armonparty - Hello Poetry

true submitting to demands of neurosis curves to the sound of the force of the force fed horizontal forced impressionable for back ache for mystic soliloquies or morsels of black fungi distilled fat and oils silver obsidian dragons dust agony panoply of **** feeding axis and disturbed screaming mosquito ledges crumbling arts dissolving back arching needle spine spinning hovering roaring crackling cumulus demands ideal reduced form mountain shivering clapping breaths maximum fulfilled broken bones and shattered psyche forced unconscious patterns in vicious tongues in absolution watered and paint plucking ******* abbreviating one in out and rage deciding or stumbling into oblivion some decisions or preternatural prophecies fueling dueling serpents arrange pedantry forced entry excessive force forcing logic skewering shaming wailing panting wasps

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

force

true submitting to demands of neurosis curves to the sound of the force of the force fed horizontal forced impressionable for back ache for mystic soliloquies or morsels of black fungi distilled fat and oils silver obsidian dragons dust agony panoply of **** feeding axis and disturbed screaming mosquito ledges crumbling arts dissolving back arching needle spine spinning hovering roaring crackling cumulus demands ideal reduced form mountain shivering clapping breaths maximum fulfilled broken bones and shattered psyche forced unconscious patterns in vicious tongues in absolution watered and paint plucking ******* abbreviating one in out and rage deciding or stumbling into oblivion some decisions or preternatural prophecies fueling dueling serpents arrange pedantry forced entry excessive force forcing logic skewering shaming wailing panting wasps

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Cosmic serpent Flies in circles Orbits earths Visits vessels Stings and wrestles Prowls the plain The desert arrangements Faces fire no fear Takes one look at the spider Sees through the fire Undresses the only envy The necessity plenty Of spiraling ascent To meaning manifest A plunge into the nest of the fortune cookie prophecies Fate pulled from a hat In the terraforming visions of the seven breasted harpy speech devours itself The visioneer’s ouroboros precludes ovals of assimilation clinging tight to the exoteric The vessel rejects the half digested An ammonia laden upheaval Dispelling folderol with blinding reverence Inviting tragedy with nostalgic foresight Wet nightmares Logic abandons the visioneer ****** into the opposite of static

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC

visioneer

Cosmic serpent Flies in circles Orbits earths Visits vessels Stings and wrestles Prowls the plain The desert arrangements Faces fire no fear Takes one look at the spider Sees through the fire Undresses the only envy The necessity plenty Of spiraling ascent To meaning manifest A plunge into the nest of the fortune cookie prophecies Fate pulled from a hat In the terraforming visions of the seven breasted harpy speech devours itself The visioneer’s ouroboros precludes ovals of assimilation clinging tight to the exoteric The vessel rejects the half digested An ammonia laden upheaval Dispelling folderol with blinding reverence Inviting tragedy with nostalgic foresight Wet nightmares Logic abandons the visioneer ****** into the opposite of static

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pockmarks bomb the oblivious cavalcade wet dripping nuisance cataracts Holy stove to the tracks Grow missile candide fenesin shovel living space loved back the feeding Farsight nowhere near the ending candy torpid glasses foul just situation beat down the what eyelash grasp of following feathers mine jaundiced knuckles

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC

Untitled

pockmarks bomb the oblivious cavalcade wet dripping nuisance cataracts Holy stove to the tracks Grow missile candide fenesin shovel living space loved back the feeding Farsight nowhere near the ending candy torpid glasses foul just situation beat down the what eyelash grasp of following feathers mine jaundiced knuckles

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i sink into the tar pit groping in sludge, black blind sleeping pulse time slowing to a stop tick tock tick tock ti ck to c k

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC

O

i sink into the tar pit groping in sludge, black blind sleeping pulse time slowing to a stop tick tock tick tock ti ck to c k

