bridget-cuevas - Hello Poetry

I pulled up my shirt just to feel my own skin.

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC

I pulled up my shirt just to feel my own skin.

It’s a trapped feeling days without port I’d imagine, it’s a similar feeling to being on that of an island Scrambling to the ends of the earth only to find the Red Sea Tempting an illusion of faith If only one were to jump from the railings

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC

Cruise Liners

It’s a trapped feeling days without port I’d imagine, it’s a similar feeling to being on that of an island Scrambling to the ends of the earth only to find the Red Sea Tempting an illusion of faith If only one were to jump from the railings

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My whole body feels soft and swollen Holiday goose. “I was not only fed, I was feasted” Fat Smooth Thighs My watches finally fit Snug As a bug In my belly swelling Parasitic possibilities I pray But not really But it feels better than taking responsibility For not fitting into any of my jeans

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC

Stuffing

My whole body feels soft and swollen Holiday goose. “I was not only fed, I was feasted” Fat Smooth Thighs My watches finally fit Snug As a bug In my belly swelling Parasitic possibilities I pray But not really But it feels better than taking responsibility For not fitting into any of my jeans

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Take me in your toes Wrap me around your neck And tell me Babe You don’t need to breathe Because Babe You pig You slob I will breathe for you **** on your belly and make you squeal Throw you up into the ceiling And watch you spin Fling around in pieces Then Pick the sleep from your ducks and Lick your temples Topple you back into this pool of sheets Splashing in this free world We call Tuesday Slide by in my hands in our hands I am light I am so light and I feel nothing And everything all at the same time Because In twenty minutes I danced In one hour I exploded And my new friend In two In two it doesn’t even matter If my cat hates me Because I hate my cat But I love her just the same

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC

Airport Boogie

Take me in your toes Wrap me around your neck And tell me Babe You don’t need to breathe Because Babe You pig You slob I will breathe for you **** on your belly and make you squeal Throw you up into the ceiling And watch you spin Fling around in pieces Then Pick the sleep from your ducks and Lick your temples Topple you back into this pool of sheets Splashing in this free world We call Tuesday Slide by in my hands in our hands I am light I am so light and I feel nothing And everything all at the same time Because In twenty minutes I danced In one hour I exploded And my new friend In two In two it doesn’t even matter If my cat hates me Because I hate my cat But I love her just the same

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I can’t imagine Myself being tender. I just feel like a stranger 8pm Thursday What died in me What woke up? My heart my heart I used to sing to you I used to fill your head with custard thoughts and whipped cream cherries We were a hot fudge Sunday banana spilt Toothe ache I begged you for just one day I begged you for a watch that didn’t work our very first date And even when we fixed it that Halloween It ticked in a costume

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC

Untitled

I can’t imagine Myself being tender. I just feel like a stranger 8pm Thursday What died in me What woke up? My heart my heart I used to sing to you I used to fill your head with custard thoughts and whipped cream cherries We were a hot fudge Sunday banana spilt Toothe ache I begged you for just one day I begged you for a watch that didn’t work our very first date And even when we fixed it that Halloween It ticked in a costume

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And the rise of inequality There’s this bird outside That tells me I’m primal But the screen in front of my face tells me I’m tame Domestic A house cat A coned dog Let off my leash Found comfort in a collar Baby, if this earthquake hits We’re all going to die

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC

Creation myths

And the rise of inequality There’s this bird outside That tells me I’m primal But the screen in front of my face tells me I’m tame Domestic A house cat A coned dog Let off my leash Found comfort in a collar Baby, if this earthquake hits We’re all going to die

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People join chat rooms, drop their pants and buy plane tickets. Did they give up or did they just get real?

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC

You know something else?

People join chat rooms, drop their pants and buy plane tickets. Did they give up or did they just get real?

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Eloquently plain You’re like a fine vanilla yogurt Surprisingly delicious You chance you maybe Good Your words entertain me to the end And then I am bored again.

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC

You know something?

Eloquently plain You’re like a fine vanilla yogurt Surprisingly delicious You chance you maybe Good Your words entertain me to the end And then I am bored again.

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