clockworktribune - Hello Poetry

They pulled me into darkness that night. I had no reason to believe it wasn't light . I had no reason to believe it wasn't right. They told me that he loved me and I believed. My friends, I called them such unknowingly. I never thought I needed time to see. They put me up in shackles that midday. It was part of a game that we always used to play. We'd all try to escape is what they'd say. They went off on their separate ways to start. All part of the play, I knew the part. Magic was always at play in the dark. They never knew how deep the game reached me. Since they never really saw what I could see. So I was quite already reaching my crazy. They left me longer in the room that time. The ramblings in my head began to rhyme, As my feelings all began to disalign. They all were soon through, and watching me. Throwing stones and lines while on my knees. Then they turned around regardless of my pleas. They lied to say they ever really cared. I cried for all the times I ever dared. Never have I ever felt so scared. But since that day, I now can see Just how wrong I was to believe That all it really was was just a dream.

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Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC

Midnight Paralysis

They pulled me into darkness that night. I had no reason to believe it wasn't light . I had no reason to believe it wasn't right. They told me that he loved me and I believed. My friends, I called them such unknowingly. I never thought I needed time to see. They put me up in shackles that midday. It was part of a game that we always used to play. We'd all try to escape is what they'd say. They went off on their separate ways to start. All part of the play, I knew the part. Magic was always at play in the dark. They never knew how deep the game reached me. Since they never really saw what I could see. So I was quite already reaching my crazy. They left me longer in the room that time. The ramblings in my head began to rhyme, As my feelings all began to disalign. They all were soon through, and watching me. Throwing stones and lines while on my knees. Then they turned around regardless of my pleas. They lied to say they ever really cared. I cried for all the times I ever dared. Never have I ever felt so scared. But since that day, I now can see Just how wrong I was to believe That all it really was was just a dream.

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7:30PM, October 9, 2015, 65*F, 10mph breeze, 5% humidity (somehow 10% where I was sitting), 50.0001% chance of rain, dark, cold, late, loud...I think that's enough. Alright! Spoiler alert, Birkston High won the game. If you simply have ears you've known that for a while (many of us who were at the game don't). All the people in Grenfolkshire were there, so there were some empty bleachers, but the Student section was full and lively, and did I say loud, because LOUD....! My ears were ringing (at a B8 note, for the musically overcurious people) for three days straight. I think it was a healthcare tactic, dare I say it. All those figurehead townspeople were there as well, like Mayor Arnofold Plattersbury with his orange jumpsuit, waving a pompom in the air like he just didn't care. Really, he didn't-I got whacked in the head with it eleven times. Recently, after taking a recent poll on the recent event, it was found that only about 35% of people really knew what happened, a number that has declined, recently. This very well is contributed to 1.) most of the people are there for the free food and don't exactly major in football 2.) teenagers are highly social creatures 3.) a bunch of hands in the air and six foot tall mammoths standing on the bleachers will tend to block the view of the people who are five foot small. The freshmen had a real problem on their heads. Nevertheless, the Wildcats found themselves with the bell for another year, whether they knew it or not. The Panthers found themselves nose-in-the-dirt, tail-dragging, while we found ourselves filing out like a herd of wild penguins onto the field.

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC

The Battle for the Taco Bell

7:30PM, October 9, 2015, 65*F, 10mph breeze, 5% humidity (somehow 10% where I was sitting), 50.0001% chance of rain, dark, cold, late, loud...I think that's enough. Alright! Spoiler alert, Birkston High won the game. If you simply have ears you've known that for a while (many of us who were at the game don't). All the people in Grenfolkshire were there, so there were some empty bleachers, but the Student section was full and lively, and did I say loud, because LOUD....! My ears were ringing (at a B8 note, for the musically overcurious people) for three days straight. I think it was a healthcare tactic, dare I say it. All those figurehead townspeople were there as well, like Mayor Arnofold Plattersbury with his orange jumpsuit, waving a pompom in the air like he just didn't care. Really, he didn't-I got whacked in the head with it eleven times. Recently, after taking a recent poll on the recent event, it was found that only about 35% of people really knew what happened, a number that has declined, recently. This very well is contributed to 1.) most of the people are there for the free food and don't exactly major in football 2.) teenagers are highly social creatures 3.) a bunch of hands in the air and six foot tall mammoths standing on the bleachers will tend to block the view of the people who are five foot small. The freshmen had a real problem on their heads. Nevertheless, the Wildcats found themselves with the bell for another year, whether they knew it or not. The Panthers found themselves nose-in-the-dirt, tail-dragging, while we found ourselves filing out like a herd of wild penguins onto the field.