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raw ******* thumbs drawing open the canvas of cavities hot stink, tangles of pink wrinkles, ground turkey and beef pulse of the earth in the groan of the springs as the sequence of spirits inhabits a lopsided carpet of blood, cardiovascular, creation, crawling pineapple sweat, ******* neck licking saliva stains, flesh slapping, teeth jousting, chins grinding explosions, eruptions, screaming, biting, clutching the rim, apocalypse, APOCALYPSE, the guilty apocalypse

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC

normal ***

raw ******* thumbs drawing open the canvas of cavities hot stink, tangles of pink wrinkles, ground turkey and beef pulse of the earth in the groan of the springs as the sequence of spirits inhabits a lopsided carpet of blood, cardiovascular, creation, crawling pineapple sweat, ******* neck licking saliva stains, flesh slapping, teeth jousting, chins grinding explosions, eruptions, screaming, biting, clutching the rim, apocalypse, APOCALYPSE, the guilty apocalypse

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Even you aren’t immune to despair I can read you from here, I can beat you from there You’re a zealot, you’re a widow You’re a silhouette a shadow You’re a superficial shallow piece of meat, baby I’m allowed to say what’s on my mind Cause according to you we are totally fine You’re a liar and an object That’s not taken out of context That’s the only honest thing That I’ve said all year Loving you is like loving a mirror I can see you in me, I am there, I am here You’re a lone wolf You’re about to engulf Everything I love, every item on my bucket list Even you can’t abandon a crisis I call it criticism you call it kindness You’re a genius Saying it is meaningless I don’t think you’re gorgeous I think you’re a goddess --- I don’t know if you know what I think But I know that you probably know we’re in sync You are one with your anger A lonely little doppelganger Try to condescend with your silly little smile I’m not sure if I hate or admire That I never can tell if you’re fine or on fire You’re a salty little devil And we’ve got a score to settle Do I really have to sit through this whole ******* play Not that I know the way that it ends Not to judge from the truth that her sarcasm lends You’re a terrible example You’re in ruin, you’re in shambles Do you even know what mixed signal means? I don’t like the direction this leads This relationship has more than one set of needs You’re incredible You are terrible Why do you think the whole world’s against you? Even you know you’re not so unique Why does love always fade at its absolute peak? You’re the sum of my ambition You’re a victim of contrition Doesn’t everyone you meet mention how beautiful you are? Is it really so hard to admit That by saying you love me you were full of **** You’re a scam artist Had to try my very hardest Had to dress like a ******* tool to impress you Even though you are once in a lifetime I could use some help deciding, 50/50 lifeline You are floating like a bubble You’re about to be in trouble When you spiral when you crash, girl Even you aren’t content to obscurity You are not that innocent don’t overplay your purity Disappointed, battleplan disjointed Even you’ll admit that this was destined to fail

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC

et tu

Even you aren’t immune to despair I can read you from here, I can beat you from there You’re a zealot, you’re a widow You’re a silhouette a shadow You’re a superficial shallow piece of meat, baby I’m allowed to say what’s on my mind Cause according to you we are totally fine You’re a liar and an object That’s not taken out of context That’s the only honest thing That I’ve said all year Loving you is like loving a mirror I can see you in me, I am there, I am here You’re a lone wolf You’re about to engulf Everything I love, every item on my bucket list Even you can’t abandon a crisis I call it criticism you call it kindness You’re a genius Saying it is meaningless I don’t think you’re gorgeous I think you’re a goddess --- I don’t know if you know what I think But I know that you probably know we’re in sync You are one with your anger A lonely little doppelganger Try to condescend with your silly little smile I’m not sure if I hate or admire That I never can tell if you’re fine or on fire You’re a salty little devil And we’ve got a score to settle Do I really have to sit through this whole ******* play Not that I know the way that it ends Not to judge from the truth that her sarcasm lends You’re a terrible example You’re in ruin, you’re in shambles Do you even know what mixed signal means? I don’t like the direction this leads This relationship has more than one set of needs You’re incredible You are terrible Why do you think the whole world’s against you? Even you know you’re not so unique Why does love always fade at its absolute peak? You’re the sum of my ambition You’re a victim of contrition Doesn’t everyone you meet mention how beautiful you are? Is it really so hard to admit That by saying you love me you were full of **** You’re a scam artist Had to try my very hardest Had to dress like a ******* tool to impress you Even though you are once in a lifetime I could use some help deciding, 50/50 lifeline You are floating like a bubble You’re about to be in trouble When you spiral when you crash, girl Even you aren’t content to obscurity You are not that innocent don’t overplay your purity Disappointed, battleplan disjointed Even you’ll admit that this was destined to fail

