ce-green - Hello Poetry

It isn't the keys or the bottlecaps adorned with some image of a deity, that makes me stumble. Just this month. Enough. I've told you all there is to tell back in place, the lovers helm, a sickly visage of diner's guilt. Just this once. A front. It isn't carrying things, or the weight I drag about it's a wonder wheel of intent and purpose doubt. you've told all there is to hide back a step, the liar's guise, an enfeebled glance that misguides

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May 7, 2022

May 7, 2022 at 4:51 AM UTC

Carrying Things

It isn't the keys or the bottlecaps adorned with some image of a deity, that makes me stumble. Just this month. Enough. I've told you all there is to tell back in place, the lovers helm, a sickly visage of diner's guilt. Just this once. A front. It isn't carrying things, or the weight I drag about it's a wonder wheel of intent and purpose doubt. you've told all there is to hide back a step, the liar's guise, an enfeebled glance that misguides

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Enveloped in rapturous craze Sweaty soul, gainless days There we were again like things had never changed. Some old Soul Song plays Grasp your wrist and fall into stasis Because I couldn't please you, not then But I still want to dance with you Perhaps romance is not lost on us. Wind down and tell me a funny story There was one about your sisters folly We go ahead and fall short of transparency I idle along, expectantly This can't be the end of you and me as much as it needs to be.

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Apr 21, 2022

Apr 21, 2022 at 5:13 AM UTC

The End of You

Enveloped in rapturous craze Sweaty soul, gainless days There we were again like things had never changed. Some old Soul Song plays Grasp your wrist and fall into stasis Because I couldn't please you, not then But I still want to dance with you Perhaps romance is not lost on us. Wind down and tell me a funny story There was one about your sisters folly We go ahead and fall short of transparency I idle along, expectantly This can't be the end of you and me as much as it needs to be.

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Verse: Head case, ending the story color bleed head flip astronomy frantic fantasy: a question Pre Chorus: Would the notes that were gifted mean anything? Chorus: I'd let you know that I love you, that I was sincere in my appreciation. and if I collapse suddenly, I'm sure it's imminent sentimentality. Well! Ok! My guts are worn and ripped, my stomach drunk and stiff Keep those thoughts to yourself, to yourself. (X2)

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Mar 18, 2022

Mar 18, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC

Untitled

Verse: Head case, ending the story color bleed head flip astronomy frantic fantasy: a question Pre Chorus: Would the notes that were gifted mean anything? Chorus: I'd let you know that I love you, that I was sincere in my appreciation. and if I collapse suddenly, I'm sure it's imminent sentimentality. Well! Ok! My guts are worn and ripped, my stomach drunk and stiff Keep those thoughts to yourself, to yourself. (X2)

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Someplace far North there is prickly rain pouring. Within a valley, a sun soaked memory, and warmth no longer lingering. For these are the days I spend, Gather and taste the endless ad nauseam. Routine is ****** boring and nuclear Twilight lust ****** soaring and unclear. The silver lining in-between, the ceremonial guillotine. My head comes off clean with wonderous efficiency.

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Feb 24, 2022

Feb 24, 2022 at 4:00 AM UTC

Silver Lining

Someplace far North there is prickly rain pouring. Within a valley, a sun soaked memory, and warmth no longer lingering. For these are the days I spend, Gather and taste the endless ad nauseam. Routine is ****** boring and nuclear Twilight lust ****** soaring and unclear. The silver lining in-between, the ceremonial guillotine. My head comes off clean with wonderous efficiency.

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An entrance thief who gathers entry fees Well unknown and shockingly clean. Price gouge the lovely deep Whole of anti anniversary. Hip strut, floral shift One swift reminder Of how I'm not over this. Good guys, stand up kids Finishing last, and worshiping carelessness.

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Jan 25, 2022

Jan 25, 2022 at 2:04 AM UTC

Thrift Store Thirst

An entrance thief who gathers entry fees Well unknown and shockingly clean. Price gouge the lovely deep Whole of anti anniversary. Hip strut, floral shift One swift reminder Of how I'm not over this. Good guys, stand up kids Finishing last, and worshiping carelessness.

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Thumb split, encroaching dead skin Text message architect, you included a memory within. Imagery drought **** love eyes emoji stressed forlorn insect thighs. now without a doubt, you grasp on to my worrisome tide full self Indigo, doesn't know where to go, when blue is left to its initiation show. Numb drift, welcoming dead thin Draft notations, all intrusive a daydream within.

