briar-rose-1 - Hello Poetry

I don't know if I want to make love with a boy who shoots birds for fun. You live on an animal rescue farm, but you shoot birds for fun.

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Dec 17, 2014

Dec 17, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

A Nature Poem

I don't know if I want to make love with a boy who shoots birds for fun. You live on an animal rescue farm, but you shoot birds for fun.

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You told me that you're simply a contradiction. I told you, Simply and contradiction is a contradiction on its own, So you're a liar. I fled, And you said, "Off with her head!" And while my head rolled, God has been told, You were singing with your angel choir.

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC

Disconcerting and Bewildered

You told me that you're simply a contradiction. I told you, Simply and contradiction is a contradiction on its own, So you're a liar. I fled, And you said, "Off with her head!" And while my head rolled, God has been told, You were singing with your angel choir.

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Murmuring lyrics to songs i can't sing, Disengaging asI search for a reason. A new way to breathe, And a plea for insanity. I scale the road for a fork, But all I see is a one way street. I know now, That I was always looking for a way to get out. Head hung low, Pacing, And muttering questions I don't know the answers to. Collapsing on brick, And Shivering in spring. Spring. That was the season it all happened in 2013. Spring. That was the season it all happened in 2001. Spring. This is the season I come undone. Poetry writing while chortling, As I excuse myself for my mentality. Ha! I was never as happy as I thought I was And neither is anybody else.

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC

Ambiguity of Cracked Head

Murmuring lyrics to songs i can't sing, Disengaging asI search for a reason. A new way to breathe, And a plea for insanity. I scale the road for a fork, But all I see is a one way street. I know now, That I was always looking for a way to get out. Head hung low, Pacing, And muttering questions I don't know the answers to. Collapsing on brick, And Shivering in spring. Spring. That was the season it all happened in 2013. Spring. That was the season it all happened in 2001. Spring. This is the season I come undone. Poetry writing while chortling, As I excuse myself for my mentality. Ha! I was never as happy as I thought I was And neither is anybody else.

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I think that you lied. I think I clearly cut out the glass for you, The glass you so sloppily blew. I think you told me that, It's intricate contours were the works of your carving knife, But I knew better, I could see through your exo-skeleton. I could see into your soul. I could see that you're not who you look like. I could see you're far from beautiful. You pulled me into the closet, You told me that you're simply a contradiction. I told you, Simply and contradiction is a contradiction on its own, So you're a liar. I fled, And you said, "Off with her head!" And while my head rolled, God has been told, You were singing with your angel choir.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC

I Think I'm Not As Stupid As You Think

I think that you lied. I think I clearly cut out the glass for you, The glass you so sloppily blew. I think you told me that, It's intricate contours were the works of your carving knife, But I knew better, I could see through your exo-skeleton. I could see into your soul. I could see that you're not who you look like. I could see you're far from beautiful. You pulled me into the closet, You told me that you're simply a contradiction. I told you, Simply and contradiction is a contradiction on its own, So you're a liar. I fled, And you said, "Off with her head!" And while my head rolled, God has been told, You were singing with your angel choir.

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I called you today. I called and confessed to you, I am the vampire you thought you saw the other day. I've been holed up in my room, Trying to tell myself it's not true. I am not the parasitic, paled palor monster, The one you bit and transmitted the gene, Passed over until me. I want to believe vampires do not have superiority complexes. I want to believe immortality grants time for improvement. I am scared I will bite you one day, And I will drive you to my vampireistic tendencies, Or I will be forced to watch you bleed. I don't want to be a monster, But I fear it's too late.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC

I am a Vampire

I called you today. I called and confessed to you, I am the vampire you thought you saw the other day. I've been holed up in my room, Trying to tell myself it's not true. I am not the parasitic, paled palor monster, The one you bit and transmitted the gene, Passed over until me. I want to believe vampires do not have superiority complexes. I want to believe immortality grants time for improvement. I am scared I will bite you one day, And I will drive you to my vampireistic tendencies, Or I will be forced to watch you bleed. I don't want to be a monster, But I fear it's too late.

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Pebbles in brain waves, Brain waves in appendix. Asphyxiation of thought and mind. Don't you cry, But wouldn't it be swell, If the world could just lie down and die?

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC

Mental Oxidization

Pebbles in brain waves, Brain waves in appendix. Asphyxiation of thought and mind. Don't you cry, But wouldn't it be swell, If the world could just lie down and die?

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Have you ever looked for wonderland? Have you ever nearly smashed your head through your looking-glass? Candy-striped fairy class, Dancing around a glitter waterfall. Prince charming line ups, All dark, handsome, and tall. What would we be without our starry-eyed harlequin princesses? Lest, tire of the transparent stares? Do venture, never care. We will build a castle. A castle in the air, yes? A castle in the clouds, T'will be the envy of the sun. A castle of stars, A castle of gold, Diamond door knobs, Pavement of pearl. Venture up the cosmic stairs, Note the hint of *** And you open the door, And 14 are dead! Their suicide notes, They are fraught with a sin! Vanity, greed, lust, sloth.. Sinners never win, So that's why you immediately fled! Sinners are taught thou shalt not sin by sinners themselves! Yes, it's not your folly, alas you've been groomed! Trudge two steps at a time down the stairs you go, Wait! No, No stairs to be found! Molten rock and lava petticoat. You topple down, Clumsily , Gracelessly, Down to fiery pits of Hades! And that's where our story ends. You see, I nearly went mad, Looking for my wonderland.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC

