attemptatbeingartsy - Hello Poetry

I tried drafting a poem about the dyed daffodils perched against my window and I was even going to make a half-hearted slant rhyme for "daffodils" with "windowsills" but my slanted heart gave way because suddenly the flowers appeared so artificially tacky, so stupidly hopeful with birthday glitter dusted onto their unnaturally painted petals as they tried their best to soak up some sunshine though outside it was an ever so naturally unnatural temperamental March day coating the green grass with snow flurries though the weathermen expect nothing short of seventy tomorrow so the cold coat seems jarringly out of place like a good intention gone horribly wrong and I couldn't help but think, and think, and think We never fit, did we?

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC

Attempt No. 1

I tried drafting a poem about the dyed daffodils perched against my window and I was even going to make a half-hearted slant rhyme for "daffodils" with "windowsills" but my slanted heart gave way because suddenly the flowers appeared so artificially tacky, so stupidly hopeful with birthday glitter dusted onto their unnaturally painted petals as they tried their best to soak up some sunshine though outside it was an ever so naturally unnatural temperamental March day coating the green grass with snow flurries though the weathermen expect nothing short of seventy tomorrow so the cold coat seems jarringly out of place like a good intention gone horribly wrong and I couldn't help but think, and think, and think We never fit, did we?

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there's nothing poetic about it. (but i'm sure i'll try anyway)

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC

you ****** me up.

there's nothing poetic about it. (but i'm sure i'll try anyway)

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Candelabra rusted over -- Steady rolling winds -- Emotionally burned out.

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC

Confession

Candelabra rusted over -- Steady rolling winds -- Emotionally burned out.

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Do you remember that Wednesday afternoon three years ago When we made a fruit tree by stringing together store bought bananas on Christmas lights And tossed up our sunny masterpiece on sycamore branches Sick of more dead winter Sick of unsproutable seedlings Sick of Patience, the Godliest of virtues? Tap! Tap! Tap! I’m sitting a few feet away from the leaky faucet. Perhaps the faucet is clued in on the old adage that persistence pays off So it presses on, presses on, presses on… Marching to the beat of it’s own drum But this drumming sounds too much like hollow dripping, Like how I imagine the IV’s medicinal potion entering into your veins to sound. Tap! Tap! Tap! Your mother’s fidgeting fingers are dancing nervously on a People’s Magazine She’s thumbing through pages but her face is fixated on the clock Mentally counting down the minutes until your surgery is done Mentally noting the ironies of a Waiting Room trying too hard to pass off as a careless bubble of distraction. After all the room reeks of hospital cleaner laced with some derivative of a citrus scent, And the television is left talking to itself like some incoherent patient diagnosed with insanity And it reminds of her of an article she perused so long ago Which read something along the lines of “if you hang out with crazy long enough, you’ll become crazy yourself” And for a brief moment, she was comforted Tap! Tap! Tap! The doctor politely knocks before entering, Everyone raises up to surround him, But I stay physically stay affixed to my seat And mentally float back to that faraway memory Where we sprung into action Combating the cold With the only acceptable weapons of choice: Bright lights and Yellow bananas.

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Nov 13, 2014

Nov 13, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

Bright Lights & Yellow Bananas

Do you remember that Wednesday afternoon three years ago When we made a fruit tree by stringing together store bought bananas on Christmas lights And tossed up our sunny masterpiece on sycamore branches Sick of more dead winter Sick of unsproutable seedlings Sick of Patience, the Godliest of virtues? Tap! Tap! Tap! I’m sitting a few feet away from the leaky faucet. Perhaps the faucet is clued in on the old adage that persistence pays off So it presses on, presses on, presses on… Marching to the beat of it’s own drum But this drumming sounds too much like hollow dripping, Like how I imagine the IV’s medicinal potion entering into your veins to sound. Tap! Tap! Tap! Your mother’s fidgeting fingers are dancing nervously on a People’s Magazine She’s thumbing through pages but her face is fixated on the clock Mentally counting down the minutes until your surgery is done Mentally noting the ironies of a Waiting Room trying too hard to pass off as a careless bubble of distraction. After all the room reeks of hospital cleaner laced with some derivative of a citrus scent, And the television is left talking to itself like some incoherent patient diagnosed with insanity And it reminds of her of an article she perused so long ago Which read something along the lines of “if you hang out with crazy long enough, you’ll become crazy yourself” And for a brief moment, she was comforted Tap! Tap! Tap! The doctor politely knocks before entering, Everyone raises up to surround him, But I stay physically stay affixed to my seat And mentally float back to that faraway memory Where we sprung into action Combating the cold With the only acceptable weapons of choice: Bright lights and Yellow bananas.

