chris-dionisio - Hello Poetry

Let me down easy Don't soften the blow with formalities or kind words The delivery is slice of rye that should be washed down, not buttered Do not leave me hungry and desiring more Let me drown in the wash of Time and liquor Let me dive into the sharp icy bath of realization Stop my heart and shock my senses Spare no expense of my feelings or wellbeing Let it be a summer storm to last but a day in my life Then I will know that you truly care

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC

When Delivering Bad News

Let me down easy Don't soften the blow with formalities or kind words The delivery is slice of rye that should be washed down, not buttered Do not leave me hungry and desiring more Let me drown in the wash of Time and liquor Let me dive into the sharp icy bath of realization Stop my heart and shock my senses Spare no expense of my feelings or wellbeing Let it be a summer storm to last but a day in my life Then I will know that you truly care

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The house is still in slumber I peak out my window and the sun peaks back Dawn. I pick my layers and dig for change A Banana Rep sweater, a Lee denim jacket, and $6.75 in various coins. I tuck my jeans into and lace up my boots while music plays in my ears Arctic Monkeys. I head out the door It's cold out and an elderly cyclist crosses in front of me at a steady pace The smell of cigarette smoke dances into my nostrils I breathe in Soon that will be me. I make it to the 7-Eleven and greet good morning to a homeless man who had just woken up Please don't let that be me. I go inside and ask for Marlboro reds Ah, Death's satin dress. The clerk tells me to quit I smile to hide my irritation and tell him, "Maybe." As I head home, I spark one of Death's twenty porcelain fingers It's still cold out Yet I sacrifice my right hand's comfort for another drag. It's going to be a good morning.

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC

A Good Morning

The house is still in slumber I peak out my window and the sun peaks back Dawn. I pick my layers and dig for change A Banana Rep sweater, a Lee denim jacket, and $6.75 in various coins. I tuck my jeans into and lace up my boots while music plays in my ears Arctic Monkeys. I head out the door It's cold out and an elderly cyclist crosses in front of me at a steady pace The smell of cigarette smoke dances into my nostrils I breathe in Soon that will be me. I make it to the 7-Eleven and greet good morning to a homeless man who had just woken up Please don't let that be me. I go inside and ask for Marlboro reds Ah, Death's satin dress. The clerk tells me to quit I smile to hide my irritation and tell him, "Maybe." As I head home, I spark one of Death's twenty porcelain fingers It's still cold out Yet I sacrifice my right hand's comfort for another drag. It's going to be a good morning.

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Cigarette smoke fills my lungs as I press graphite to the dimly lit page I am uncertain if my light source is the street lamp or the moonlight Mucus builds up in the back of my throat Lovely habit I look up and see Orion and wonder what he thinks of me Does he think of me? I put out my cigarette and the faint yet pungent odor of marijuana hits me Maybe some Mary Jane would help this flow better Maybe I begin to count Ten Ten cigarettes to last me until Monday I reach for another, begrudgingly Filthy habit Orion looks down at me with disgust Or is it indifference? Marlboro Red's The sharp veil that adorns Death's alluring figure Each puff is a tighter grip onto my unhallowed lover Smoke hits my eyes, stinging them Death is such a tease And I am in love

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Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC

Untitled Free Verse on the Subject of Smoking

Cigarette smoke fills my lungs as I press graphite to the dimly lit page I am uncertain if my light source is the street lamp or the moonlight Mucus builds up in the back of my throat Lovely habit I look up and see Orion and wonder what he thinks of me Does he think of me? I put out my cigarette and the faint yet pungent odor of marijuana hits me Maybe some Mary Jane would help this flow better Maybe I begin to count Ten Ten cigarettes to last me until Monday I reach for another, begrudgingly Filthy habit Orion looks down at me with disgust Or is it indifference? Marlboro Red's The sharp veil that adorns Death's alluring figure Each puff is a tighter grip onto my unhallowed lover Smoke hits my eyes, stinging them Death is such a tease And I am in love

