andrew-p-marheine - Hello Poetry

A broken glass lay on the floor, It had never occurred to me before, That this image of a vessel shattered, To someone might have truly mattered, It could have held a liquid hope, It could have contained a loving note, It might’ve meant the world to them, Thirsty now, unquenched then, It must’ve fallen from a perfect table, A dismal ending to an abysmal fable… To put such emphasis on metaphor, Will lead you where you were before, The glass was empty, as always, like us We will break too, meaningless.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC

Broken Glass.

A broken glass lay on the floor, It had never occurred to me before, That this image of a vessel shattered, To someone might have truly mattered, It could have held a liquid hope, It could have contained a loving note, It might’ve meant the world to them, Thirsty now, unquenched then, It must’ve fallen from a perfect table, A dismal ending to an abysmal fable… To put such emphasis on metaphor, Will lead you where you were before, The glass was empty, as always, like us We will break too, meaningless.

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Make me Believe, Begin a commitment A livid, frigid rigidity Born and bred in its misery All contemptuous purity, Misleads serene duplicity In all admissible virility, Sacrosanct and all unviable, This disposition unreliable, Outlooks not so reliable, Ridiculous and undeniable This solitary moment, Not in itself so all that potent, Releasing all these fetid rodents, Systemic linear motion Curtailing our devotion To freeing all emotion Held true by we, the free. We fall to power, victims To this inhuman system, All zealous to its deception, Information, insurrection, Categorized by failures at hand, Unaware of the faults of man.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC

Ignorance Of The Unaware.

Make me Believe, Begin a commitment A livid, frigid rigidity Born and bred in its misery All contemptuous purity, Misleads serene duplicity In all admissible virility, Sacrosanct and all unviable, This disposition unreliable, Outlooks not so reliable, Ridiculous and undeniable This solitary moment, Not in itself so all that potent, Releasing all these fetid rodents, Systemic linear motion Curtailing our devotion To freeing all emotion Held true by we, the free. We fall to power, victims To this inhuman system, All zealous to its deception, Information, insurrection, Categorized by failures at hand, Unaware of the faults of man.

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In one solitary meaning, Ever sinking, ever feeling, Never fleeting in its seeming To be deceiving ages old, I watched it pass like clockwork Crafting, remaining in its bulwark, A bunker, sunken in its crafstwork, As it lingered in the cold, It yet, gracefully omnipresent, Basked, entombed in its resentment, Encased, steadfast in its amendment, Its self-revel to be so bold, A reminder of omniscience, Displaced, now self sufficient, The rock face here tells a mission, Of a winter’s life it stole, The chiseled, engraved markings, Might to some be most alarming, Yet the feature so disarming Seems unfamiliar so close to home. In its forgotten confinement Does it seek a realignment, Awaiting the assignment The order to again roam. In sedition and high-treason, Must there once have been a reason, That so frigid as this season, Be repeated and retold. At a loss for all neutrality It forged a new reality Sacrificing our morality, And justifying why we’re sold.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC

Buried In The Hill.

In one solitary meaning, Ever sinking, ever feeling, Never fleeting in its seeming To be deceiving ages old, I watched it pass like clockwork Crafting, remaining in its bulwark, A bunker, sunken in its crafstwork, As it lingered in the cold, It yet, gracefully omnipresent, Basked, entombed in its resentment, Encased, steadfast in its amendment, Its self-revel to be so bold, A reminder of omniscience, Displaced, now self sufficient, The rock face here tells a mission, Of a winter’s life it stole, The chiseled, engraved markings, Might to some be most alarming, Yet the feature so disarming Seems unfamiliar so close to home. In its forgotten confinement Does it seek a realignment, Awaiting the assignment The order to again roam. In sedition and high-treason, Must there once have been a reason, That so frigid as this season, Be repeated and retold. At a loss for all neutrality It forged a new reality Sacrificing our morality, And justifying why we’re sold.

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Bounding forth toward recognition, Strangling, crippling indecision, The utmost folly as of yet unyielding, The exaggeration what with any feeling, Derisive in itself made one, Come and gone, done, undone, We search for that which we’re not worth knowing, We understand less, and even more showing Is that our arrogance somehow justifies class, It just but seemingly turns so crass, An outright parody of what we were meant to be, Our aims were lustful gain and greed, There was at one point meaning here, But through all we have persevered, We twisted the morals and lessons to be had, Emerged a joke, and tanked the land, Bred it and ourselves to be this way, And wait for a leader to swift us away, We act without knowledge and ignore the outcome, Malignant negligence stemming from Our inability to understand That there is no salvation because of Man.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC

Discover The Object Of Blame.