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I was a no name worker bee Yet I had a million bees all working for me I was a caryatid, house wife, never had the life of a queen Stole my honey from the wasps with the wax in their wings I was a comatose burn victim I could hear the nurses whisper sanctum sanctorum! They fed me nutrients and cleaned my ****** They either didn’t care or they didn’t think I could hear them I was alive when the lightning struck But I was dead by second, to survive my luck I wasn’t anything special I was a mass produced individual They had no names worth knowing They had no future where they were going And I never thought twice about what I did The quiet megalomania of a caryatid And then my patience turned to rampage I took a page from Genghis Khan I wanted the roaches gone I hatched suburban escape plans Because my angst was delayed A generation late & afraid Now in the presence of the gods and goddesses And in the confidence of infinite this is Another power grab a singularity Another force to fight reverse polarity I’m all about the lust and not the wander I am the lingering presence of a long goner I’m here to clarify the **** of daughters The spider stink in the breath of fire If we could **** for utility instead of a performance to showcase our species’ ability Then we’d be hunted by viruses The gods and goddesses with the instinct to extinct humanity Chaos is healthy, its part of reality, essential to symmetry, like night is to day When life is weighed on a pendulum Like sanctum sanctorum The delicate faberge There isn’t anything to bother with on top of the monolith I’m shouting mantras from the mountain peak There isn’t any time to practice with a modern creation myth A lullaby in a language I don’t speak

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May 22, 2014

May 22, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC

mantras from the mountain peak

I was a no name worker bee Yet I had a million bees all working for me I was a caryatid, house wife, never had the life of a queen Stole my honey from the wasps with the wax in their wings I was a comatose burn victim I could hear the nurses whisper sanctum sanctorum! They fed me nutrients and cleaned my ****** They either didn’t care or they didn’t think I could hear them I was alive when the lightning struck But I was dead by second, to survive my luck I wasn’t anything special I was a mass produced individual They had no names worth knowing They had no future where they were going And I never thought twice about what I did The quiet megalomania of a caryatid And then my patience turned to rampage I took a page from Genghis Khan I wanted the roaches gone I hatched suburban escape plans Because my angst was delayed A generation late & afraid Now in the presence of the gods and goddesses And in the confidence of infinite this is Another power grab a singularity Another force to fight reverse polarity I’m all about the lust and not the wander I am the lingering presence of a long goner I’m here to clarify the **** of daughters The spider stink in the breath of fire If we could **** for utility instead of a performance to showcase our species’ ability Then we’d be hunted by viruses The gods and goddesses with the instinct to extinct humanity Chaos is healthy, its part of reality, essential to symmetry, like night is to day When life is weighed on a pendulum Like sanctum sanctorum The delicate faberge There isn’t anything to bother with on top of the monolith I’m shouting mantras from the mountain peak There isn’t any time to practice with a modern creation myth A lullaby in a language I don’t speak

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she chips away the wallpaper with her fingernails she complains in butchered spanish no food for two days she is not her stomach she sleeps through the grumbling dreaming about christmas

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC

brooklyn hungry

she chips away the wallpaper with her fingernails she complains in butchered spanish no food for two days she is not her stomach she sleeps through the grumbling dreaming about christmas

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eat terrarium dirt **** seeds on polished wood churn the german blood funnel clock in; rise on the **** morning licks her bruising shins sleep on the creaky railing under the vents the roaring subway

