aeriuu - Hello Poetry

You told me Baby, I’ll ruin you. I said Don’t play with fire.

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Jul 5, 2018

Jul 5, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC

You told me Baby, I’ll ruin you. I said Don’t play with fire.

I haven’t learnt to breath fire yet So it sits in my chest, pressing against my ribcage, searing the flesh around my heart Hot tongues lick up the inside of my throat, burning my words as they come up, blackening them beyond recognition You put this burning snake inside me And choose to blame me for burning too

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC

ii.

I haven’t learnt to breath fire yet So it sits in my chest, pressing against my ribcage, searing the flesh around my heart Hot tongues lick up the inside of my throat, burning my words as they come up, blackening them beyond recognition You put this burning snake inside me And choose to blame me for burning too

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You left a burning snake That coils itself at the base of my gut Snorting smoke that travels up inside me Fills my lungs and chokes me Until I learn to breathe fire So I can destroy you with your own devices

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC

i.

You left a burning snake That coils itself at the base of my gut Snorting smoke that travels up inside me Fills my lungs and chokes me Until I learn to breathe fire So I can destroy you with your own devices

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You tell her I’m crazy Because I told her how you slid your hands up the insides of my thighs the day you were planning to see her Because I told her how your lips tasted the day you had dinner with her parents Because I told her how you looked between my legs the day you told her you loved her You tell her I’m crazy Because you had me and wanted her You tell her I’m crazy Because I found out

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC

Crazy

You tell her I’m crazy Because I told her how you slid your hands up the insides of my thighs the day you were planning to see her Because I told her how your lips tasted the day you had dinner with her parents Because I told her how you looked between my legs the day you told her you loved her You tell her I’m crazy Because you had me and wanted her You tell her I’m crazy Because I found out

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I am sorry to my body But my spirit was not strong enough

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC

fin.

I am sorry to my body But my spirit was not strong enough

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This is how I die Not by poison, by blade, by bullet or by fault No big exit, no trumpet, no serenade or fall Just you, yourself, left ingrained in my veins Your absence, your silence, is killing me again.

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Jun 27, 2017

Jun 27, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC

One

This is how I die Not by poison, by blade, by bullet or by fault No big exit, no trumpet, no serenade or fall Just you, yourself, left ingrained in my veins Your absence, your silence, is killing me again.

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I like the small things in life. I like the smell of sweat on our skin after being out I like the smell of rain in the mornings and the feel of it pattering on the top of my head I like late nights and early mornings, burning my candle at both ends I like putting on makeup and feeling like a girl But I like wearing baggy clothes and my hair up and feeling lazy too I like people's faces; I like crooked noses and thick eyelashes I like thick hair and crooked smiles I like sunrises and sunsets I like thunder and lighting I like sleeping in and waking early I like mornings before the world has woken up; I like nights after the world has gone to sleep I like life, and everything that comes with it But you should always appreciate the small things in life Because life without these things wouldn't be life at all

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC

Small Things

I like the small things in life. I like the smell of sweat on our skin after being out I like the smell of rain in the mornings and the feel of it pattering on the top of my head I like late nights and early mornings, burning my candle at both ends I like putting on makeup and feeling like a girl But I like wearing baggy clothes and my hair up and feeling lazy too I like people's faces; I like crooked noses and thick eyelashes I like thick hair and crooked smiles I like sunrises and sunsets I like thunder and lighting I like sleeping in and waking early I like mornings before the world has woken up; I like nights after the world has gone to sleep I like life, and everything that comes with it But you should always appreciate the small things in life Because life without these things wouldn't be life at all

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Will you fall in love with my words? I know you're not a stranger to deceit but perhaps we're already past that milestone. It's been years, won't you come on over? It's like the drip drop pattering of rain on a dreary Monday when the glass of your windows is covered in tears that fell from the sky and you've never felt more alive than this, that the night When we first met as equals and you were no better than me I could trace your life down your jaw and your smile by your eyes and hear your hurt in your laugh What is it? When you feel like this? When your heart knocks against your ribcage and you're filled with relentless ecstasy And your handles tremble like leaves in autumn and your eyes dart around anywhere other than where your eyes are pulled To seek out your fragile soul, buried deep inside you And twist out the slow deliberate movements as I brush away something from your face But that's all there is. That's just it. What is it? Surely not love. We could never love.

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC

What Is It?

Will you fall in love with my words? I know you're not a stranger to deceit but perhaps we're already past that milestone. It's been years, won't you come on over? It's like the drip drop pattering of rain on a dreary Monday when the glass of your windows is covered in tears that fell from the sky and you've never felt more alive than this, that the night When we first met as equals and you were no better than me I could trace your life down your jaw and your smile by your eyes and hear your hurt in your laugh What is it? When you feel like this? When your heart knocks against your ribcage and you're filled with relentless ecstasy And your handles tremble like leaves in autumn and your eyes dart around anywhere other than where your eyes are pulled To seek out your fragile soul, buried deep inside you And twist out the slow deliberate movements as I brush away something from your face But that's all there is. That's just it. What is it? Surely not love. We could never love.

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Someday we'll all be dead And we'll be sitting in our graves wondering where the time went It's no so much a problem; it's just a shame when you realised How many wasted opportunities passed you by and you didn't blink an eye Take the cute guy opposite you for example You let him just walk away With a thousand possible outcomes from one word, "hello" But maybe in a parallel universe, an alternate reality, you ran off the train with him And just took a chance And maybe you wouldn't be lying in a grave regretting The boy with the blue eyes opposite you on the train

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC

Blue Eyed Boy

Someday we'll all be dead And we'll be sitting in our graves wondering where the time went It's no so much a problem; it's just a shame when you realised How many wasted opportunities passed you by and you didn't blink an eye Take the cute guy opposite you for example You let him just walk away With a thousand possible outcomes from one word, "hello" But maybe in a parallel universe, an alternate reality, you ran off the train with him And just took a chance And maybe you wouldn't be lying in a grave regretting The boy with the blue eyes opposite you on the train

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Words are uncatchable, fleeting Soft and sharp To heal your wounds and break your heart They can be smoothed and polished to perfection Or sharpened to create a deadly perforation Make them shimmer and glitter like sparks of light Or cast a gloom of perpetual night Weave them, hold them, string them up Taint them, paint them, but never use them up They can be cold and cruel and hard and dark And kind and warm and bind our hearts They're twistable, kissable, catchings of glee Embrodiery in the mighty world tree Enhancements which dull the melancholy humm Of work and stress and all things dumb I'll use them, abuse them, fill them with me Pay people with words and words with seas Of amazing knowledge and words of grandeur They'll always be rich and never be poor Words are my forte, my intricate strength But for you, I have no words left.

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC

Words

Words are uncatchable, fleeting Soft and sharp To heal your wounds and break your heart They can be smoothed and polished to perfection Or sharpened to create a deadly perforation Make them shimmer and glitter like sparks of light Or cast a gloom of perpetual night Weave them, hold them, string them up Taint them, paint them, but never use them up They can be cold and cruel and hard and dark And kind and warm and bind our hearts They're twistable, kissable, catchings of glee Embrodiery in the mighty world tree Enhancements which dull the melancholy humm Of work and stress and all things dumb I'll use them, abuse them, fill them with me Pay people with words and words with seas Of amazing knowledge and words of grandeur They'll always be rich and never be poor Words are my forte, my intricate strength But for you, I have no words left.

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