Bounding forth toward recognition, Strangling, crippling indecision, The utmost folly as of yet unyielding, The exaggeration what with any feeling, Derisive in itself made one, Come and gone, done, undone, We search for that which we’re not worth knowing, We understand less, and even more showing Is that our arrogance somehow justifies class, It just but seemingly turns so crass, An outright parody of what we were meant to be, Our aims were lustful gain and greed, There was at one point meaning here, But through all we have persevered, We twisted the morals and lessons to be had, Emerged a joke, and tanked the land, Bred it and ourselves to be this way, And wait for a leader to swift us away, We act without knowledge and ignore the outcome, Malignant negligence stemming from Our inability to understand That there is no salvation because of Man.

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I know not the cost. The price of your sacrifice, Your murdering your own pride. The pride you may Have had for me at one point. I have never seen it, Never heard it whisper, Except when it felt forced To save some sort of my “feeling” Never felt it tickle the back Of my inexperienced neck, Yet I’ve always yearned for it. This emotion, like all, I neither Understand, nor possess, But I still wish to know its sensation. I wish to know what I see in others. To not fail in your specific eyes. I wish neither to be harsh Nor accusatory, I mean that. You’ve never demanded perfection, You abhor such an idea, And, granted, there are things I have done for which I should be regretful, But again, I am unable To understand the very idea. Ironically, you’ve said I Talk too much, Am too full of emotion, And this such paradox, I’ve always kept secret. Sometimes I wish to Know you better, To understand more, To learn your way of thought, A strain, an algorithm I so respect. However, it exists somewhere, Deep inside an earnest feeling, On subject of your better well-being, I sometimes wish You didn't have to know me at all.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC

Downfall.

I know not the cost. The price of your sacrifice, Your murdering your own pride. The pride you may Have had for me at one point. I have never seen it, Never heard it whisper, Except when it felt forced To save some sort of my “feeling” Never felt it tickle the back Of my inexperienced neck, Yet I’ve always yearned for it. This emotion, like all, I neither Understand, nor possess, But I still wish to know its sensation. I wish to know what I see in others. To not fail in your specific eyes. I wish neither to be harsh Nor accusatory, I mean that. You’ve never demanded perfection, You abhor such an idea, And, granted, there are things I have done for which I should be regretful, But again, I am unable To understand the very idea. Ironically, you’ve said I Talk too much, Am too full of emotion, And this such paradox, I’ve always kept secret. Sometimes I wish to Know you better, To understand more, To learn your way of thought, A strain, an algorithm I so respect. However, it exists somewhere, Deep inside an earnest feeling, On subject of your better well-being, I sometimes wish You didn't have to know me at all.

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The sun did Icarus no favors His fateful day of flight, Inanimate or not, Certain bodies enjoy our plight. - Once again, lost in False perpetuation of “hope,” Idyllic fantasies That such a notion exists, This symbiotic altruism, Supposedly reciprocal In its false entirety, Is one major devastation Among many in our evolution. - Giving “freely” in “good will towards man,” Thinking to ourselves we’ll be rewarded then, One hand offered while the other is expecting, Trudging through miserable life without correcting This anticommunal sentiment Progressive aggression, breeding resent, We stumble through life filled with **** but “good” Swallowing lies we create, falsehood, The never-existing pure encounters, Justify our ****** parameters, “Do for me, I’ll do for you” In fear, in hate, we come unglued, Lay blade to table and swear your life, You’ll never surmount, be above this strife, Inexorably determined, Our society lives upon scraps And ideals old men have thrown From a tyrannical table Made of outdated theorems And objectified values, Deemed “enough” for us, And we settle in our filth As we praise them for their charity, Wet with anticipation, We just wait to be privileged enough To be in their good favor, To provide their main course. Our poor blind children, Knowing nothing of their enslavement. Lick the hand, all is well, Die for your master, live in hell, Survive this canvas, Post a status. Die for nothing. Universally irrelevant, Galactically meaningless, Walk the foggy path toward The void, culminating in The apex of your misguided meandering, Blinded all your life By all variables denying your right, Your natural freedom, You waste of humanity.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC

The Fault In Reciprocal Altruism.

