carl-hoek - Hello Poetry

hey every one I've decided to **** my compactor my professional lock just a post without digging a ditch or securing a post hover like that in pink sky the creature that lives off blue sky my heart aims misses my lungs breathe misses and i'm supposed to call you what again oh yes out of respect Anger, no.: just like me Passion.: yet distant and false Death discussions long live all it misses struggles to me then and to everyone

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC

spearheads found in sand

hey every one I've decided to **** my compactor my professional lock just a post without digging a ditch or securing a post hover like that in pink sky the creature that lives off blue sky my heart aims misses my lungs breathe misses and i'm supposed to call you what again oh yes out of respect Anger, no.: just like me Passion.: yet distant and false Death discussions long live all it misses struggles to me then and to everyone

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the stunner is the death he holds inside the way he takes you out of your body and places you down softly on the dirt work for rest rest for work the masks we wear have almost worn out and its only left to the rubber straps around your ears to keep the act together glow like a worm **** up the moonlight distill it so i can drink from the sun your hopeless floating voice and the dream other things and so much more dream the disjointed apologetic hurtfull mostly pain and its only my pleasure to help it get worse

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC

i am inside

the stunner is the death he holds inside the way he takes you out of your body and places you down softly on the dirt work for rest rest for work the masks we wear have almost worn out and its only left to the rubber straps around your ears to keep the act together glow like a worm **** up the moonlight distill it so i can drink from the sun your hopeless floating voice and the dream other things and so much more dream the disjointed apologetic hurtfull mostly pain and its only my pleasure to help it get worse

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bye bye valentine you said i was the puppy that everyone wants to touch but i wont let them you were the one with perfect posture and it makes us all want it you were the one with all the **** me" in you and you sacrifice it all for yourself like a feral dog or cat him as a self reliant fool me as the everyone else my sense of possession my harmless diseases themselves apparent in waning gibbous moonlight the mildly pretty one who says can i get in there? of course you can but here in this empty place even though you're gorgeous ( everyone forgets about beauty and feeling) even when your that you're still that and there might not have conscious as she sat next to me everyday i didn't say a word not because i was afraid of what she could say but because i knew what she couldn't say and to think of the parched mind as supplement to my heart beating take all you need to drown your to your hearts content the mildew we sprinkled on pretty days mold inside the walls threatening to bring the health department in and shut the place down insect wings wetted by spit flying from your mouth from talking too much we're here up in the big blue silver lining waiting for you to come home waiting for the hammer to come down we know each other now and even our sleepless nights are punctuated by thoughts and dreams of each other

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC

bye bye val

bye bye valentine you said i was the puppy that everyone wants to touch but i wont let them you were the one with perfect posture and it makes us all want it you were the one with all the **** me" in you and you sacrifice it all for yourself like a feral dog or cat him as a self reliant fool me as the everyone else my sense of possession my harmless diseases themselves apparent in waning gibbous moonlight the mildly pretty one who says can i get in there? of course you can but here in this empty place even though you're gorgeous ( everyone forgets about beauty and feeling) even when your that you're still that and there might not have conscious as she sat next to me everyday i didn't say a word not because i was afraid of what she could say but because i knew what she couldn't say and to think of the parched mind as supplement to my heart beating take all you need to drown your to your hearts content the mildew we sprinkled on pretty days mold inside the walls threatening to bring the health department in and shut the place down insect wings wetted by spit flying from your mouth from talking too much we're here up in the big blue silver lining waiting for you to come home waiting for the hammer to come down we know each other now and even our sleepless nights are punctuated by thoughts and dreams of each other

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the kitchen counter has been disinfected we don't have interns here they didn't clean it because there is nothing to promise them i am truly afraid to have children not because i know they will grow up it is because they will grow up and they will hate me but because it is too easy to see that there is nothing left for them its pathetic and easy to forget our victories the value of the scent in your hair that soothes me i ruin it, potentially

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Dec 26, 2015

Dec 26, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC

Untitled

the kitchen counter has been disinfected we don't have interns here they didn't clean it because there is nothing to promise them i am truly afraid to have children not because i know they will grow up it is because they will grow up and they will hate me but because it is too easy to see that there is nothing left for them its pathetic and easy to forget our victories the value of the scent in your hair that soothes me i ruin it, potentially

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she looked at me blankly i only saw the floor she said something softly but my ears couldnt catch the air she moved with her beautiful lungs and ugly lips now there is light and i feel airy ive been blinking too much or maybe making sand castles but she told me there's only one way down

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC

blinking

she looked at me blankly i only saw the floor she said something softly but my ears couldnt catch the air she moved with her beautiful lungs and ugly lips now there is light and i feel airy ive been blinking too much or maybe making sand castles but she told me there's only one way down

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colors we saw when we were kids are gone now there was vitrified rock a volcano maybe even an unidentified blast he ran at me like a terrified dog i tried to help my son but by the time we got to the hospital he was already gone why this desert? why are there no insects? human records exist they always die trying to escape in the geographic pattern animal occurances time dialted beauty what or where is my eraticism petrol, eayon, venus , mars , off kilter steady magnetic stream my compass stables pulse pulse we all get magnet affected