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Today -Clear skies. No pigs. (Sorry kid) -Dry. No cats and dogs. (Sorry kid) -Windy. 30mph gusts. (Sorry Gramps)

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC

Daily Repoort

Today -Clear skies. No pigs. (Sorry kid) -Dry. No cats and dogs. (Sorry kid) -Windy. 30mph gusts. (Sorry Gramps)

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There's a pit where my heart should be And it'd **** me if you found out, But I suppose there's no reason you could, Not when the writing's this ugly. I don't even have a doubt. The marks that I got were accepted, Except for the "two" in my scripting "Untidy and dull. Short and fat," She wrote in perfect penman's art. Well I didn't care too much for that. And I watched them pass under the scope, Fluttering dove feathers with delicate designs, Learning what they meant, not what was drawn In bronze or cream or scarlet masks, Where all traces of blank spaces were gone. But the mind learns what wasn't taught And then the eyes can't help but see The pretty slants of every letter and The smooth curves between the words That draw in the reader oh-so lustfully. Without a care to what was written, The mind befalls upon the neat, Tidy, perfect, intricacy of handwriting. And I could soon see for myself That I lacked this very crucial feat. And all my work became so obsolete. My stories offered so much more, but THEY, They had the notebooks with the colored cover. The pages wrought to dust inside But people tend to push that all away. So my silken words in their ugly ink Fell into the shelves without a trace. All they wanted was to be seen From inside, but now they're too ashamed To begin the story with such a rotten face.

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC

Ugly Penmanship

There's a pit where my heart should be And it'd **** me if you found out, But I suppose there's no reason you could, Not when the writing's this ugly. I don't even have a doubt. The marks that I got were accepted, Except for the "two" in my scripting "Untidy and dull. Short and fat," She wrote in perfect penman's art. Well I didn't care too much for that. And I watched them pass under the scope, Fluttering dove feathers with delicate designs, Learning what they meant, not what was drawn In bronze or cream or scarlet masks, Where all traces of blank spaces were gone. But the mind learns what wasn't taught And then the eyes can't help but see The pretty slants of every letter and The smooth curves between the words That draw in the reader oh-so lustfully. Without a care to what was written, The mind befalls upon the neat, Tidy, perfect, intricacy of handwriting. And I could soon see for myself That I lacked this very crucial feat. And all my work became so obsolete. My stories offered so much more, but THEY, They had the notebooks with the colored cover. The pages wrought to dust inside But people tend to push that all away. So my silken words in their ugly ink Fell into the shelves without a trace. All they wanted was to be seen From inside, but now they're too ashamed To begin the story with such a rotten face.

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I pay no mind to the man in the doorway I've been learned that he will do no harm. I diverge my attention from the knife in his hand, Though I feel like calling out an alarm. I pay no mind to what I hear inside I've been learned that they don't mean a thing. I keep the shriekings behind the bars of my cage Though they often dance out when there's drinking I pay no mind to deep grayscale urges. I've been learned to work to give a **** I have a head who'd never lead me that way, Though it's become harder to herd all the lamb. I pay no mind to the changing of eyes I've been learned that it's purely of face I cover my own as I try to ignore them Though they see how they're planning a race. I pay no mind to the battles I witness I've been learned to accept all our world. I turn off the screen and cover my ears Though the fists of my hands each have curled.

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Jul 5, 2015

Jul 5, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC

I Pay No Mind

I pay no mind to the man in the doorway I've been learned that he will do no harm. I diverge my attention from the knife in his hand, Though I feel like calling out an alarm. I pay no mind to what I hear inside I've been learned that they don't mean a thing. I keep the shriekings behind the bars of my cage Though they often dance out when there's drinking I pay no mind to deep grayscale urges. I've been learned to work to give a **** I have a head who'd never lead me that way, Though it's become harder to herd all the lamb. I pay no mind to the changing of eyes I've been learned that it's purely of face I cover my own as I try to ignore them Though they see how they're planning a race. I pay no mind to the battles I witness I've been learned to accept all our world. I turn off the screen and cover my ears Though the fists of my hands each have curled.

