alienobserver - Hello Poetry

I'm eating until I feel whole again The joy of being unconscious Has jumped right out of my chest And it hurts like I've dreamt of falling And the space you had once occupied In my heart became flowers You could have been the first wave The salt that burns the skin The grains of sand hurting my face I miss the sun in the mornings And the warmth of the touches And who am I trying to fool? I haven't been eating for days I became my own meals Yet I starve for the stars and the universe For the green in the grass and the blue In the twilights I starve for you

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

alienobserver

Skeletons

I'm eating until I feel whole again The joy of being unconscious Has jumped right out of my chest And it hurts like I've dreamt of falling And the space you had once occupied In my heart became flowers You could have been the first wave The salt that burns the skin The grains of sand hurting my face I miss the sun in the mornings And the warmth of the touches And who am I trying to fool? I haven't been eating for days I became my own meals Yet I starve for the stars and the universe For the green in the grass and the blue In the twilights I starve for you

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I'm afraid to touch in public My secret is written in bold on my forehead Three days before the full moon I gave myself the luxury to not belong Into this sensitive world of yours There's a whole charm in a victorious gaze And an entire chaos in the hair blown in the wind You can't feel jealousy in a relationship When I only think about you all the time I spread all the clues in the hallways And in my old laughters of last year But you can't read them You don't have the guts to see them

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Feb 7, 2015

Feb 7, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC

alienobserver

Just don't

I'm afraid to touch in public My secret is written in bold on my forehead Three days before the full moon I gave myself the luxury to not belong Into this sensitive world of yours There's a whole charm in a victorious gaze And an entire chaos in the hair blown in the wind You can't feel jealousy in a relationship When I only think about you all the time I spread all the clues in the hallways And in my old laughters of last year But you can't read them You don't have the guts to see them

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It's early morning And the maid hasn't even arrived yet Your morning breath And my tired eyes staring back At your final seconds of sleep We get up, speechlessly I start to make my morning tea And you pour sugar in it for me It tastes like the colour of your skin I don't even shiver anymore You're the heat inside my lungs And the golden tones of my rising suns The touch of your voice in my ears Makes me feel like I'm melting fears And I have never felt so safe By looking into one's eyes and say: "You're my entire solar system"

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC

alienobserver

Big Bang

It's early morning And the maid hasn't even arrived yet Your morning breath And my tired eyes staring back At your final seconds of sleep We get up, speechlessly I start to make my morning tea And you pour sugar in it for me It tastes like the colour of your skin I don't even shiver anymore You're the heat inside my lungs And the golden tones of my rising suns The touch of your voice in my ears Makes me feel like I'm melting fears And I have never felt so safe By looking into one's eyes and say: "You're my entire solar system"

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You said: “I’m sick of poetry. I bet the first poet was ****** But they all just copied him.” I said that Poetry wasn’t like that It was words spilling From an overfilled glass; They staggered and slurred On the page until They seemed to have a meaning. And you said: “Exactly.”

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alienobserver

Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC

merecat

Classroom Exchange

You said: “I’m sick of poetry. I bet the first poet was ****** But they all just copied him.” I said that Poetry wasn’t like that It was words spilling From an overfilled glass; They staggered and slurred On the page until They seemed to have a meaning. And you said: “Exactly.”

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and that worn out spot- third rib down, two inches to the right- where i used to tuck away all your beautiful words, that i cleaned out, scraped out, scrubbed out, bleached, rinsed, repeated until there was no more lingering after burn of the things that used to call it home has finally started to cool. i am waiting for my wings to remember that they had a purpose before you, that they do not need to be licked or pampered before they are functional again. i am a hot air balloon, a lily pad, a new moon. **** you for ever having made me think i could be anything less.

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alienobserver

Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

megan-grace

moose

and that worn out spot- third rib down, two inches to the right- where i used to tuck away all your beautiful words, that i cleaned out, scraped out, scrubbed out, bleached, rinsed, repeated until there was no more lingering after burn of the things that used to call it home has finally started to cool. i am waiting for my wings to remember that they had a purpose before you, that they do not need to be licked or pampered before they are functional again. i am a hot air balloon, a lily pad, a new moon. **** you for ever having made me think i could be anything less.

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I think I'm starting to get The reaction of our bodies to the rain The way our fingerprints seem to change When there's no light to understand What's really good or just a sin How easy it is to write in other tongue To spit your feelings in sentences That don't belong to your mouth Nor to your bones Read what I feel not in words Read me for I am another soul Trapped in a foreign body

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Oct 25, 2014

Oct 25, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

alienobserver

The taste in my tongue

I think I'm starting to get The reaction of our bodies to the rain The way our fingerprints seem to change When there's no light to understand What's really good or just a sin How easy it is to write in other tongue To spit your feelings in sentences That don't belong to your mouth Nor to your bones Read what I feel not in words Read me for I am another soul Trapped in a foreign body

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You thought I couldn't see you Hiding on the other side of the window Catching my breath Through the curtains It's in the air Green eyes looking for me Stop thinking and act as you feel Through the glass and the uncoloured I still sit at the table I still drink black coffee I still look back at the invisible I still bite my tongue Your hands and your flesh There used to be something inside You don't have to say my name I understand

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC

alienobserver

Something inside

You thought I couldn't see you Hiding on the other side of the window Catching my breath Through the curtains It's in the air Green eyes looking for me Stop thinking and act as you feel Through the glass and the uncoloured I still sit at the table I still drink black coffee I still look back at the invisible I still bite my tongue Your hands and your flesh There used to be something inside You don't have to say my name I understand

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I have to obliterate This antichrist That's always tempting me

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC

alienobserver

Landslip

I have to obliterate This antichrist That's always tempting me

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When between us used to exist only a certain letter the full correspondence the train the rails the open window a certain landscape without rocks or troughs my high heels in equilibrium the cup of water waiting for the coffee

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC

alienobserver

When between us used to exist

When between us used to exist only a certain letter the full correspondence the train the rails the open window a certain landscape without rocks or troughs my high heels in equilibrium the cup of water waiting for the coffee

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Is it really that bad To not actually Feel anything? Because those tiny verses Still express a lot That comes within And I still remember The chair you used to sit And I still remember How disengaged I used to be I feel like that chair and I Have a lot in common We are both empty After you left.

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC

alienobserver

Fogged glasses

Is it really that bad To not actually Feel anything? Because those tiny verses Still express a lot That comes within And I still remember The chair you used to sit And I still remember How disengaged I used to be I feel like that chair and I Have a lot in common We are both empty After you left.

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