almostalive - Hello Poetry

You envelop me As if i'm a cup with a knocked off handle i fit into Your velocity Some unknown fingers stacked us into the same cabinet The one used for the fancy kitchenware The kind they would crack out when they want to impress So i pray that they're not vapid as that After all the greatest of virtues is depth If they open this godforsaken shelf They'll notice the flaws i carry on myself Cracked rim and a missing grip Damage that even self-love couldn't strip Love is always more potent when coming from another heart Porcelain is not as supple as a self-sustaining cat That can lick the lumps of dirt from her wounded back apart i heard that mangled cups go to waste But i swear that i will tear through the trashbag and Piece By Piece Or shard By Shard Crawl back between Your smooth curves Your fingers on my face trace sharp swerves The heat radiating from your nail beds Soothes my vision of all possible reds And i revel in your medicine i desperately need to heal Your ceramic skin is an effective insulator The blisters i give You only urge your loving to grow greater You don't seem to care that i don't have a handle to protect You from the scalding bitter tea That washes up at my rim like the sea No,You accept the imprint of my hellishly heated wounds onto You

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC

Eulogy for a God of a handle-less cup

You envelop me As if i'm a cup with a knocked off handle i fit into Your velocity Some unknown fingers stacked us into the same cabinet The one used for the fancy kitchenware The kind they would crack out when they want to impress So i pray that they're not vapid as that After all the greatest of virtues is depth If they open this godforsaken shelf They'll notice the flaws i carry on myself Cracked rim and a missing grip Damage that even self-love couldn't strip Love is always more potent when coming from another heart Porcelain is not as supple as a self-sustaining cat That can lick the lumps of dirt from her wounded back apart i heard that mangled cups go to waste But i swear that i will tear through the trashbag and Piece By Piece Or shard By Shard Crawl back between Your smooth curves Your fingers on my face trace sharp swerves The heat radiating from your nail beds Soothes my vision of all possible reds And i revel in your medicine i desperately need to heal Your ceramic skin is an effective insulator The blisters i give You only urge your loving to grow greater You don't seem to care that i don't have a handle to protect You from the scalding bitter tea That washes up at my rim like the sea No,You accept the imprint of my hellishly heated wounds onto You

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Slavery is making a comeback Nobody seems to mind the setback The return in democracy Just fill out the needed bureaucracy And you too can become aristrocracy Aristocracy of fake renown But real blood drips down the gown Sewn by tiny hands Childhood drips away like sands On hollow lands Polyester,viscose,elastane Half-hearted activism doesn't banish the bloodstain Where went all the abolitionists? It seems we need a lecture on what free volition is And a demonstration of how embedded abjectness is Have we ever abolitioned this? Seems that history books all live in a bliss Place to place it's either hit or miss Will we ever get rid of this abiding abyss? Freedom is just a make-believe kiss

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Nov 24, 2024

Nov 24, 2024 at 8:12 AM UTC

Have we ever ended it?

Slavery is making a comeback Nobody seems to mind the setback The return in democracy Just fill out the needed bureaucracy And you too can become aristrocracy Aristocracy of fake renown But real blood drips down the gown Sewn by tiny hands Childhood drips away like sands On hollow lands Polyester,viscose,elastane Half-hearted activism doesn't banish the bloodstain Where went all the abolitionists? It seems we need a lecture on what free volition is And a demonstration of how embedded abjectness is Have we ever abolitioned this? Seems that history books all live in a bliss Place to place it's either hit or miss Will we ever get rid of this abiding abyss? Freedom is just a make-believe kiss

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Can you hear the sound of nothing? Floating over your spine,creeping It hovers like love Sings in the sky like a dove Does nothing fulfill your desires? Is just the promise enough? A covenant of screeching tires And flowers shatteringly though Will you let me wrap you in it up? Our bodies hid under the forest floor Our stomachs filled with death cup We died without a single sore Because we'd rather wilt Than keep our union split In the fault of knuckles thigtening on the hilt They,who force their threats to hit But I want You to know that i would rather die than live without your kiss!