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When I met you, everything insignificant Sang! Soap bubbles blew me melodies, Nail clippers Tapped to the tune, The leaky faucet Splashed a symphony! When I met you For the last time, I took a wrench to the neck Of the racketing faucet. Retrospectively, it was always a nuisance.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC

Hindsound is 20/20

When I met you, everything insignificant Sang! Soap bubbles blew me melodies, Nail clippers Tapped to the tune, The leaky faucet Splashed a symphony! When I met you For the last time, I took a wrench to the neck Of the racketing faucet. Retrospectively, it was always a nuisance.

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The night I got stuck climbing up a tree You couldn't stop laughing from the forest floor And seven feet below you looked like the size of a baby badger; A baby badger who was now in charge of saving me from my stupidity. You called the fire department And said a human confused herself for a cat So was stuck up in a tree and therefore In need of a local newspaper headline rescue. With the height advantage I saw three firetrucks rushing down the road Epileptic lights bouncing off the empty pavement And yelled down to the baby badger "You made a scene for no reason!" Only to have the baby badger yell back up "You ARE the ******* reason!" And I swear I almost fell from the topmost branching Laughing with my whole body in motion. Three minutes later I was surrounded by an unnecessary amount of red "What the hell is going on?" questioned the Fire Chief Amidst all the official uniforms and bustling bodies All you could think to say "Sorry officer, we binge drank the moonlight." I know I'll never have Alzheimer's Because the look that overtook the Fire Chief's face Cracked his professional facade Transforming it into an all too knowing smile Will forever be etched on the inside of my eyelids Embarrassment and hilarity relived every blink of an eye.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC

The night of the Fire Trucks

The night I got stuck climbing up a tree You couldn't stop laughing from the forest floor And seven feet below you looked like the size of a baby badger; A baby badger who was now in charge of saving me from my stupidity. You called the fire department And said a human confused herself for a cat So was stuck up in a tree and therefore In need of a local newspaper headline rescue. With the height advantage I saw three firetrucks rushing down the road Epileptic lights bouncing off the empty pavement And yelled down to the baby badger "You made a scene for no reason!" Only to have the baby badger yell back up "You ARE the ******* reason!" And I swear I almost fell from the topmost branching Laughing with my whole body in motion. Three minutes later I was surrounded by an unnecessary amount of red "What the hell is going on?" questioned the Fire Chief Amidst all the official uniforms and bustling bodies All you could think to say "Sorry officer, we binge drank the moonlight." I know I'll never have Alzheimer's Because the look that overtook the Fire Chief's face Cracked his professional facade Transforming it into an all too knowing smile Will forever be etched on the inside of my eyelids Embarrassment and hilarity relived every blink of an eye.

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Orange rinds and coffee grinds Take me back to easy Sunday afternoons Playing chess with former churchgoers in your tiny café. I met a man who didn't believe in God But instead put his faith into the Queen "She protects" he'd say after ousting another piece of mine "He forgets" he'd mumble as an afterthought, directed at no one. But as it goes one fateful day Student surpassed teacher And didn't think twice about killing the Queen. As if a bomb detonated just within the cappuccino brown walls The chessboard flung against the wall Causalities flying in all directions A porcelain blood bath. He left in a hurried huff All owl eyes all snapped in my direction I sat frozen -- shocked. You broke the trance Kneeled down to pick up the fallen Queen Placed Her Royal Majesty in my right hand Placed a free coffee on my table. The café resumed it's normal character Scattered chatter and newspaper shuffling I took a sip of the burnished brown liquid Tasted a hint of bitter citrus And came to conclude that there exists a distinct conflict between Power and Empathy.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