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC

spine my figure eights

colors we saw when we were kids are gone now there was vitrified rock a volcano maybe even an unidentified blast he ran at me like a terrified dog i tried to help my son but by the time we got to the hospital he was already gone why this desert? why are there no insects? human records exist they always die trying to escape in the geographic pattern animal occurances time dialted beauty what or where is my eraticism petrol, eayon, venus , mars , off kilter steady magnetic stream my compass stables pulse pulse we all get magnet affected

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swarms of little biting creatures at my ankles smokey eye talent for your cover up camoflauging your heart or the thing thats there now that you used to call the heart i saw you naked i saw you in bed when i close my eyes i see showers of little water droplets cleaning you off so i wont be able to smell the smell of you getting ****** should i be worried? should i care? probably not because i know where youre at and its the same on my end theres no blame here how can there be where all of us are categorically wronged against acting accordingly stapled up hearts trying to bear full loads of wet tears but at the same time trying to perform what too many consider to be the proof of love could you stay with me until the gold appears? when i die its all yours the big fat math problem in my bank account

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC

benefits ( mostly just fits)

swarms of little biting creatures at my ankles smokey eye talent for your cover up camoflauging your heart or the thing thats there now that you used to call the heart i saw you naked i saw you in bed when i close my eyes i see showers of little water droplets cleaning you off so i wont be able to smell the smell of you getting ****** should i be worried? should i care? probably not because i know where youre at and its the same on my end theres no blame here how can there be where all of us are categorically wronged against acting accordingly stapled up hearts trying to bear full loads of wet tears but at the same time trying to perform what too many consider to be the proof of love could you stay with me until the gold appears? when i die its all yours the big fat math problem in my bank account

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exspression sometimes the binary conclusion, the concave mass of what my eyes have seen or have yet to see or what they used to see the abscence of your body between the sheets lying next to me, leaves me memories and faint reminders of scent carried by air decaying leaves on the wind, tommy hillfiger perfume, smoke all and any kinds of smoke, the smell of oil paints and the taste of latex, **** plastic, floor tiles, stardust, a shot of ***** you took and held in your mouth just to spit it down my throat. blue smoke rings, burnt holes in every piece of fabric i own down the alley later down the alley

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC

later down the alley

exspression sometimes the binary conclusion, the concave mass of what my eyes have seen or have yet to see or what they used to see the abscence of your body between the sheets lying next to me, leaves me memories and faint reminders of scent carried by air decaying leaves on the wind, tommy hillfiger perfume, smoke all and any kinds of smoke, the smell of oil paints and the taste of latex, **** plastic, floor tiles, stardust, a shot of ***** you took and held in your mouth just to spit it down my throat. blue smoke rings, burnt holes in every piece of fabric i own down the alley later down the alley

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now i fet it the broccoli exploding heads against me put the wavering native american eyes in your mouth chew and swallow i see heaven now laid out on a dusty suburban street with heavens light poking through holes in a dark dark liquor pool sky all the little buggies like that hovering and then there you are appearing out of stone green alabaster ladders she comes now spewing hot sauce out of her mouth winged lepars and polio stricken words out of dry ice sculpture depends on what youre aiming at when backing up in reverse so many days seconds minutes hours time spent in an old logging camp years wasted in fruitless retrieval its been tackled now the fearless writhing of my reckless sack of bones the fibers tearing apart like a ghost projecting a soul a stringy mess of plasma days and days and years and years up out of this shamble this poor excuse for a signal duck shaped glyphs flickering on a radar screen walking down the dusty grey broken pavement back and forth to the neon green river in and out towards the warm light of love undulating my lunge for the final helpless fury and then we let go

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC

for them

now i fet it the broccoli exploding heads against me put the wavering native american eyes in your mouth chew and swallow i see heaven now laid out on a dusty suburban street with heavens light poking through holes in a dark dark liquor pool sky all the little buggies like that hovering and then there you are appearing out of stone green alabaster ladders she comes now spewing hot sauce out of her mouth winged lepars and polio stricken words out of dry ice sculpture depends on what youre aiming at when backing up in reverse so many days seconds minutes hours time spent in an old logging camp years wasted in fruitless retrieval its been tackled now the fearless writhing of my reckless sack of bones the fibers tearing apart like a ghost projecting a soul a stringy mess of plasma days and days and years and years up out of this shamble this poor excuse for a signal duck shaped glyphs flickering on a radar screen walking down the dusty grey broken pavement back and forth to the neon green river in and out towards the warm light of love undulating my lunge for the final helpless fury and then we let go

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god **** the machines that press the makeup cakes we should take the machines that press chemicals into pills and turn them into masturbators **** you and your ******** degree your sense of art your working thinking knowing of anything at all its the same as the pill pressing machine your ego your sense of yourself sense of accomplishment twisted view of the world no matter who you are no matter where you come from working to live and living to die why shouldnt we be ****** ? murderers? theives politicians fathers gods eternal children maybe just think about your death you will die but its ok we all have to after all

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC

beauty products

god **** the machines that press the makeup cakes we should take the machines that press chemicals into pills and turn them into masturbators **** you and your ******** degree your sense of art your working thinking knowing of anything at all its the same as the pill pressing machine your ego your sense of yourself sense of accomplishment twisted view of the world no matter who you are no matter where you come from working to live and living to die why shouldnt we be ****** ? murderers? theives politicians fathers gods eternal children maybe just think about your death you will die but its ok we all have to after all

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