buddy-t - Hello Poetry

rotten food in the fridge left in a little too long the maggots are consuming it from the inside out the clock seems to tick slowly an illusion of time slowly going quickly and soon i’m out of luck the days pass by as i lay in the fridge quickly going moldy day by day

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Nov 8, 2024

Nov 8, 2024 at 4:06 PM UTC

moldy food

rotten food in the fridge left in a little too long the maggots are consuming it from the inside out the clock seems to tick slowly an illusion of time slowly going quickly and soon i’m out of luck the days pass by as i lay in the fridge quickly going moldy day by day

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roaring beast. steam obsolete. i wish my hands. to see them fall apart. crackling dry. the crust in my eyes. moon oh please, let me be free, from this ******* heat 80 degrees. i thought i had grown, but it’s just the moss on the stone. my heart no longer beats with the rain. i just stay inside all day. i look her in the eyes i see no reflection i miss the girl i used to be and if this is adult life it would’ve been better to die at seventeen

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Jun 10, 2023

Jun 10, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC

regression

roaring beast. steam obsolete. i wish my hands. to see them fall apart. crackling dry. the crust in my eyes. moon oh please, let me be free, from this ******* heat 80 degrees. i thought i had grown, but it’s just the moss on the stone. my heart no longer beats with the rain. i just stay inside all day. i look her in the eyes i see no reflection i miss the girl i used to be and if this is adult life it would’ve been better to die at seventeen

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i wish it was night a little longer i want to moon to hold me a little more fonder hop in my car and grab my keys as we ride away from the east running away from the rising sun but our push back will soon be undone a blazing fire soon forthcoming hold me tight so i forget my ears are drumming the world around us is set ablaze stuck together in this sweltering maze finally we have reached total apocalypse but before we go, blow me a kiss

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Feb 13, 2023

Feb 13, 2023 at 12:28 AM UTC

Westward

i wish it was night a little longer i want to moon to hold me a little more fonder hop in my car and grab my keys as we ride away from the east running away from the rising sun but our push back will soon be undone a blazing fire soon forthcoming hold me tight so i forget my ears are drumming the world around us is set ablaze stuck together in this sweltering maze finally we have reached total apocalypse but before we go, blow me a kiss

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you’re every melody and every song you’re the pounding in my head all night long pounding, pounding all night long bleary eyes and heavy cheeks you’re the sore in my bones that make them meek and every other week another year come and gone, so long the ringing in my ears the salt in my tears, tongue long against my face catching them before they slip away another race down the roadway to your doorframe come 2nd place but who’s to say i kiss you anyway

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Nov 24, 2020

Nov 24, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC

100° fever - August

you’re every melody and every song you’re the pounding in my head all night long pounding, pounding all night long bleary eyes and heavy cheeks you’re the sore in my bones that make them meek and every other week another year come and gone, so long the ringing in my ears the salt in my tears, tongue long against my face catching them before they slip away another race down the roadway to your doorframe come 2nd place but who’s to say i kiss you anyway

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I leave this work untitled Like every book on the wall Like the wall, I hold these works on me No names, no faces I look into the mirror I see no face, no name, no title Just a book, an unfinished piece of work No work on this wall is complete And thus, deserves no name The untitled works, the poems and novellas The epics, the short stories, the sagas and chronicles All unfinished, all untitled It’s hard to find a piece of writing When the covers are all the same All white, all blank, nameless If I set fire to this room It would be like nothing had been destroyed at all They sit on their wall; waiting I lay on my bed; waiting Waiting We are waiting

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Aug 24, 2020

Aug 24, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC

Untitled document

I leave this work untitled Like every book on the wall Like the wall, I hold these works on me No names, no faces I look into the mirror I see no face, no name, no title Just a book, an unfinished piece of work No work on this wall is complete And thus, deserves no name The untitled works, the poems and novellas The epics, the short stories, the sagas and chronicles All unfinished, all untitled It’s hard to find a piece of writing When the covers are all the same All white, all blank, nameless If I set fire to this room It would be like nothing had been destroyed at all They sit on their wall; waiting I lay on my bed; waiting Waiting We are waiting

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counting stars like the ticks of seconds on the clock dare i hold her hand a little tighter i do believe her hand holy blessing a sinner like me artemis stares, i blink and if i believed in god i would’ve thought she was standing there in front of me

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Aug 12, 2020

Aug 12, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC

palm-sized heaven

counting stars like the ticks of seconds on the clock dare i hold her hand a little tighter i do believe her hand holy blessing a sinner like me artemis stares, i blink and if i believed in god i would’ve thought she was standing there in front of me

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There was a ghost in my house It walked through my hallways at night And swirled green around my ceiling fan I could feel it in my home I could feel it next to my bed There was a ghost in my house It haunted me for 13 years I thought I’d always feel That not-alone dreadful fear For another few years There was a ghost in my house That made me sweat Who whispered in my ear And shook me from my bed And only the bathroom was where i could escape There was a ghost in my house Maybe more than one Maybe more than two It made my friends cry It made me scream for so long There is not a ghost in my house Is it no longer there? Did it pass on to heaven? Did I scare it away? Did I grow too old to feel it here? There is not a ghost in my house Where did it go I miss it quite a lot For the ghost in my house Made me feel thing I usually did not I wish the ghost in my house did not go away I wish I still felt what I did on those past days These days I feel like I’m the ghost in my house Drifting away, thought after thought

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC

The ghost in my house

There was a ghost in my house It walked through my hallways at night And swirled green around my ceiling fan I could feel it in my home I could feel it next to my bed There was a ghost in my house It haunted me for 13 years I thought I’d always feel That not-alone dreadful fear For another few years There was a ghost in my house That made me sweat Who whispered in my ear And shook me from my bed And only the bathroom was where i could escape There was a ghost in my house Maybe more than one Maybe more than two It made my friends cry It made me scream for so long There is not a ghost in my house Is it no longer there? Did it pass on to heaven? Did I scare it away? Did I grow too old to feel it here? There is not a ghost in my house Where did it go I miss it quite a lot For the ghost in my house Made me feel thing I usually did not I wish the ghost in my house did not go away I wish I still felt what I did on those past days These days I feel like I’m the ghost in my house Drifting away, thought after thought

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well that can’t be good now that i’ve started to dream about her

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC

morning dread

well that can’t be good now that i’ve started to dream about her

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these little things are so precious to me i want to lock them in a box where no one else can see but i have no box as you can see i’m gay but i’m no sinner but i’m no saint either i just happen to love your face

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC

Your Gifts

these little things are so precious to me i want to lock them in a box where no one else can see but i have no box as you can see i’m gay but i’m no sinner but i’m no saint either i just happen to love your face

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have you been to the midway point between heaven and earth better than hell better than earth perhaps even better than heaven it’s self do they judge in hell? do they judge on earth? do they judge in heaven? but no one judges in the midway point of heaven and earth earth is closer to hell than heaven so to be neutral is to be in the midway point between heaven and earth

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC

between heaven and earth

have you been to the midway point between heaven and earth better than hell better than earth perhaps even better than heaven it’s self do they judge in hell? do they judge on earth? do they judge in heaven? but no one judges in the midway point of heaven and earth earth is closer to hell than heaven so to be neutral is to be in the midway point between heaven and earth

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