christopher-ranieri - Hello Poetry

Travis used to pick up pebbles Held them in his hand looking For gold... Or crystal, smooth sides Or even one with a strange color He wanted to throw them upstream So he could watch his collection Bounce before it drowns Now I've been collecting pebbles Since he shot one bouncing farther Than the heat could bend the light I learned religion that day I woulda started a church on the shore Hiring monks to unravel the secrets Of his backhand throw, I mean if I could even pick up The pebbles anymore without Watching half drip through fingertips Just to watch them drown, thudding Into last years promises, I swear if I had a pebble for every Promise I made to my future, I'd be forced to build a wall Between me and every half-thrown Analogy ripping your mind Out of the moment and hello This isn't a Poem, this is Uhhhhh.... Just words in a line and so if that Interruption wasn't enough to Send you Running Then you're stronger than the people Disappointed by my inattention to details If I really had a pebble for every Promise I've ever broken I'd do my best To pile them up in such a way that the right Light reflects my true intentions That wall, is a scarf, to keep you warm All the nights you had to cry yourself To sleepless tossing when I should've been There. To wipe away your tears and I'm sorry.. But I'm gonna have to leave You in that bed a few more times I still Haven't learned how to count sheep who can't jump over that wall we built

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC

pile of pebbles

Travis used to pick up pebbles Held them in his hand looking For gold... Or crystal, smooth sides Or even one with a strange color He wanted to throw them upstream So he could watch his collection Bounce before it drowns Now I've been collecting pebbles Since he shot one bouncing farther Than the heat could bend the light I learned religion that day I woulda started a church on the shore Hiring monks to unravel the secrets Of his backhand throw, I mean if I could even pick up The pebbles anymore without Watching half drip through fingertips Just to watch them drown, thudding Into last years promises, I swear if I had a pebble for every Promise I made to my future, I'd be forced to build a wall Between me and every half-thrown Analogy ripping your mind Out of the moment and hello This isn't a Poem, this is Uhhhhh.... Just words in a line and so if that Interruption wasn't enough to Send you Running Then you're stronger than the people Disappointed by my inattention to details If I really had a pebble for every Promise I've ever broken I'd do my best To pile them up in such a way that the right Light reflects my true intentions That wall, is a scarf, to keep you warm All the nights you had to cry yourself To sleepless tossing when I should've been There. To wipe away your tears and I'm sorry.. But I'm gonna have to leave You in that bed a few more times I still Haven't learned how to count sheep who can't jump over that wall we built

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Adjustments to life's seat belt slaps Can sometimes create a bumpy ride So don't forget to strap in your Neighbor before yourself, because There may be some turbulence So I **** well hope you don't say the word: BOMB Or expect the fires of hades to Come for your *** walking beside it Barefoot and friendly, just askin For a smile, but these days We both know a smile is at a Premium and lord knows the Dollar don't go as far as It used to. So roll every penny And sleeve and keep Notching your seatbelt, You earned it kiddo, Just don't go fallin asleep At the wheel or you'll Drift into cowfields and Hay bales and maybe See something beautiful For once in your Smog-filled, street-lickin' life.

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC

add a notch to your seat belt

Adjustments to life's seat belt slaps Can sometimes create a bumpy ride So don't forget to strap in your Neighbor before yourself, because There may be some turbulence So I **** well hope you don't say the word: BOMB Or expect the fires of hades to Come for your *** walking beside it Barefoot and friendly, just askin For a smile, but these days We both know a smile is at a Premium and lord knows the Dollar don't go as far as It used to. So roll every penny And sleeve and keep Notching your seatbelt, You earned it kiddo, Just don't go fallin asleep At the wheel or you'll Drift into cowfields and Hay bales and maybe See something beautiful For once in your Smog-filled, street-lickin' life.

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relinquish your anguish tearing fears of queers from broken enigmas running sideways through your flaccid fears fears of being crushed the life you live coming will make you feel rushed quicker than their needs clutching to the new grounds dreaming of distant horizons burn the remnants bleeding then all your old plush can drag to the floor with pearls, curls, swine before twirls your life will never be some toy in another mans flush flicking twisted sheltered enigmas into quickened glances erupt, don't get taken by your grandparents ideals their luxuries and *** blooms and brooms a diamond-induced numb the cure for AIDS isnt in some gun-filled crumb liquefied dollars injected into magic johnsons thumb ball your body into a swish they send you to space and backboard back for fun but Koch wont let anyone but themselvesilluminatirun so you run, from stairs getting taller and eagles getting balder until youre flat on sunken ground dripping like larder

