be to not even be me maybe instead from a mint brewery then my demeanor would appear brighter, cleaner but not to you achu achu appearances never faze to blue until that brew adieus What it'd be for my recipe to have been escriben so graciously near my name Instead drank ostensibly spit contemptuously and given tired out pleasantries failed to taste great piquancy no red, yellow, or blue cup's compatible dripping amenity And oh what it'd be for you to see that with the alliance with a honey bee everyone's cup of tea

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC

Tea Transparent As Bricks

What it'd be to be the same cup of tea and poured so thoroughly for all the world to see What it'd be to be sought and enjoyed rather than looked through tainted and destroyed colored glasses, decidedly annoyed people fix me irritated glances I'm not a crowd pleaser and alone viewed as bitter I'm sorry I'm not your cup of tea if you see a quiter then a bitter quiter has to be me What it'd be to not even be me maybe instead from a mint brewery then my demeanor would appear brighter, cleaner but not to you achu achu appearances never faze to blue until that brew adieus What it'd be for my recipe to have been escriben so graciously near my name Instead drank ostensibly spit contemptuously and given tired out pleasantries failed to taste great piquancy no red, yellow, or blue cup's compatible dripping amenity And oh what it'd be for you to see that with the alliance with a honey bee everyone's cup of tea

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I'd like to walk and let the sky fall Bountiful be the universes miracles That crack open my skull And paint the shattered white glass Mercilessly the fragments of the past The sacred secrets of the stars tremble and then echo Until ringing to a roar at long last I'd like to walk and let the sky fall Then gifted with courage to crack open my soul

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC

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I'd like to walk and let the sky fall Bountiful be the universes miracles That crack open my skull And paint the shattered white glass Mercilessly the fragments of the past The sacred secrets of the stars tremble and then echo Until ringing to a roar at long last I'd like to walk and let the sky fall Then gifted with courage to crack open my soul

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