amy-m - Hello Poetry

Every night at 8:49 I tie the rope a little bit tighter in hope that your last breath squeezes closer so when I say ‘Ladies and gentlemen’ my charm overrides the sound of your palms banging on the glass as you challenge the water from making you its cadaver and choke back the salted tears that seep from your eyes like the malice that seeps from mine reviewers say it’s clear that I enjoy this trick the most but it’s hard not to when I know your lungs are the consequence of a dripping tap until the basin’s full and you reach your final centilitre of conscious breath at 8:56:02. With one last tug you escape by :03 unfortunately but the papers will say it was your ‘most truthful performance yet’ 5 Stars to The Water Torture Bell Jar. See, there’s a reason these seats fill as fast as your tank, Irving and Houdini had it figured first: if you push a body to its limits and watch it yoyo to the edge of death and back again night after night you will always sell out. There’s more to being a Magician’s Assistant than meets the eye. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll try a new knot.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC

Irving and Houdini Had It Figured First, or I’m Not a Sociopath I’m a Salesman

Every night at 8:49 I tie the rope a little bit tighter in hope that your last breath squeezes closer so when I say ‘Ladies and gentlemen’ my charm overrides the sound of your palms banging on the glass as you challenge the water from making you its cadaver and choke back the salted tears that seep from your eyes like the malice that seeps from mine reviewers say it’s clear that I enjoy this trick the most but it’s hard not to when I know your lungs are the consequence of a dripping tap until the basin’s full and you reach your final centilitre of conscious breath at 8:56:02. With one last tug you escape by :03 unfortunately but the papers will say it was your ‘most truthful performance yet’ 5 Stars to The Water Torture Bell Jar. See, there’s a reason these seats fill as fast as your tank, Irving and Houdini had it figured first: if you push a body to its limits and watch it yoyo to the edge of death and back again night after night you will always sell out. There’s more to being a Magician’s Assistant than meets the eye. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll try a new knot.

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I want to dot your i’s and cross your tease you ‘til you cry and beg me to be kind of funny this way we revolve and twist your arm so that I get what I want. I want to bake you a cake you in kisses and tickle your back down from your dreams they will drip down the drain you ‘til I get what I want. I want to exploit you and expose your body is perfection, measure by measure your paranoia ‘til it cracks you will learn that I get what I want. I want to catch you when you fall for me and I’ll squeeze my fingers around your heart that will beat and break and wreck your trust me, I’ll get what I want. I want to rein you in and bail you outcast you, outlast you, I’ll turn you like a ***** you ‘til we’re sleeping in our own sweat it, don’t forget it this is all I want.

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC

Love Hate

I want to dot your i’s and cross your tease you ‘til you cry and beg me to be kind of funny this way we revolve and twist your arm so that I get what I want. I want to bake you a cake you in kisses and tickle your back down from your dreams they will drip down the drain you ‘til I get what I want. I want to exploit you and expose your body is perfection, measure by measure your paranoia ‘til it cracks you will learn that I get what I want. I want to catch you when you fall for me and I’ll squeeze my fingers around your heart that will beat and break and wreck your trust me, I’ll get what I want. I want to rein you in and bail you outcast you, outlast you, I’ll turn you like a ***** you ‘til we’re sleeping in our own sweat it, don’t forget it this is all I want.

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Settle into darkness, naturally, and take your cue from unoiled gears jolting forward only to lure you into false stability and lose velocity, stop suddenly, merge the definitions of stopping and falling by balancing the cart on the back of the tongue as sherbet dip dab’s your gums in 3…2…swallow down it drops FLASH past the oesophagus there’s your photo op show us some teeth show us some skin darlin’ begin to dissolve in stomach acid bile’s vile hold it down we will use force if necessary like handcuffs to a headboard excuse me sir may I see your ticket? Right you can’t sit here, you’re 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphphetamine, that’s upstairs you need to swing a left then straight up to the top floor not a bad view, you can’t miss it it’s got a hundred golden bulbs flashing hypothalamus, no we’re not really bothered about our environment take the lift elevate heart rate C-C-C-CRANK IT UP to the cerebral cortex’s House of Mirrors home of distortion. What can we do for you sir? We like to pride ourselves in our ability to mess around with the wiring and stimulate receptors, all part of the Deluxe Mega Deal complete with moving walls, disco ball skin and a talking butterfly the size of a car crash for a limited time only whilst serotonin stocks last they fall as fast as the lubricated log flume SPLASH. Please remain seated until the end of the ride. Thrown out into the gift shop. £30 for a 12 hour come down. Come again soon.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC

