alyse-m-king - Hello Poetry

Please assume the assumption I might possess poor word choices. Clichés and Redundancies A must while Buzzing Metaphors Echo around your head Reverberating nouns Excuse me While I replay my loves Like Romeo and Juliet, How It Should Have Been’s, Turned Tragic Ending. Two cups Darjeeling Makes a meal With untouched coffee The likes of which drain My sanity at this hour Is maybe abnormally Low leveled or flat lined Just below that one place, You know the one, On the way out of town If you cross the Bridge of Hope You’ve gone too far And if and when The memories turn Rolling through the lost Darkened corridors Remember that tonight You will not fear the dark Or it’s all encompassing Lack of glow I wonder off the deep end To lie by your smell Swirling shower steam Kaleidoscopes neurons Twisting just enough to ache In that small pocket spot My soul saved for you Before the time Of any rational thought Warping paragraphs In a most pitiful attempt To explain the unseen All dances out Across pages Cryptically bound By poetry

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Jul 1, 2012

Jul 1, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC

Poet

Please assume the assumption I might possess poor word choices. Clichés and Redundancies A must while Buzzing Metaphors Echo around your head Reverberating nouns Excuse me While I replay my loves Like Romeo and Juliet, How It Should Have Been’s, Turned Tragic Ending. Two cups Darjeeling Makes a meal With untouched coffee The likes of which drain My sanity at this hour Is maybe abnormally Low leveled or flat lined Just below that one place, You know the one, On the way out of town If you cross the Bridge of Hope You’ve gone too far And if and when The memories turn Rolling through the lost Darkened corridors Remember that tonight You will not fear the dark Or it’s all encompassing Lack of glow I wonder off the deep end To lie by your smell Swirling shower steam Kaleidoscopes neurons Twisting just enough to ache In that small pocket spot My soul saved for you Before the time Of any rational thought Warping paragraphs In a most pitiful attempt To explain the unseen All dances out Across pages Cryptically bound By poetry

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At night, I paint my secrets Lemon and Cobalt: Sour for the flavor, Sharp consonants For the pain. Hoping When they mix They form a shade Green as growth, And bright as day.

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Apr 13, 2012

Apr 13, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC

Sour Consonants

At night, I paint my secrets Lemon and Cobalt: Sour for the flavor, Sharp consonants For the pain. Hoping When they mix They form a shade Green as growth, And bright as day.

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Last night I dreamed My life as a comic book. An intermingled mess, Those who have not read Every single issue, Cannot begin to know. A brightly colored spectrum Of unexpected blows. Amidst all the villian’s Unrelenting throws Of powers no more Than planting The seeds of self doubt, I stood armed to fall. As each seed landed Upon my head, I fell to watch Each punch line Read only “Bam!” and “Kapow!”. The plot never thickened And never came to save me. In a story from the villan’s head, Perpetually trapped Until the hero returned to write her portion of my tale. As the seeds grew Into absolute fear, A twisted feeling Took hold of my gut. Who is the antagonist and who the protagonist?

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Mar 31, 2012

Mar 31, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC

Superhero

Last night I dreamed My life as a comic book. An intermingled mess, Those who have not read Every single issue, Cannot begin to know. A brightly colored spectrum Of unexpected blows. Amidst all the villian’s Unrelenting throws Of powers no more Than planting The seeds of self doubt, I stood armed to fall. As each seed landed Upon my head, I fell to watch Each punch line Read only “Bam!” and “Kapow!”. The plot never thickened And never came to save me. In a story from the villan’s head, Perpetually trapped Until the hero returned to write her portion of my tale. As the seeds grew Into absolute fear, A twisted feeling Took hold of my gut. Who is the antagonist and who the protagonist?

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Words do not appeal Though I know how well they heal. Searching for some sedation For this lack of inspiration; A crucial sense of thought Seems something I haven’t got. A blur and a whirl of sound, Idling ‘round and ‘round, Lost for what to say With little to display. So I scrounge and search To muster a tiny lurch; I lunge in any direction, Searching for the connection Between what is real And how I feel.

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Mar 31, 2012

Mar 31, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC

Writer’s Block

Words do not appeal Though I know how well they heal. Searching for some sedation For this lack of inspiration; A crucial sense of thought Seems something I haven’t got. A blur and a whirl of sound, Idling ‘round and ‘round, Lost for what to say With little to display. So I scrounge and search To muster a tiny lurch; I lunge in any direction, Searching for the connection Between what is real And how I feel.

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when do we lose our childlike enthusiasm? where did we drop the need for fresh air and imagination while picking up habits and challenges? trees to climb swings to grasp sunrays to catch when do we lose the ability to be oblivious? when do we start to notice the dirt and stink instead of the light and amusement? how easily we are trained to despise bugs, snow, ***** dishes and dusty living rooms. things once enjoyed or unseen attack the mind from immeasurable angles. when does a sense of lost time begin? where did we lose a sense of inner peace and simply being in the panic of a lost day? errands to run houses to clean lost sleep to find when do we learn to draw the lines of priorities? when do we start to feel exhaustion and ache instead of exhilaration and glee? how simple things turn complicated and unmanageable cars, work, insurance quotes and bank statements. things now necessary to progress are dead weight with pounds of options. when do we come to know bitter as more than a flavor? when do we start to understand deep regret and sorrow instead of apologies and accidents? lovers to spite tears to banish mishaps to unravel when do we decide to settle? when do we lose the desire to dream and achieve only to replace it with fear and mediocrity? how suddenly our lives come to as good as it gets the job, the house, the spouse. things sought for reasons truly unknown buried in twisted responsibilities. weight to lose wrinkles to remove aging to face When do we begin to grow old?

