amanda-bianchi - Hello Poetry

Our vibrant relationship Was quickly reduced To over the table glances, Under the table hand squeezes, Around the shoulder embraces Between phone calls with Her Outside the bathroom at dinner parties. Until we combusted. Forced to be involved forever. But is that not what we always wanted?

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Jan 18, 2013

Jan 18, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC

We Tried

Our vibrant relationship Was quickly reduced To over the table glances, Under the table hand squeezes, Around the shoulder embraces Between phone calls with Her Outside the bathroom at dinner parties. Until we combusted. Forced to be involved forever. But is that not what we always wanted?

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Remember, remember When you dismissed my cantankerous dispositions? When you assumed my sanity was in remission? When you presumed (my own) death was my mission? Just remember, remember That with my moods came justifications. That my wits were on hold because of a blood relation. That with my sorrow came vast maturation.

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC

Remember, Remember

Remember, remember When you dismissed my cantankerous dispositions? When you assumed my sanity was in remission? When you presumed (my own) death was my mission? Just remember, remember That with my moods came justifications. That my wits were on hold because of a blood relation. That with my sorrow came vast maturation.

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I dare you to find the voice in my lies. Three times not so charming. I tell you to lie sheets pillows no need for blankets. It's warm yet icicles form. Three breaths no words. Your back is to me what my neck is to him. Shy and unbroken don't tell me how I feel. I will tell you how much I really miss you.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC

Shut Up

I dare you to find the voice in my lies. Three times not so charming. I tell you to lie sheets pillows no need for blankets. It's warm yet icicles form. Three breaths no words. Your back is to me what my neck is to him. Shy and unbroken don't tell me how I feel. I will tell you how much I really miss you.

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I have been so good. You have been good. Approval for the disapproving, What more could I ask for, really? I have told you a thousand times, Rainbows don't make charity And high beams mean... **** you. You don't listen. I am a child. Please stop telling me That I mean the world When clearly I mean too much.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 6:58 PM UTC

Right Choices

I have been so good. You have been good. Approval for the disapproving, What more could I ask for, really? I have told you a thousand times, Rainbows don't make charity And high beams mean... **** you. You don't listen. I am a child. Please stop telling me That I mean the world When clearly I mean too much.

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He was real. Made of blood. Made of bones. I shut my eyes to see more clearly. The illegitimate legitimizing of a woman. I tasted salt and a cold body. You tasted regret and a sleeping beauty.

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Dec 12, 2012

Dec 12, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC

Seventeen

He was real. Made of blood. Made of bones. I shut my eyes to see more clearly. The illegitimate legitimizing of a woman. I tasted salt and a cold body. You tasted regret and a sleeping beauty.

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Oh hello! High. How aren't you? Well. Well? Still the same. Why don't you do something about it then? I am doing nothing but everything. Hm. Well then, aloha. Hi? Not anymore.

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC

Two Odd Fellows Discussing Life, Death, and the Science of Conversation

Oh hello! High. How aren't you? Well. Well? Still the same. Why don't you do something about it then? I am doing nothing but everything. Hm. Well then, aloha. Hi? Not anymore.

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*That girl you know is a total charmer, but why would you call me then?*

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 2:14 AM UTC

Hateku

*That girl you know is a total charmer, but why would you call me then?*

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You really think you deserve this treatment, don't you? Yes ma'am. No sir. Right away. I'll remove that child immediately. To you I'm a worm. To me you are excess. I guess you don't need to keep your shoes on. That is totally normal. Kick your feet up. You bought all of these chairs. (Probably all of the ones in my apartment, too.) Three napkins is not enough. Oops. I am clearly a ***** No I don't regret my tattoos. But speaking of regrets, slow down on that pinot. Close your purple mouth, I am embarrassed for you. Check please. See you tomorrow.

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC

Fine Dining: A Server's Tale

You really think you deserve this treatment, don't you? Yes ma'am. No sir. Right away. I'll remove that child immediately. To you I'm a worm. To me you are excess. I guess you don't need to keep your shoes on. That is totally normal. Kick your feet up. You bought all of these chairs. (Probably all of the ones in my apartment, too.) Three napkins is not enough. Oops. I am clearly a ***** No I don't regret my tattoos. But speaking of regrets, slow down on that pinot. Close your purple mouth, I am embarrassed for you. Check please. See you tomorrow.

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I die when I think of you bare. My sheets swallow me whole. Don't tell mother. I am laying in almost a puddle. I can't think of a reason to care. Crack three times. And oh what a charm. Running around in circles. Circling the real issue at hand. At palm. At index finger. Running towards. Running away. We are too bad to live. And now I am dead.

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Oct 14, 2012

Oct 14, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC

An ****** Poem

I die when I think of you bare. My sheets swallow me whole. Don't tell mother. I am laying in almost a puddle. I can't think of a reason to care. Crack three times. And oh what a charm. Running around in circles. Circling the real issue at hand. At palm. At index finger. Running towards. Running away. We are too bad to live. And now I am dead.

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It's all very fine. You and I. We can laugh, right? I can smile in your direction? We hug, but I don't feel passion. We exchange compliments, but you hand them out just as quickly to the next. We accidentally brush against each other, but you don't even notice anymore. We kiss goodbye, but now it's on the forehead. It is all going to be okay , right? We can be in the same room together? It's all very fine. I am fine.

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Sep 4, 2012

Sep 4, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC

It's All Very Fine.

It's all very fine. You and I. We can laugh, right? I can smile in your direction? We hug, but I don't feel passion. We exchange compliments, but you hand them out just as quickly to the next. We accidentally brush against each other, but you don't even notice anymore. We kiss goodbye, but now it's on the forehead. It is all going to be okay , right? We can be in the same room together? It's all very fine. I am fine.

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