Please Keep Hands and Feet Inside The Vehicle at All Times

Settle into darkness, naturally, and take your cue from unoiled gears jolting forward only to lure you into false stability and lose velocity, stop suddenly, merge the definitions of stopping and falling by balancing the cart on the back of the tongue as sherbet dip dab’s your gums in 3…2…swallow down it drops FLASH past the oesophagus there’s your photo op show us some teeth show us some skin darlin’ begin to dissolve in stomach acid bile’s vile hold it down we will use force if necessary like handcuffs to a headboard excuse me sir may I see your ticket? Right you can’t sit here, you’re 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphphetamine, that’s upstairs you need to swing a left then straight up to the top floor not a bad view, you can’t miss it it’s got a hundred golden bulbs flashing hypothalamus, no we’re not really bothered about our environment take the lift elevate heart rate C-C-C-CRANK IT UP to the cerebral cortex’s House of Mirrors home of distortion. What can we do for you sir? We like to pride ourselves in our ability to mess around with the wiring and stimulate receptors, all part of the Deluxe Mega Deal complete with moving walls, disco ball skin and a talking butterfly the size of a car crash for a limited time only whilst serotonin stocks last they fall as fast as the lubricated log flume SPLASH. Please remain seated until the end of the ride. Thrown out into the gift shop. £30 for a 12 hour come down. Come again soon.

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Leave us in a bedroom a locked room both bound by a fleeting veneration but no tangible definition and windows will fog up with excess anxious laughter and phlegmmed throats til the glass transforms transparent to translucent so the outside world becomes an informed guess about which coloured shape is going where. The door handle will twist into the room’s home grown central nervous system backed by rising voices rising pulses assuring ourselves it is everybody outside who is trapped and not us because ‘cosy’ has scribbled over ‘cramped’ between the sheets of peeling wallpaper and bodies upon bodies upon bodies only excites. We will stay in bed cocooned around this single duvet and distracted into its folds because this is how we choose to spend free will. Don't murmur about the locked door and even when it opens for lack of air or food so we tentatively tread through into the open, or perhaps closed, I beg you to grab my wrist and pull me back and whisper tear yourself up decrease with me because this will always be the one place we’ll happily suffocate.

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Feb 7, 2015

Feb 7, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC

House of Cult

Leave us in a bedroom a locked room both bound by a fleeting veneration but no tangible definition and windows will fog up with excess anxious laughter and phlegmmed throats til the glass transforms transparent to translucent so the outside world becomes an informed guess about which coloured shape is going where. The door handle will twist into the room’s home grown central nervous system backed by rising voices rising pulses assuring ourselves it is everybody outside who is trapped and not us because ‘cosy’ has scribbled over ‘cramped’ between the sheets of peeling wallpaper and bodies upon bodies upon bodies only excites. We will stay in bed cocooned around this single duvet and distracted into its folds because this is how we choose to spend free will. Don't murmur about the locked door and even when it opens for lack of air or food so we tentatively tread through into the open, or perhaps closed, I beg you to grab my wrist and pull me back and whisper tear yourself up decrease with me because this will always be the one place we’ll happily suffocate.

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I could have chosen mermaids and described their piercing songs or a story about dragons who drank the golden sun, this could have been a tale of the troubles in the war of a nurse and wounded soldier who fell for so much more. But every time I try to write like this my pen can't catch my mind, it runs off so that my thought's broken to bits I suppose like our relationship, until all that remains is you is me on separate lines, in separate beds, with separate thoughts left unsaid. So here it is my final confession and last disclosure because I owe nothing to you, no thought through words and certainly not a poem but it all seems so wrong when every line is about who I don't want to write about anymore I don't want to write about you anymore I don't want to write about you I don't want to. I don't want you, not anymore.

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Aug 8, 2014

Aug 8, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC

Final Confession

I could have chosen mermaids and described their piercing songs or a story about dragons who drank the golden sun, this could have been a tale of the troubles in the war of a nurse and wounded soldier who fell for so much more. But every time I try to write like this my pen can't catch my mind, it runs off so that my thought's broken to bits I suppose like our relationship, until all that remains is you is me on separate lines, in separate beds, with separate thoughts left unsaid. So here it is my final confession and last disclosure because I owe nothing to you, no thought through words and certainly not a poem but it all seems so wrong when every line is about who I don't want to write about anymore I don't want to write about you anymore I don't want to write about you I don't want to. I don't want you, not anymore.