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Mar 11, 2012

Mar 11, 2012 at 1:31 PM UTC

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when do we lose our childlike enthusiasm? where did we drop the need for fresh air and imagination while picking up habits and challenges? trees to climb swings to grasp sunrays to catch when do we lose the ability to be oblivious? when do we start to notice the dirt and stink instead of the light and amusement? how easily we are trained to despise bugs, snow, ***** dishes and dusty living rooms. things once enjoyed or unseen attack the mind from immeasurable angles. when does a sense of lost time begin? where did we lose a sense of inner peace and simply being in the panic of a lost day? errands to run houses to clean lost sleep to find when do we learn to draw the lines of priorities? when do we start to feel exhaustion and ache instead of exhilaration and glee? how simple things turn complicated and unmanageable cars, work, insurance quotes and bank statements. things now necessary to progress are dead weight with pounds of options. when do we come to know bitter as more than a flavor? when do we start to understand deep regret and sorrow instead of apologies and accidents? lovers to spite tears to banish mishaps to unravel when do we decide to settle? when do we lose the desire to dream and achieve only to replace it with fear and mediocrity? how suddenly our lives come to as good as it gets the job, the house, the spouse. things sought for reasons truly unknown buried in twisted responsibilities. weight to lose wrinkles to remove aging to face When do we begin to grow old?

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The hot, burnt coffee scorches my tongue A fair warning- That pink, fleshy appendage serves to remind me However much I enjoy something If I don't pay attention It might jump at the chance to bite me.

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Mar 8, 2012

Mar 8, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC

Good Morning

The hot, burnt coffee scorches my tongue A fair warning- That pink, fleshy appendage serves to remind me However much I enjoy something If I don't pay attention It might jump at the chance to bite me.

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Dancing in the sullied public laundry room A young woman Is she a glow or is she smiling, With her mind astray? A parking lot ****** observes Expressionless, Unsure of her intent. Is she dancing in euphoria Or is dancing to create her vivacity? Is this bliss or is this gloom Manifested in the same way? Neither dancer nor examiner can be certain Is she dancing In happiness or simply to push Her demons away?

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC

Laundry Day

Dancing in the sullied public laundry room A young woman Is she a glow or is she smiling, With her mind astray? A parking lot ****** observes Expressionless, Unsure of her intent. Is she dancing in euphoria Or is dancing to create her vivacity? Is this bliss or is this gloom Manifested in the same way? Neither dancer nor examiner can be certain Is she dancing In happiness or simply to push Her demons away?

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You are every shade of grey Visible on the fifth cloudy winter day I wish it was as simply black and white As the day is bright And the night is dark But in the light I struggle and fight Not to look behind At snow glowing ready to blind And in the nightfall I cannot see it all Illuminated despite The headlights beaming bright I know it is my only Line of sight.

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Mar 3, 2012

Mar 3, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC

Grey

You are every shade of grey Visible on the fifth cloudy winter day I wish it was as simply black and white As the day is bright And the night is dark But in the light I struggle and fight Not to look behind At snow glowing ready to blind And in the nightfall I cannot see it all Illuminated despite The headlights beaming bright I know it is my only Line of sight.

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An ingenuine smile aspartame sweet aloof with loose leaf lonely A tinny tune echoing aloud pinched with bleached blue sleep An invaluable sore useful aches shredded with angry desire A stolen smoke swirling clean backward with unruly peace An envious shake frozen steady breaking with flooding fur A sigular collection of emotion hand built abandoned with friendly pain

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Mar 2, 2012

Mar 2, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC

Forgotten Toolbox

An ingenuine smile aspartame sweet aloof with loose leaf lonely A tinny tune echoing aloud pinched with bleached blue sleep An invaluable sore useful aches shredded with angry desire A stolen smoke swirling clean backward with unruly peace An envious shake frozen steady breaking with flooding fur A sigular collection of emotion hand built abandoned with friendly pain

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for some reason tonight I picked to leave (alone again) when I most need your company and praise I cannot handle the tepid pink liquid that lubricates your already broken mind while I sit helplessly watching (alone again) you drown your pain until it's corpse floats to the surface and slowly eats your heart while I search for reasons why I picked tonight to leave you (alone again) though I cannot help wondering if maybe it wouldn't be so bad just to be left (alone again) like a scab to heal without being picked while you ponder how we never healed before when each time we needed each other we just left (alone again)

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Mar 2, 2012

Mar 2, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC

(Alone Again)

for some reason tonight I picked to leave (alone again) when I most need your company and praise I cannot handle the tepid pink liquid that lubricates your already broken mind while I sit helplessly watching (alone again) you drown your pain until it's corpse floats to the surface and slowly eats your heart while I search for reasons why I picked tonight to leave you (alone again) though I cannot help wondering if maybe it wouldn't be so bad just to be left (alone again) like a scab to heal without being picked while you ponder how we never healed before when each time we needed each other we just left (alone again)

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