alaistair - Hello Poetry

Curious habit you've got, Doctor, Being proud of only parts of people. I think if I had to choose, I would want It to be my neck. My neck has My throat, you see, and out of that Comes the words you seem to be So proud of! Well, Thank you for all you've done, But thank you more For everything I've had to figure out Alone, shambling, fingers numb in early Autumn. You were never there When it mattered most: When the townsfolk came for me, Torches and hayforks outstretched-- Where were you then, Victor?

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC

Foretoken

Curious habit you've got, Doctor, Being proud of only parts of people. I think if I had to choose, I would want It to be my neck. My neck has My throat, you see, and out of that Comes the words you seem to be So proud of! Well, Thank you for all you've done, But thank you more For everything I've had to figure out Alone, shambling, fingers numb in early Autumn. You were never there When it mattered most: When the townsfolk came for me, Torches and hayforks outstretched-- Where were you then, Victor?

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I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my cells mitochondria nucleus DNA a disease) Whatever is done by me was your doing. I am never without it: I still have those poison thoughts It has taken me years to even begin to unlearn. I cannot let anyone in. They might trace their hand along The parlor wall of my heart And find it bare of pictures. I liked my body when it was with your body; Now it is a crying naked thing, Bare in the wrong ways, Muscles shouting, thousandfold nerves Screaming, crying, loud. You flayed me open so skillfully, Parted flesh from firm-smooth bone With your words sweet like grave goods(I carry it in my heart) So I am soil I have reclaimed From your charred earth policy. I am undead: alive again With the tomb all open so quite new. You must not have known: Burning it down only makes it grow back angry. I carry your heart with me(I carry it heavy head lead weight round my neck etched into my synapses ground into the layers of my skin like sand from a broken hourglass wailing and gnashing of teeth)

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC

Like a book elegantly bound

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my cells mitochondria nucleus DNA a disease) Whatever is done by me was your doing. I am never without it: I still have those poison thoughts It has taken me years to even begin to unlearn. I cannot let anyone in. They might trace their hand along The parlor wall of my heart And find it bare of pictures. I liked my body when it was with your body; Now it is a crying naked thing, Bare in the wrong ways, Muscles shouting, thousandfold nerves Screaming, crying, loud. You flayed me open so skillfully, Parted flesh from firm-smooth bone With your words sweet like grave goods(I carry it in my heart) So I am soil I have reclaimed From your charred earth policy. I am undead: alive again With the tomb all open so quite new. You must not have known: Burning it down only makes it grow back angry. I carry your heart with me(I carry it heavy head lead weight round my neck etched into my synapses ground into the layers of my skin like sand from a broken hourglass wailing and gnashing of teeth)

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like pigeons around any fountain in rome i ran away from you at first, instinctively, because i knew that you were larger, stronger, a natural predator but because of the bread crumbs you scattered on the ground for me to pick at i overpowered my urge to flee and i came back anyway

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC

and i wrote you a letter for every day i was gone

like pigeons around any fountain in rome i ran away from you at first, instinctively, because i knew that you were larger, stronger, a natural predator but because of the bread crumbs you scattered on the ground for me to pick at i overpowered my urge to flee and i came back anyway

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step one: you must realize that villains are the protagonists of their own stories; ergo, everything does revolve around you. you really are not worthless. why should you care what the people trying to overthrow you think? step two: use your anger to create. step three: or use it to destroy. step four: allow yourself to feel. allow yourself to hide. you are not wrong for shining in the light or for shying from it. step five: you must realize that this too shall pass. in one thousand years louisiana will be underwater and new landmasses will rise from the sea like individual venuses. geologic time will march on, inescapably slowly, on clocks you cannot read, regardless of you. we are still only in the holocene era. the universe doesn't care how many times you try; the universe doesn't care if you try; but someone has to, and i believe it should be you. on the word-a-day desk calendar of existence, humans only arrived on earth on the last minute of december thirty-first: whatever pain you're feeling is temporary.

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Jul 4, 2014

Jul 4, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC

how to deal with your debilitating feelings of adolescent worthlessness

step one: you must realize that villains are the protagonists of their own stories; ergo, everything does revolve around you. you really are not worthless. why should you care what the people trying to overthrow you think? step two: use your anger to create. step three: or use it to destroy. step four: allow yourself to feel. allow yourself to hide. you are not wrong for shining in the light or for shying from it. step five: you must realize that this too shall pass. in one thousand years louisiana will be underwater and new landmasses will rise from the sea like individual venuses. geologic time will march on, inescapably slowly, on clocks you cannot read, regardless of you. we are still only in the holocene era. the universe doesn't care how many times you try; the universe doesn't care if you try; but someone has to, and i believe it should be you. on the word-a-day desk calendar of existence, humans only arrived on earth on the last minute of december thirty-first: whatever pain you're feeling is temporary.

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my heart beats to the thrum of the surf on the hull the rain patters on the slats of the ribs in my back water everywhere and i would drink it all

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Jun 8, 2014

Jun 8, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC

pirate king no. 2

my heart beats to the thrum of the surf on the hull the rain patters on the slats of the ribs in my back water everywhere and i would drink it all

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my eyes are like the ocean-- not stormy or gray-green-- full of dead things and like a rip current

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

pirate king no. 1

my eyes are like the ocean-- not stormy or gray-green-- full of dead things and like a rip current

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you could be my time machine. i think of you and i am instantly transported to another time and place. if i think about it hard enough, i start to think about how, once upon a time, our shadows were practically sewn together. we could have been lost boys.

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC

verdigris no. V

you could be my time machine. i think of you and i am instantly transported to another time and place. if i think about it hard enough, i start to think about how, once upon a time, our shadows were practically sewn together. we could have been lost boys.

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i wanna split my knuckles punching you in the teeth so that a part of me will remain on your lips

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Nov 10, 2013

Nov 10, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC

in spades no. 1

i wanna split my knuckles punching you in the teeth so that a part of me will remain on your lips

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tengo un monstruo en mi cuerpo él es muy pequeño pero él echa una sombra muy grande

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC

ansiedad

tengo un monstruo en mi cuerpo él es muy pequeño pero él echa una sombra muy grande

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quand je porte mes chaussures rouges converse comme si j'étais de nouveau un jeune garçon à l'école avec nos amis je veux être dans une aéroplane au-dessus de chicago mais seulement avec toi

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Nov 1, 2013

Nov 1, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC

verdigris no. IV

quand je porte mes chaussures rouges converse comme si j'étais de nouveau un jeune garçon à l'école avec nos amis je veux être dans une aéroplane au-dessus de chicago mais seulement avec toi

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