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Your mother died of old age? Organise a party. Politicians won't listen? Your acoustic guitar might. A girl walks up to a boy in the playground and calls him a **** then kicks him. Concentrate on erasing those melodramatic close-up shots from the safety of your own home. Cut paper with scissors. Try to beat that personal best of thirty-one lines of ******* in just one night. One man drives one tied up girl to a petrol station and peruses over one Mars bar or one Galaxy. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. People choose to ignore a scream. It is only a whisper that fuels their curiosity.

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC

And It's Okay To Eat Fish Because They Don't Have Any Feelings

Your mother died of old age? Organise a party. Politicians won't listen? Your acoustic guitar might. A girl walks up to a boy in the playground and calls him a **** then kicks him. Concentrate on erasing those melodramatic close-up shots from the safety of your own home. Cut paper with scissors. Try to beat that personal best of thirty-one lines of ******* in just one night. One man drives one tied up girl to a petrol station and peruses over one Mars bar or one Galaxy. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. People choose to ignore a scream. It is only a whisper that fuels their curiosity.

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In a queue for the tube a man is on fire flames climb up his collar as he waits for his train. But he stands unaware of the smoke filled air instead he checks his melting watch and impatiently taps his burning foot ignited by angst over his delayed route. The woman by his side tries to tell him to cool down tries to tell him he's burning but she can't, she's drowning. Water soaks up her suit and seeps through her skin so that she's coughing and spluttering and sinking from within. Two colleagues across the platform pay careful attention to this storm and from it form conversation, they judge the gentleman's irritation and questions the woman's suffocation but fail to notice the cause of each other's frustration. Only the driver as his train pulls in closer, witnesses one co-worker being blown over whilst a rat races furtively up the other one's leg.

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC

The Commute

In a queue for the tube a man is on fire flames climb up his collar as he waits for his train. But he stands unaware of the smoke filled air instead he checks his melting watch and impatiently taps his burning foot ignited by angst over his delayed route. The woman by his side tries to tell him to cool down tries to tell him he's burning but she can't, she's drowning. Water soaks up her suit and seeps through her skin so that she's coughing and spluttering and sinking from within. Two colleagues across the platform pay careful attention to this storm and from it form conversation, they judge the gentleman's irritation and questions the woman's suffocation but fail to notice the cause of each other's frustration. Only the driver as his train pulls in closer, witnesses one co-worker being blown over whilst a rat races furtively up the other one's leg.

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This is my gift to you words a form so lacking in all stability, security that we chew them and spit them out so they’re done over intangible. You may throw them away from the back of your throat to the tip of your tongue in one wave one simple wave of movement and then we can all forget the silly things I’ve said admitted denied and will not be caught out by sources that say otherwise. This is my gift to you: One free ticket to forget me what a prize to be hypnotized People pay a lot for that **** You see, when I make awkward eye contact with my morning mirror and delve into my makeup bag for assistance in eye liner my fingers always find that pit and slip into a ring that’s been tossed to the bottom rings entwined with rings entwined with poor judgement. They sit and wait in their scuffed coats, like waiting for a bus waiting to remind me remember that time? This is my gift to you. A present that says ‘I am not permanent’ because believe me, I’m not. But if I have to wake up to break ups bound in highly unreactive gold then at least let me free you of these chains too. It’s just such a shame that they suit you.

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC

At The Bottom of the Ocean

This is my gift to you words a form so lacking in all stability, security that we chew them and spit them out so they’re done over intangible. You may throw them away from the back of your throat to the tip of your tongue in one wave one simple wave of movement and then we can all forget the silly things I’ve said admitted denied and will not be caught out by sources that say otherwise. This is my gift to you: One free ticket to forget me what a prize to be hypnotized People pay a lot for that **** You see, when I make awkward eye contact with my morning mirror and delve into my makeup bag for assistance in eye liner my fingers always find that pit and slip into a ring that’s been tossed to the bottom rings entwined with rings entwined with poor judgement. They sit and wait in their scuffed coats, like waiting for a bus waiting to remind me remember that time? This is my gift to you. A present that says ‘I am not permanent’ because believe me, I’m not. But if I have to wake up to break ups bound in highly unreactive gold then at least let me free you of these chains too. It’s just such a shame that they suit you.

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