I Went Mad Looking For My Wonderland

Have you ever looked for wonderland? Have you ever nearly smashed your head through your looking-glass? Candy-striped fairy class, Dancing around a glitter waterfall. Prince charming line ups, All dark, handsome, and tall. What would we be without our starry-eyed harlequin princesses? Lest, tire of the transparent stares? Do venture, never care. We will build a castle. A castle in the air, yes? A castle in the clouds, T'will be the envy of the sun. A castle of stars, A castle of gold, Diamond door knobs, Pavement of pearl. Venture up the cosmic stairs, Note the hint of *** And you open the door, And 14 are dead! Their suicide notes, They are fraught with a sin! Vanity, greed, lust, sloth.. Sinners never win, So that's why you immediately fled! Sinners are taught thou shalt not sin by sinners themselves! Yes, it's not your folly, alas you've been groomed! Trudge two steps at a time down the stairs you go, Wait! No, No stairs to be found! Molten rock and lava petticoat. You topple down, Clumsily , Gracelessly, Down to fiery pits of Hades! And that's where our story ends. You see, I nearly went mad, Looking for my wonderland.

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Emerging from the darkness, Your face is encircled with stars of Orion. Fog surrounding your silhouette. Overwhelming force field separating My aura from yours. Walk a fine street of plated gold, Deploring plastic cores, and camera stores. Flying fast, Screaming at the past. Back down from the galaxy. I scream with ecstasy; "I am Shakespearean! I am Freudian!" You are Napolean, King Henry and Led Zeppelin!" Crash, smash, crack myself open. Electromagnetic magnetism.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC

Galactic Camera Wars

Emerging from the darkness, Your face is encircled with stars of Orion. Fog surrounding your silhouette. Overwhelming force field separating My aura from yours. Walk a fine street of plated gold, Deploring plastic cores, and camera stores. Flying fast, Screaming at the past. Back down from the galaxy. I scream with ecstasy; "I am Shakespearean! I am Freudian!" You are Napolean, King Henry and Led Zeppelin!" Crash, smash, crack myself open. Electromagnetic magnetism.

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Happiness, A silly thing. Happiness, A trivial thing. Does one only have to sing? Choir and priestly men may argue yes, But I can't help but think, maybe this is all in jest. Does joy really come from the gospel? Or is it all just a psychological spell? Must we look to the savior for love? Or should love be handed to us? I went on a bus, Just last Tuesday, I was puzzled by the lack of happy faces. Snarls, apathy, stress, boredom. Is happiness only in God's kingdom? The search goes onward, It's everyone's quest. Must we rid ourselves of our everyday pests? Pry the day away and yet no one can tell me, What does it take to find happiness? I am pleased whilst lucid, For I am incoherent and I may live from within. Is happiness right underneath my skin? Does this indeed imply, That death is always the best state we will ever be in? Does this tell me to act as I wish? Is one really at best immune to others? If I had my druthers, I would paint myself pink, And ride a fuchsia elephant, Alas, I can't! Society stops me in my tracks! Is happiness perfection? Or simply satisfaction? Then why oh why would the world lie? Does true happiness exist? If it did, it wouldn't be so very sly.

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC

Happiness is a Cold Stare

Happiness, A silly thing. Happiness, A trivial thing. Does one only have to sing? Choir and priestly men may argue yes, But I can't help but think, maybe this is all in jest. Does joy really come from the gospel? Or is it all just a psychological spell? Must we look to the savior for love? Or should love be handed to us? I went on a bus, Just last Tuesday, I was puzzled by the lack of happy faces. Snarls, apathy, stress, boredom. Is happiness only in God's kingdom? The search goes onward, It's everyone's quest. Must we rid ourselves of our everyday pests? Pry the day away and yet no one can tell me, What does it take to find happiness? I am pleased whilst lucid, For I am incoherent and I may live from within. Is happiness right underneath my skin? Does this indeed imply, That death is always the best state we will ever be in? Does this tell me to act as I wish? Is one really at best immune to others? If I had my druthers, I would paint myself pink, And ride a fuchsia elephant, Alas, I can't! Society stops me in my tracks! Is happiness perfection? Or simply satisfaction? Then why oh why would the world lie? Does true happiness exist? If it did, it wouldn't be so very sly.

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I shatter my mirrors, I shatter my mirrors. With my mirrors, I gauge my eyes. I cry, We cry, He laughs, She cries. Because it is the sapphire eyes and gilded silk we covet. Because it is the deflation of our balloons and lifting of our baggage. We desire. Oh higher deity, go higher. Oh higher conscious, fly higher, Do tell me, Why are some blessed with such commodities? Why must we all look from a distance at such mere curiosities? Isn't the economy so deflated already?

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC

Mirror Eyes

I shatter my mirrors, I shatter my mirrors. With my mirrors, I gauge my eyes. I cry, We cry, He laughs, She cries. Because it is the sapphire eyes and gilded silk we covet. Because it is the deflation of our balloons and lifting of our baggage. We desire. Oh higher deity, go higher. Oh higher conscious, fly higher, Do tell me, Why are some blessed with such commodities? Why must we all look from a distance at such mere curiosities? Isn't the economy so deflated already?

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