al-grant-1 - Hello Poetry

Your words left an imprint, like a slap or a grip of a hand. red streaks, and then, the swollen pain. I think I’m delicate yet, I don’t want you to change. I'm addicted to your highs Even more so, by the plummet of your lows; before and -after.

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Aug 24, 2020

Aug 24, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC

cycles

Your words left an imprint, like a slap or a grip of a hand. red streaks, and then, the swollen pain. I think I’m delicate yet, I don’t want you to change. I'm addicted to your highs Even more so, by the plummet of your lows; before and -after.

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let me indulge in these fantasies alternate realities where I’m happy. The best version of me, that’s what I want to be

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Jun 29, 2020

Jun 29, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC

Cherries

let me indulge in these fantasies alternate realities where I’m happy. The best version of me, that’s what I want to be

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On my lowest days thoughts of you are always there to stay I tried to replace you with heartbreak or anything else But you're always there to stay. Sometimes I wonder if you think of me. Would you imagine me older? Or do you only remember a little girl, back to when you stole my innocence And inserted yourself into my memories; Always there to stay. Always there to remind me.

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May 18, 2020

May 18, 2020 at 9:10 AM UTC

Repercussions

On my lowest days thoughts of you are always there to stay I tried to replace you with heartbreak or anything else But you're always there to stay. Sometimes I wonder if you think of me. Would you imagine me older? Or do you only remember a little girl, back to when you stole my innocence And inserted yourself into my memories; Always there to stay. Always there to remind me.

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As a child, enthralled by smoke my mind-controlled by the chief priest of vestal virgins to guard over the fire sentenced to keep the flame and its elements remain in Perpetuum. it goes away, but like cancer it came back; into my soul. The gate of irony came crashing in after celebratory kisses from Himeros, and flows of Smirnoff Now with age after a couple of decades mists, clouds, and storms are puffing out my mouth — and nose.

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC

Compulsion

As a child, enthralled by smoke my mind-controlled by the chief priest of vestal virgins to guard over the fire sentenced to keep the flame and its elements remain in Perpetuum. it goes away, but like cancer it came back; into my soul. The gate of irony came crashing in after celebratory kisses from Himeros, and flows of Smirnoff Now with age after a couple of decades mists, clouds, and storms are puffing out my mouth — and nose.

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In my mind, you design your poems to cede my mundane soul. if so, I want to let you know you’ve succeeded your goal 65 euros spent for a week’s worth of **** And I sit here on the weekend trying to read; really, really liking you, my Kings and Queens.

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May 15, 2020

May 15, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC

To -you

In my mind, you design your poems to cede my mundane soul. if so, I want to let you know you’ve succeeded your goal 65 euros spent for a week’s worth of **** And I sit here on the weekend trying to read; really, really liking you, my Kings and Queens.

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Maybe it’s not your fault How my heart felt under assault; When you leave me in dismay, every time you stay. To that default silence When you play your games with friends, with voice louder than my empty thoughts while I sit next to you —and empty spaces. While I feel my heart turning solid, slowly, wholly. And then the dynamic shifts, sometimes for a few minutes When you talk yourself away, recalling the great things you’ve endured back in the days; while I listen, laugh, and mewl. But slowly, the tiny red soldiers are back running amok; marching towards my congealed heart Maybe it’s not your fault How I always feel deprived of attention How I always feel insufficient How you always make me stay when you’re lonely The air between us so thin, yet I’m going astray —forcing the ashtray to weigh more, more, and more! The flare on my lips heavy Grounding me with gravity, through the cloudy air my body numb, my mind the calm sea of: lousy despair. You liked me perfectly; more, and - more, and more! Until I was the cement wall that you adored. And I would ask you questions But you would answer with mind elsewhere and empty stares pricking my heart to a halt.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC

So I Suppose It’s My fault

Maybe it’s not your fault How my heart felt under assault; When you leave me in dismay, every time you stay. To that default silence When you play your games with friends, with voice louder than my empty thoughts while I sit next to you —and empty spaces. While I feel my heart turning solid, slowly, wholly. And then the dynamic shifts, sometimes for a few minutes When you talk yourself away, recalling the great things you’ve endured back in the days; while I listen, laugh, and mewl. But slowly, the tiny red soldiers are back running amok; marching towards my congealed heart Maybe it’s not your fault How I always feel deprived of attention How I always feel insufficient How you always make me stay when you’re lonely The air between us so thin, yet I’m going astray —forcing the ashtray to weigh more, more, and more! The flare on my lips heavy Grounding me with gravity, through the cloudy air my body numb, my mind the calm sea of: lousy despair. You liked me perfectly; more, and - more, and more! Until I was the cement wall that you adored. And I would ask you questions But you would answer with mind elsewhere and empty stares pricking my heart to a halt.

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I couldn’t reciprocate what my heart has been humming — “I have been waiting for you my entire life” For I am tired and at a discontent. Seeking solace only from knowing that we are special and just apart, But it catches on my throat like cotton, And I know you’d be frightened. As terrified as Poe to when he trembles over the rapping, rapping sound from the raven. Murmuring: “darkness there and nothing more”

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC

Sad story of Mr. Cambacérès

I couldn’t reciprocate what my heart has been humming — “I have been waiting for you my entire life” For I am tired and at a discontent. Seeking solace only from knowing that we are special and just apart, But it catches on my throat like cotton, And I know you’d be frightened. As terrified as Poe to when he trembles over the rapping, rapping sound from the raven. Murmuring: “darkness there and nothing more”

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in my long prairie white dress with my fist clenched on my chest I shut my eyes as I try to discern a way out of this maze, I'm entrenched. No one can compare to how you move, blessed with grace A sliver scent of paradise air Causing me to pulsate everywhere Hear my screams, cries, and moans It is you I need I have long coveted in perpetual carnal longing The center of me burning shaking, quivering Your perfect undulating form is making me swirl and twirl in abyss My **** hard, riveted by you, as it throbs the center of me spreading the burn aching, begging for you to relieve me please… I don’t think I can endure this pure pulsating yearn this fluttering emptiness and heartburn feeling unsatisfied, insatiable, barren — and worn-out full maximum Say you want me too. please… Say you want me too Say you desire me, as half of the beauty of the world is in you And I cannot compare Even just to your stare.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC

Yusuf

in my long prairie white dress with my fist clenched on my chest I shut my eyes as I try to discern a way out of this maze, I'm entrenched. No one can compare to how you move, blessed with grace A sliver scent of paradise air Causing me to pulsate everywhere Hear my screams, cries, and moans It is you I need I have long coveted in perpetual carnal longing The center of me burning shaking, quivering Your perfect undulating form is making me swirl and twirl in abyss My **** hard, riveted by you, as it throbs the center of me spreading the burn aching, begging for you to relieve me please… I don’t think I can endure this pure pulsating yearn this fluttering emptiness and heartburn feeling unsatisfied, insatiable, barren — and worn-out full maximum Say you want me too. please… Say you want me too Say you desire me, as half of the beauty of the world is in you And I cannot compare Even just to your stare.

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