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC

Diamond-Induced Numb

relinquish your anguish tearing fears of queers from broken enigmas running sideways through your flaccid fears fears of being crushed the life you live coming will make you feel rushed quicker than their needs clutching to the new grounds dreaming of distant horizons burn the remnants bleeding then all your old plush can drag to the floor with pearls, curls, swine before twirls your life will never be some toy in another mans flush flicking twisted sheltered enigmas into quickened glances erupt, don't get taken by your grandparents ideals their luxuries and *** blooms and brooms a diamond-induced numb the cure for AIDS isnt in some gun-filled crumb liquefied dollars injected into magic johnsons thumb ball your body into a swish they send you to space and backboard back for fun but Koch wont let anyone but themselvesilluminatirun so you run, from stairs getting taller and eagles getting balder until youre flat on sunken ground dripping like larder

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These broken lines clog my recycling bin and here I am sorting through the rubble You're feeding me overchewed gristle remnants of dead sheep from tired centuries Oh god! but that excited look on your face! those creases on your eyes that shout "I'm so ******* excited to feed you **** But I'm fleeing from the table shading my eyes from your blinding obsessions My gut is trembling from a primal need Give me fresh meat! let me sink my pointed teeth they're being blunted on your gristle I can't keep eating this **** I'm choking on my ***** Smelt your silver spoon and dig a grave let's put that poor sheep to rest and dance on the mound Rain permeating my new expressions Dropping your gold coins on the grave I'm on to sow some beans.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC

english class ramblings 3

These broken lines clog my recycling bin and here I am sorting through the rubble You're feeding me overchewed gristle remnants of dead sheep from tired centuries Oh god! but that excited look on your face! those creases on your eyes that shout "I'm so ******* excited to feed you **** But I'm fleeing from the table shading my eyes from your blinding obsessions My gut is trembling from a primal need Give me fresh meat! let me sink my pointed teeth they're being blunted on your gristle I can't keep eating this **** I'm choking on my ***** Smelt your silver spoon and dig a grave let's put that poor sheep to rest and dance on the mound Rain permeating my new expressions Dropping your gold coins on the grave I'm on to sow some beans.

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Twist my arm and break my back, let the salt and the brine Float into my senses and the broken particulate spread into my toes. Dig that oily mass into my flesh and deteriorate my cells dissolve my ether ooh let the howl of your generators flush over the break of waves and drill into my eardrums the winds of my mountain. I just want your purple, smoky blues without the greys and the sheen of oils on my skins spread over my feathers drowning me in my own element. You're fire, metal warped transitions of nature flexing your synthetic muscles in my face. Sorry, bro, I'm just not into that. Turn around, take your auto-clogged smelted bull to the sun and incinerate yourself I'm tired of your leering, thirsty eyes. I'll give you water till you drown but you'll still drink you greedy whale. at least whales know how to keep the balance.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC

civil collapse

Twist my arm and break my back, let the salt and the brine Float into my senses and the broken particulate spread into my toes. Dig that oily mass into my flesh and deteriorate my cells dissolve my ether ooh let the howl of your generators flush over the break of waves and drill into my eardrums the winds of my mountain. I just want your purple, smoky blues without the greys and the sheen of oils on my skins spread over my feathers drowning me in my own element. You're fire, metal warped transitions of nature flexing your synthetic muscles in my face. Sorry, bro, I'm just not into that. Turn around, take your auto-clogged smelted bull to the sun and incinerate yourself I'm tired of your leering, thirsty eyes. I'll give you water till you drown but you'll still drink you greedy whale. at least whales know how to keep the balance.

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Something that stopped me in my tracks was the weight of the air around me. we're all sitting in traintracks on a baseball field and we dont see the cars driving past but we can **** well feel them the balloon of pressure air sprinting away from the grill of a two-ton hunk of metal glass rubber knocks you back just in time to get hit by the train you never saw coming. jump off the tracks and dive into my opened chest the sea is swelling and it will swallow you whole You're just standin there. You look stupid. Wonderin' why.. Why, man? be the tide and raise these storm waters until they crash your levies leveling your time-built empire your stockades made of billiard *****

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC

english class ramblings 1

Something that stopped me in my tracks was the weight of the air around me. we're all sitting in traintracks on a baseball field and we dont see the cars driving past but we can **** well feel them the balloon of pressure air sprinting away from the grill of a two-ton hunk of metal glass rubber knocks you back just in time to get hit by the train you never saw coming. jump off the tracks and dive into my opened chest the sea is swelling and it will swallow you whole You're just standin there. You look stupid. Wonderin' why.. Why, man? be the tide and raise these storm waters until they crash your levies leveling your time-built empire your stockades made of billiard *****

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I don't expect you to read this and understand a word I don't expect any miracles or revelations to come pouring from your crystalline cranium I just expect for my broken bones and shattered moans to be audible to the naked ear I don't want you to come crying to me or even call me your knight in shining armour all I ask is that you see you've always been the rider and I'm just begging to be your ******* horse. But you'll never see me for what I am. that **** witch used your resonant frequency and now youre in pieces and your veil is sewn you'll always see me in reflections of your past goggles of your mother's addictions but I swear I'm just sitting here holding out my open palm even if all you see is my middle finger. Man, I'll stitch up your torn up mainsails if you'll be my captain hell I'll even steer the boat if you want but **** I cant work with you if youre sailing on the opposite ship I mean come on I'll let you sink those grappling hooks into the **** deck swing an army of men onto my boards and beams and you can take every rope, wheel, anchor, reel I just ask that I get to be your prisoner because GOD KNOWS thats all i'm good for anymore but ill always be hereforyoui promise.