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Jan 25, 2022

Jan 25, 2022 at 1:38 AM UTC

Intrusive

Thumb split, encroaching dead skin Text message architect, you included a memory within. Imagery drought **** love eyes emoji stressed forlorn insect thighs. now without a doubt, you grasp on to my worrisome tide full self Indigo, doesn't know where to go, when blue is left to its initiation show. Numb drift, welcoming dead thin Draft notations, all intrusive a daydream within.

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Often I can't explain how it happens How I get choked up at the initial glance we share, most days. And yes, it's early, a morning happenstance. Too early to classify as pretense. This is my vulnerability bleeding through your loveliness. Grabbing me close, no signs of release, a craned neck with silver chain, worn and cheap. Scented flower child reaching to breathe, a thrift store tee shirt, sleep sized, you lent to me. I don't want to die tonight, the tyranny of my dreams say otherwise. At least we have December. Coal mask breathing technique, the most uniform and unmatched fashion. i just don't know what I'm-a-gonna do. if i dont find a cure for the january blues.

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Jan 21, 2022

Jan 21, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC

All Over the Place

Often I can't explain how it happens How I get choked up at the initial glance we share, most days. And yes, it's early, a morning happenstance. Too early to classify as pretense. This is my vulnerability bleeding through your loveliness. Grabbing me close, no signs of release, a craned neck with silver chain, worn and cheap. Scented flower child reaching to breathe, a thrift store tee shirt, sleep sized, you lent to me. I don't want to die tonight, the tyranny of my dreams say otherwise. At least we have December. Coal mask breathing technique, the most uniform and unmatched fashion. i just don't know what I'm-a-gonna do. if i dont find a cure for the january blues.

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Wander through a dim and hollering room this length of blaring and vital youth. They aren't people tonight, they are wolves hiding fangs behind masks that drool. and all about them a feeling of depraved deception insidious heat permeates the space and it seeps into my feet as I make my way across the hollering room. And just at the moment I feel I've made a mistake, that I should not be here, that I do not belong, that a strange and imminent fate is afoot there is a pause all else is shrouded amongst the noise and haste and a solitary single angel enters my line of sight. If important things are so hard to say how can we not help but to get them out? And is it true that things like this always happen for a reason? Some questions I ask myself. And I never got to hold your hair back when you became sick I just held you there in a windswept freeze, ocean midnight breeze. She smells like sunlight and blossoming summer flowers and I want to be there. Right now, I just want to be there, far away from the hollering room.

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Dec 20, 2021

Dec 20, 2021 at 1:45 AM UTC

The Hollering Room

Wander through a dim and hollering room this length of blaring and vital youth. They aren't people tonight, they are wolves hiding fangs behind masks that drool. and all about them a feeling of depraved deception insidious heat permeates the space and it seeps into my feet as I make my way across the hollering room. And just at the moment I feel I've made a mistake, that I should not be here, that I do not belong, that a strange and imminent fate is afoot there is a pause all else is shrouded amongst the noise and haste and a solitary single angel enters my line of sight. If important things are so hard to say how can we not help but to get them out? And is it true that things like this always happen for a reason? Some questions I ask myself. And I never got to hold your hair back when you became sick I just held you there in a windswept freeze, ocean midnight breeze. She smells like sunlight and blossoming summer flowers and I want to be there. Right now, I just want to be there, far away from the hollering room.

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and so you fell away introspectively a cough and a cold shoulder forehead press, and no kiss. going forward half sincerely the wet and one note weather bed head stunned, enter no forgiveness.

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Oct 22, 2021

Oct 22, 2021 at 12:51 AM UTC

stunned

and so you fell away introspectively a cough and a cold shoulder forehead press, and no kiss. going forward half sincerely the wet and one note weather bed head stunned, enter no forgiveness.

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Shadow deer incoming upon azure hue sight backmask their beauty fast Oh, I know! the one about the empty myth? we heard that one two weeks past. Temezcal withdrawn Mauve cycle, crass. You've told me a thousand times To hell with empathy tax.

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Oct 10, 2021

Oct 10, 2021 at 4:23 AM UTC

Cater

Shadow deer incoming upon azure hue sight backmask their beauty fast Oh, I know! the one about the empty myth? we heard that one two weeks past. Temezcal withdrawn Mauve cycle, crass. You've told me a thousand times To hell with empathy tax.

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