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The weight of emotion sinks into my soul The weight of loss crushes my chest Pressure builds inside of me Rage and sorrow, love and frustration I want to apologize I want her to apologize I want to hold her and tell her that I'm still here I want her to need me again Every thought of her pains me My breath shortens My arms grow heavy I want to release the pressure the only way I know how I want to hurt myself Even now my mind drifts to the blade Sweet crimson life dripping out Please, help lift these stones from my chest Help release this pressure inside me Whoever, wherever you are Please, help me

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Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC

Prayer of A Brokenhearted Fence Walker

The weight of emotion sinks into my soul The weight of loss crushes my chest Pressure builds inside of me Rage and sorrow, love and frustration I want to apologize I want her to apologize I want to hold her and tell her that I'm still here I want her to need me again Every thought of her pains me My breath shortens My arms grow heavy I want to release the pressure the only way I know how I want to hurt myself Even now my mind drifts to the blade Sweet crimson life dripping out Please, help lift these stones from my chest Help release this pressure inside me Whoever, wherever you are Please, help me

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Spending nights off in Bars or back at school Spending nights off Laying in bed sad and alone Going out at my own expense Paying no mind to my Bank account or rent Spending my breaks Smoking out half a lung Worrying more if I have money For cigarettes than for rent Coworkers and family ask If I have a girlfriend yet I tell them I don’t have The time or money when Really, I don’t have Confidence November is my birthday I’m turning twenty-two I’m feeling twenty-blue

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC

The Inner Workings of an Uncertain Man

Spending nights off in Bars or back at school Spending nights off Laying in bed sad and alone Going out at my own expense Paying no mind to my Bank account or rent Spending my breaks Smoking out half a lung Worrying more if I have money For cigarettes than for rent Coworkers and family ask If I have a girlfriend yet I tell them I don’t have The time or money when Really, I don’t have Confidence November is my birthday I’m turning twenty-two I’m feeling twenty-blue

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I watch the energy roar silently across the sky through the thin veil of cigarette smoke The parking lot lamp lights the page A midsummer night in October and my skin sticks to my shirt with sweat and desperation I look at my life and think Our individual existence is as fleeting as a blot of lightning The observation or neglect of it doesn't make it not so Yet we cannot help but be in awe of it all

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC

Chasing Lightning

I watch the energy roar silently across the sky through the thin veil of cigarette smoke The parking lot lamp lights the page A midsummer night in October and my skin sticks to my shirt with sweat and desperation I look at my life and think Our individual existence is as fleeting as a blot of lightning The observation or neglect of it doesn't make it not so Yet we cannot help but be in awe of it all

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I was the boy who refused to grow up And as punishment for this hubris The world moved on without me. My friends all out grew make-believe While I spun stories in my head. They learned and embraced responsibility While I was crushed by the weight of my decisions. They adapted to the jaded world of adulthood While I became prisoner to my habits and ideals. They pressed on from struggle and forward with life While I stood still, wallowing in depression. They have their futures While I have my present. And perhaps, like the absent-minded astronomer, They will fall into the well of Now While I sit back and enjoy the city lights.

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Apr 10, 2014

Apr 10, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC

City Lights

I was the boy who refused to grow up And as punishment for this hubris The world moved on without me. My friends all out grew make-believe While I spun stories in my head. They learned and embraced responsibility While I was crushed by the weight of my decisions. They adapted to the jaded world of adulthood While I became prisoner to my habits and ideals. They pressed on from struggle and forward with life While I stood still, wallowing in depression. They have their futures While I have my present. And perhaps, like the absent-minded astronomer, They will fall into the well of Now While I sit back and enjoy the city lights.

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I just Want one End.

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC

Life is like climbing a rope ladder It's scary at first, but the only way to go is Up. That is Life.

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC

Life Is...

Life is like climbing a rope ladder It's scary at first, but the only way to go is Up. That is Life.

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Welcome mats say a lot of things They tell a guest first and foremost: "Welcome" They also say: "Come in, if your are clean." Or even: **** of, just trying to be polite" These are the welcome mats.

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC

Welcome

Welcome mats say a lot of things They tell a guest first and foremost: "Welcome" They also say: "Come in, if your are clean." Or even: **** of, just trying to be polite" These are the welcome mats.

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