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC

rats

eat terrarium dirt **** seeds on polished wood churn the german blood funnel clock in; rise on the **** morning licks her bruising shins sleep on the creaky railing under the vents the roaring subway

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So many words Such little meaning Its not your words that tell me your feelings Don’t have to guess the way that you’re leaning I’ll crack the sky or at least the ceiling So many lines Some silver lining I am the alchemist synthesizing Live with the knowledge that you’re declining While I ascend Uproot the uprising I am the king I am the diamond I am the one who says so, the Simon I am above I am the legend I am the force that drives every engine I am alive I’m more than alive I am the spark igniting the *** drive I am the fiber I am the source code I am the dynamite set to explode So many gods So many temples It’s not the gods that make me a-tremble Translate the power Speak to the devil He is the writer I am the pencil So many guns Such little patience I am a curator of the ancient I am the book I am the history I am the meaning I am the mystery I am the giant I am the titan I am the hidden strength I’m the lion I am the love I am the hatred I am the ****** I’m the naked I am the tomb I am the symbol I am the complex I am the simple I am the rule I am the riddle I am the equal I am the middle Such little love Such little content Is it unfair to ask where the love went I touched the body I touched the soul I mastered the secret to self control Such a disgrace Such paranoia You are the dark, Francisco de Goya Die with the damage ****** and grotesque You’re the decree A half-muttered protest I am the one I am the master I am the one survivor they’re after I am the hunter I am the hunted I am the needed I am the wanted I am alive I speak for the living I am the one who’s taking and giving I am the blight I am the plague I am the one who needs to be saved So many strings Such orchestration I am the heart of every nation I am the puppeteer I’m the puppet I am the base, the peak, and the summit So many worlds So many timelines I am the multiverse I’m the road sign I am the white I am the black I am the siege I am the attack So many words Such little meaning Its not your words that tell me your feelings Don’t have to guess the way that you’re leaning I’ll crack the sky or at least the ceiling So many lines Warning the caution I am the single choice I’m the option Die with the truth that you’ll be forgotten I loved a world but that world was rotten

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Dec 26, 2013

Dec 26, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC

so many words such little meaning

So many words Such little meaning Its not your words that tell me your feelings Don’t have to guess the way that you’re leaning I’ll crack the sky or at least the ceiling So many lines Some silver lining I am the alchemist synthesizing Live with the knowledge that you’re declining While I ascend Uproot the uprising I am the king I am the diamond I am the one who says so, the Simon I am above I am the legend I am the force that drives every engine I am alive I’m more than alive I am the spark igniting the *** drive I am the fiber I am the source code I am the dynamite set to explode So many gods So many temples It’s not the gods that make me a-tremble Translate the power Speak to the devil He is the writer I am the pencil So many guns Such little patience I am a curator of the ancient I am the book I am the history I am the meaning I am the mystery I am the giant I am the titan I am the hidden strength I’m the lion I am the love I am the hatred I am the ****** I’m the naked I am the tomb I am the symbol I am the complex I am the simple I am the rule I am the riddle I am the equal I am the middle Such little love Such little content Is it unfair to ask where the love went I touched the body I touched the soul I mastered the secret to self control Such a disgrace Such paranoia You are the dark, Francisco de Goya Die with the damage ****** and grotesque You’re the decree A half-muttered protest I am the one I am the master I am the one survivor they’re after I am the hunter I am the hunted I am the needed I am the wanted I am alive I speak for the living I am the one who’s taking and giving I am the blight I am the plague I am the one who needs to be saved So many strings Such orchestration I am the heart of every nation I am the puppeteer I’m the puppet I am the base, the peak, and the summit So many worlds So many timelines I am the multiverse I’m the road sign I am the white I am the black I am the siege I am the attack So many words Such little meaning Its not your words that tell me your feelings Don’t have to guess the way that you’re leaning I’ll crack the sky or at least the ceiling So many lines Warning the caution I am the single choice I’m the option Die with the truth that you’ll be forgotten I loved a world but that world was rotten

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