The sun did Icarus no favors His fateful day of flight, Inanimate or not, Certain bodies enjoy our plight. - Once again, lost in False perpetuation of “hope,” Idyllic fantasies That such a notion exists, This symbiotic altruism, Supposedly reciprocal In its false entirety, Is one major devastation Among many in our evolution. - Giving “freely” in “good will towards man,” Thinking to ourselves we’ll be rewarded then, One hand offered while the other is expecting, Trudging through miserable life without correcting This anticommunal sentiment Progressive aggression, breeding resent, We stumble through life filled with **** but “good” Swallowing lies we create, falsehood, The never-existing pure encounters, Justify our ****** parameters, “Do for me, I’ll do for you” In fear, in hate, we come unglued, Lay blade to table and swear your life, You’ll never surmount, be above this strife, Inexorably determined, Our society lives upon scraps And ideals old men have thrown From a tyrannical table Made of outdated theorems And objectified values, Deemed “enough” for us, And we settle in our filth As we praise them for their charity, Wet with anticipation, We just wait to be privileged enough To be in their good favor, To provide their main course. Our poor blind children, Knowing nothing of their enslavement. Lick the hand, all is well, Die for your master, live in hell, Survive this canvas, Post a status. Die for nothing. Universally irrelevant, Galactically meaningless, Walk the foggy path toward The void, culminating in The apex of your misguided meandering, Blinded all your life By all variables denying your right, Your natural freedom, You waste of humanity.

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Out across an open sky, There a chasm could be spied, Its truths and meaning it belied, A beautiful place for me to die. I went abreast my own spirit, Deep down the gorge, a fire lit, It warmed me in the darkened pit, It there calmed my hellish fit, It seems to now have come and pass, The world I knew has turned to glass, Fracturing now, violent and fast, And in this crevice I must now last. Appearing also not like before, As if kept secret in some moldy lore, That where we were in years of yore, We lost all hope, what we’re meant for. No rain has reached me, no condensation, No emotion either, no commiseration, I can’t see further, down on obliteration, I freely remain in abnegation. I would still not hear compliment, I still am unable in sentiment, Thus far, existing in my resent, I have reached paradise, regret, repent. Objectivity in vile domain, I must again from life refrain, Where one does dare themselves ordain, In loneliness, we seek only pain. Seeing clearly to some extent, I leave this world in hateful neglect, I wouldn’t have chosen to be subject To a world where we fail and deem it correct. I am not unlike any other, An abject son, a broken brother, I can’t exist with “one another,” I lay waste to land, destroy “each other,” Lackluster faith and false idolization, Leave what’s at stake to mass predation, Content in squalor and mental ************ Leading to loss of all sensation. The darkness of this pit is calming, I find the peace ever so charming, It acts as shelter, exists as Eden, This garden of gloom, miserable freedom.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC

Illusion Of Dream.

Out across an open sky, There a chasm could be spied, Its truths and meaning it belied, A beautiful place for me to die. I went abreast my own spirit, Deep down the gorge, a fire lit, It warmed me in the darkened pit, It there calmed my hellish fit, It seems to now have come and pass, The world I knew has turned to glass, Fracturing now, violent and fast, And in this crevice I must now last. Appearing also not like before, As if kept secret in some moldy lore, That where we were in years of yore, We lost all hope, what we’re meant for. No rain has reached me, no condensation, No emotion either, no commiseration, I can’t see further, down on obliteration, I freely remain in abnegation. I would still not hear compliment, I still am unable in sentiment, Thus far, existing in my resent, I have reached paradise, regret, repent. Objectivity in vile domain, I must again from life refrain, Where one does dare themselves ordain, In loneliness, we seek only pain. Seeing clearly to some extent, I leave this world in hateful neglect, I wouldn’t have chosen to be subject To a world where we fail and deem it correct. I am not unlike any other, An abject son, a broken brother, I can’t exist with “one another,” I lay waste to land, destroy “each other,” Lackluster faith and false idolization, Leave what’s at stake to mass predation, Content in squalor and mental ************ Leading to loss of all sensation. The darkness of this pit is calming, I find the peace ever so charming, It acts as shelter, exists as Eden, This garden of gloom, miserable freedom.

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Another lie upon your lips, I tasted it with our last kiss, It seemed so vague, Now much more clear, That you, nor I, should now be here, You find comfort in my hemorrhaging I can’t help but smile you pretty thing, So ugly behind that beautiful face, Contempt finds me upon disgrace, I twist the knife myself, what’s worse, I welcome it, for what it’s worth, I can’t help but notice that you twitch Whenever you can pull a stitch, A piece of me that leaves you vexed, I’ve no empathy, not so complex, And yet you pick at the infection So vehement in your doomed defection, Just to see if I there halt, Awaiting some cryptic result, Some declaration of my love lost, Some tears perhaps, a rose to toss, But if I were capable of salting this earth, I would’ve done with you dispersed, Spread you throughout this lying land, You’d be at home, just as you planned, In my chest there resides hate, Like Azathoth lying in wait, It must be lulled, kept sedate, Until, as now, it stirs awake, For you it bites at bit to take, It is that which God can not unmake, No conundrum or mistake, I will take that which you can not replace, And if it came to that last kiss, If even there was no consequence I still would see you drown in **** Than taste that lie upon your lips

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC

Another Lie Upon Your Lips.