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC

palms to finger

I don't expect you to read this and understand a word I don't expect any miracles or revelations to come pouring from your crystalline cranium I just expect for my broken bones and shattered moans to be audible to the naked ear I don't want you to come crying to me or even call me your knight in shining armour all I ask is that you see you've always been the rider and I'm just begging to be your ******* horse. But you'll never see me for what I am. that **** witch used your resonant frequency and now youre in pieces and your veil is sewn you'll always see me in reflections of your past goggles of your mother's addictions but I swear I'm just sitting here holding out my open palm even if all you see is my middle finger. Man, I'll stitch up your torn up mainsails if you'll be my captain hell I'll even steer the boat if you want but **** I cant work with you if youre sailing on the opposite ship I mean come on I'll let you sink those grappling hooks into the **** deck swing an army of men onto my boards and beams and you can take every rope, wheel, anchor, reel I just ask that I get to be your prisoner because GOD KNOWS thats all i'm good for anymore but ill always be hereforyoui promise.

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Go ahead and lock your gimbal Hurtle that spaceship Right into my stable space station At least I installed shock absorbers But **** keep running that engine And you'll be crashing into me At escape velocity Till we're both hurtling from the solar system at the speed of light (Different directions I might add) So you keep burning that fuel And see how long it takes For me to lose this game of chicken.

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC

Escape Velocity, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Lose the Game

Go ahead and lock your gimbal Hurtle that spaceship Right into my stable space station At least I installed shock absorbers But **** keep running that engine And you'll be crashing into me At escape velocity Till we're both hurtling from the solar system at the speed of light (Different directions I might add) So you keep burning that fuel And see how long it takes For me to lose this game of chicken.

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Slither into your Broken moonbeam of What last Tuesday couldn't Bring past your door I came all over your front porch And you had me wailing at New sunrises over a black Hole had set without your Permission my love has no eject Button and no way of mistaking The eve of Zeus' misogyny Married nought a cloud less Than the bolts an imbalance of Electrons smacked on my head Tracing web-like scars down my Flinching arms Leaving me wide open.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC

Lichtenburg Figures

Slither into your Broken moonbeam of What last Tuesday couldn't Bring past your door I came all over your front porch And you had me wailing at New sunrises over a black Hole had set without your Permission my love has no eject Button and no way of mistaking The eve of Zeus' misogyny Married nought a cloud less Than the bolts an imbalance of Electrons smacked on my head Tracing web-like scars down my Flinching arms Leaving me wide open.

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fill me with your **** until its running out of my pores **** I've always wondered what that smell was drown me in pity and kind verses until my countenance is beautiful to you because spaghetti knows! I can't be complete unless I'm beautiful to you and all this time I've been running broken pottery quotations up your shivering spine without thanks for the cold stares you pierce through my fingertips hold my hand and drag me through the cosmic playland you soar your broken hang glider without regard for the fact that we were always the center of the universe and globally has constantly been flatlands I want nothing less than the very cells composing each and every cancerous tumour exploding through your veins because Allah knows your breath freezes my neck solid when you lick down my.. OOH that tickles, you gotta avoid my funny bone or I'll squeal without worrying about your parents right outside my door much less the police stating overbearing bricks cemented around your walls break them down and expose your innards to the outwards and lie reposed in the vulnerability of your last breath.

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Nov 18, 2013

Nov 18, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC

break my police state

fill me with your **** until its running out of my pores **** I've always wondered what that smell was drown me in pity and kind verses until my countenance is beautiful to you because spaghetti knows! I can't be complete unless I'm beautiful to you and all this time I've been running broken pottery quotations up your shivering spine without thanks for the cold stares you pierce through my fingertips hold my hand and drag me through the cosmic playland you soar your broken hang glider without regard for the fact that we were always the center of the universe and globally has constantly been flatlands I want nothing less than the very cells composing each and every cancerous tumour exploding through your veins because Allah knows your breath freezes my neck solid when you lick down my.. OOH that tickles, you gotta avoid my funny bone or I'll squeal without worrying about your parents right outside my door much less the police stating overbearing bricks cemented around your walls break them down and expose your innards to the outwards and lie reposed in the vulnerability of your last breath.

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