Orange rinds & Coffee grinds

Orange rinds and coffee grinds Take me back to easy Sunday afternoons Playing chess with former churchgoers in your tiny café. I met a man who didn't believe in God But instead put his faith into the Queen "She protects" he'd say after ousting another piece of mine "He forgets" he'd mumble as an afterthought, directed at no one. But as it goes one fateful day Student surpassed teacher And didn't think twice about killing the Queen. As if a bomb detonated just within the cappuccino brown walls The chessboard flung against the wall Causalities flying in all directions A porcelain blood bath. He left in a hurried huff All owl eyes all snapped in my direction I sat frozen -- shocked. You broke the trance Kneeled down to pick up the fallen Queen Placed Her Royal Majesty in my right hand Placed a free coffee on my table. The café resumed it's normal character Scattered chatter and newspaper shuffling I took a sip of the burnished brown liquid Tasted a hint of bitter citrus And came to conclude that there exists a distinct conflict between Power and Empathy.

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I’ve discovered the secret to life! But, it may not be the most likable knowledge, And, it definitely does not fall under “small-talk-poetry,” Yet, it is known that everything-worth-knowing was once considered hideous. What am I? I’m human, like you. Like you, I’m human, What are we? We are cells, Cells made up of molecules, Molecules made up of atoms, Atoms made up of protons and neutrons and electrons. Electrons… The lightest charged particles, Electrons… Who weigh 1836 times less than a proton, Electrons Found a way to rebel. Electrons Repel the nucleic core. Electrons Push boundaries. Electrons Create space. An atom is mostly empty space. All of me is composed of atoms, All of you is composed of atoms, We are mostly empty space. We are just reflections Of this Universe Staring back at each other.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC

By the Transitive Property

I’ve discovered the secret to life! But, it may not be the most likable knowledge, And, it definitely does not fall under “small-talk-poetry,” Yet, it is known that everything-worth-knowing was once considered hideous. What am I? I’m human, like you. Like you, I’m human, What are we? We are cells, Cells made up of molecules, Molecules made up of atoms, Atoms made up of protons and neutrons and electrons. Electrons… The lightest charged particles, Electrons… Who weigh 1836 times less than a proton, Electrons Found a way to rebel. Electrons Repel the nucleic core. Electrons Push boundaries. Electrons Create space. An atom is mostly empty space. All of me is composed of atoms, All of you is composed of atoms, We are mostly empty space. We are just reflections Of this Universe Staring back at each other.

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I wrote a sonnet to the Sun But it went up in flames. I etched the ashes on your heart But your cool blood froze over the remains. Disintegrated words Disgruntled author Disjointed worlds.

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC

Creation’s destruction

I wrote a sonnet to the Sun But it went up in flames. I etched the ashes on your heart But your cool blood froze over the remains. Disintegrated words Disgruntled author Disjointed worlds.

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When we found out we weren’t the Center of the Universe It shook the core of our collective selfish selves. We called the findings blasphemous We charged the scientists as heretics We realized we were less than specks of dust But worse off because metacognition is unrelenting. After all these years The stars remain indifferent to our presence But we study them all the same Doting them like a school girl obsessing over a secret crush Extrapolating their composition while they don’t bat an eye Humbled at the horrific beauty: A lonely planet orbiting all too busy universe.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC

Self Centered

When we found out we weren’t the Center of the Universe It shook the core of our collective selfish selves. We called the findings blasphemous We charged the scientists as heretics We realized we were less than specks of dust But worse off because metacognition is unrelenting. After all these years The stars remain indifferent to our presence But we study them all the same Doting them like a school girl obsessing over a secret crush Extrapolating their composition while they don’t bat an eye Humbled at the horrific beauty: A lonely planet orbiting all too busy universe.

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