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Nov 23, 2024

Nov 23, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC

Death as an act of love

Can you hear the sound of nothing? Floating over your spine,creeping It hovers like love Sings in the sky like a dove Does nothing fulfill your desires? Is just the promise enough? A covenant of screeching tires And flowers shatteringly though Will you let me wrap you in it up? Our bodies hid under the forest floor Our stomachs filled with death cup We died without a single sore Because we'd rather wilt Than keep our union split In the fault of knuckles thigtening on the hilt They,who force their threats to hit But I want You to know that i would rather die than live without your kiss!

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Only in the harshest of heart-aches You feel the peace over-takes Like jumping into the deepest of lakes Over-simply put You need a suffering input To clean your lungs of soot It is a sardonic paradox Pain plants a backwards Pandora's box Into the landscape of Nox

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Nov 22, 2024

Nov 22, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC

The inner workings of tranquility

Only in the harshest of heart-aches You feel the peace over-takes Like jumping into the deepest of lakes Over-simply put You need a suffering input To clean your lungs of soot It is a sardonic paradox Pain plants a backwards Pandora's box Into the landscape of Nox

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All I seem to remember Are the hollow eyes Peeking from behind damp walls Walls dripping with misery and the cold winters day In a land where no flowers break through the heavy clay Even though they try their best The beast always catches them at the stem Tears the blossoms out in calm rage The feeling sold by its empty eyes Like a useless spy Wandering the streets sick with smoke And liquor Under starfull skies Praying to God for a comet To yell my wish at: “Oh,to be more than just a clump of cells and flesh and bones Patching together my soul Creating something mine The only thing I can call so“ Because I know each breach carved with the steady occupation I could lead your hands into the gaps dug by My litospheric plates moving shifting colliding Far too soon Now I have forests and mountain ranges Peeking out of my veins Spreading the dark ecosystem of my mind I can feel the frost and the gloom biting trough my skin The fog covering my every inch Fangs dangerously close to bones The only part clean of the parasites Unlike my tunnel-disrupted skin The penetrated veins sticking out of it Slowly decaying away While my heart fills my leaking body with new blood Sisyphean effort The life that goes to waste But stains the flesh a vibrant red My half-alive corpse The only thing radiant on this grey lifeless street The monster slowly kneels down to my side Pierces its talon through my bone Sells me to death Leaves my core to rot Defeating its defences like an unknown weapon Injecting terror into the cold white stuff tangled around my heart stuck around my veins It sets me onto fire Letting its own creation burn For the sake of its pleasures As the luscious woods burn to just skeletons and dust The hollow eyes filling with the shadows of the light As it snarls A twisted caricature of a smile

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Nov 12, 2024

Nov 12, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC

The Parasiting Beast

All I seem to remember Are the hollow eyes Peeking from behind damp walls Walls dripping with misery and the cold winters day In a land where no flowers break through the heavy clay Even though they try their best The beast always catches them at the stem Tears the blossoms out in calm rage The feeling sold by its empty eyes Like a useless spy Wandering the streets sick with smoke And liquor Under starfull skies Praying to God for a comet To yell my wish at: “Oh,to be more than just a clump of cells and flesh and bones Patching together my soul Creating something mine The only thing I can call so“ Because I know each breach carved with the steady occupation I could lead your hands into the gaps dug by My litospheric plates moving shifting colliding Far too soon Now I have forests and mountain ranges Peeking out of my veins Spreading the dark ecosystem of my mind I can feel the frost and the gloom biting trough my skin The fog covering my every inch Fangs dangerously close to bones The only part clean of the parasites Unlike my tunnel-disrupted skin The penetrated veins sticking out of it Slowly decaying away While my heart fills my leaking body with new blood Sisyphean effort The life that goes to waste But stains the flesh a vibrant red My half-alive corpse The only thing radiant on this grey lifeless street The monster slowly kneels down to my side Pierces its talon through my bone Sells me to death Leaves my core to rot Defeating its defences like an unknown weapon Injecting terror into the cold white stuff tangled around my heart stuck around my veins It sets me onto fire Letting its own creation burn For the sake of its pleasures As the luscious woods burn to just skeletons and dust The hollow eyes filling with the shadows of the light As it snarls A twisted caricature of a smile

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