Another lie upon your lips, I tasted it with our last kiss, It seemed so vague, Now much more clear, That you, nor I, should now be here, You find comfort in my hemorrhaging I can’t help but smile you pretty thing, So ugly behind that beautiful face, Contempt finds me upon disgrace, I twist the knife myself, what’s worse, I welcome it, for what it’s worth, I can’t help but notice that you twitch Whenever you can pull a stitch, A piece of me that leaves you vexed, I’ve no empathy, not so complex, And yet you pick at the infection So vehement in your doomed defection, Just to see if I there halt, Awaiting some cryptic result, Some declaration of my love lost, Some tears perhaps, a rose to toss, But if I were capable of salting this earth, I would’ve done with you dispersed, Spread you throughout this lying land, You’d be at home, just as you planned, In my chest there resides hate, Like Azathoth lying in wait, It must be lulled, kept sedate, Until, as now, it stirs awake, For you it bites at bit to take, It is that which God can not unmake, No conundrum or mistake, I will take that which you can not replace, And if it came to that last kiss, If even there was no consequence I still would see you drown in **** Than taste that lie upon your lips

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Piece by piece, shard by shard, Nothing calms my mind thus far, Intertwisting writs with weight Do, indeed, rot my thoughts’ sake, Whereof is this place you seek, The telltale heaven of which you speak, Your useless dream, I’m curious, Let’s not pretend, it’s pretentious, All the weight of things come gone, Remaining leagues lost, fathoms undone, You’ll whither here like everything else, Your mind, a lie, life never caressed, Feel free to lose yourself in fantasy, And pretend it’s not all make-believe, You’re splintered, fractured, Broken and shattered, You’re lost in delusions, Then again, so are we all, But I know nothing changes When we finally fall.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC

Fractured.

Piece by piece, shard by shard, Nothing calms my mind thus far, Intertwisting writs with weight Do, indeed, rot my thoughts’ sake, Whereof is this place you seek, The telltale heaven of which you speak, Your useless dream, I’m curious, Let’s not pretend, it’s pretentious, All the weight of things come gone, Remaining leagues lost, fathoms undone, You’ll whither here like everything else, Your mind, a lie, life never caressed, Feel free to lose yourself in fantasy, And pretend it’s not all make-believe, You’re splintered, fractured, Broken and shattered, You’re lost in delusions, Then again, so are we all, But I know nothing changes When we finally fall.

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The wind was but a fleeting rustle, Tampering with her straightened dress, She stood in peace atop a hillock And let go of all she had repressed, I watched as the breeze found her face, So soft and pale, so calm and fair, It lovingly turned her cheeks to ash, The rest went piece by piece in air, Like the residual cackling Of a yet burned log In a fireplace glowing To ward the fog, Her mind found freedom While I witnessed loss, Where she found completion, My eyes did gloss, I wept like a child in mourning O'er some sweet dreams and wake, Yet the idea seemed so alluring That I wished the wind me take. So as I walked up the hillside, And saw her dress on the ground, I wished for that same feeling, To be ever one with the shroud, I took myself to calling, Quietly in hopes to hear, A response in turn to me, So that I may this world clear. I stood alone for so long, I had forgotten why I remained, But a smile found me before too long, And on the wind, with her, I remain.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC

Winds Of Ash.

The wind was but a fleeting rustle, Tampering with her straightened dress, She stood in peace atop a hillock And let go of all she had repressed, I watched as the breeze found her face, So soft and pale, so calm and fair, It lovingly turned her cheeks to ash, The rest went piece by piece in air, Like the residual cackling Of a yet burned log In a fireplace glowing To ward the fog, Her mind found freedom While I witnessed loss, Where she found completion, My eyes did gloss, I wept like a child in mourning O'er some sweet dreams and wake, Yet the idea seemed so alluring That I wished the wind me take. So as I walked up the hillside, And saw her dress on the ground, I wished for that same feeling, To be ever one with the shroud, I took myself to calling, Quietly in hopes to hear, A response in turn to me, So that I may this world clear. I stood alone for so long, I had forgotten why I remained, But a smile found me before too long, And on the wind, with her, I remain.

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