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At River End Or at the chop block, Any old place- It's still better than what I've got When I see you Out with her And the jewels you give her I Can't help but see they look better On her skin and oh How I get jealous And how I wish I Were all she is to you Then maybe I'd have you And not the lock You put over my heart When you left but threw out the key And I'm sure It's at the bottom Of the sea Nowhere to be found Oh lucky me Cursed soul of mine I still have a heart But it's not worth any mans time

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Jul 4, 2015

Jul 4, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC

At the Bottom of the Sea

At River End Or at the chop block, Any old place- It's still better than what I've got When I see you Out with her And the jewels you give her I Can't help but see they look better On her skin and oh How I get jealous And how I wish I Were all she is to you Then maybe I'd have you And not the lock You put over my heart When you left but threw out the key And I'm sure It's at the bottom Of the sea Nowhere to be found Oh lucky me Cursed soul of mine I still have a heart But it's not worth any mans time

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Cars all driving off To work in a rush, For fear of missing the same Old thing. Wind is desperately Trying to move me, But it isn't going to do A thing. Things all running, Rushing, flying out to see New places, but never stay So long to look. We could all be Going somewhere, If we stayed A while to look. Look at the footprints, Running through the Grass, all so Unaware. Trying to mark Something, somewhere. But where? Well they're Unaware. Unaware of the world Turning us where it Disappears Holding onto dandelions Thinking maybe I could Disappear

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC

By 3 + 1

Cars all driving off To work in a rush, For fear of missing the same Old thing. Wind is desperately Trying to move me, But it isn't going to do A thing. Things all running, Rushing, flying out to see New places, but never stay So long to look. We could all be Going somewhere, If we stayed A while to look. Look at the footprints, Running through the Grass, all so Unaware. Trying to mark Something, somewhere. But where? Well they're Unaware. Unaware of the world Turning us where it Disappears Holding onto dandelions Thinking maybe I could Disappear

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i've really messed up my whole life now f a l t e ring slowly each moment pushed on my heart a l i t t l e h e a v i e r waiting for it to ...BURST... and blow us all p U ^^^^ i just don't know what could've been done+ preventing a storm : only works when you know it's going to come, coME, COME! -not- when you're in the eye • tOo tOnGuE tIeD to speak and just to hürt to try ive gr0WN accustomed to u m the l p in the throat the damming of ~water~ behind eyelids f c the quivering of my reddened a e and the knifē through the back to my heart isn't it a shhhhhhame when pain is so common B O and we learn HOW to T T L E it up y and where to store it so a nobody se•es w only .. to be hiding it a from those who gave you heartbreak $ ! and still they act surprised, and condemn you * * * * tops when you POP off the ^^^ and DrrrüNK enLY g..g..guzzled them all

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Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC

Worse Consequences

i've really messed up my whole life now f a l t e ring slowly each moment pushed on my heart a l i t t l e h e a v i e r waiting for it to ...BURST... and blow us all p U ^^^^ i just don't know what could've been done+ preventing a storm : only works when you know it's going to come, coME, COME! -not- when you're in the eye • tOo tOnGuE tIeD to speak and just to hürt to try ive gr0WN accustomed to u m the l p in the throat the damming of ~water~ behind eyelids f c the quivering of my reddened a e and the knifē through the back to my heart isn't it a shhhhhhame when pain is so common B O and we learn HOW to T T L E it up y and where to store it so a nobody se•es w only .. to be hiding it a from those who gave you heartbreak $ ! and still they act surprised, and condemn you * * * * tops when you POP off the ^^^ and DrrrüNK enLY g..g..guzzled them all

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You know you drive me crazy. Quite truthfully, doubly, Because you drove me off the road, Literally, and figuratively. I've normally embraced that, Not literally, because it's abstract, But this craziness is mad, In a double meaning. We were never attached, Physically or emotionally. So I'm not sure why I'm so hurt On the inside, not the outside (for I know) So I'm guessing something's hidden In the world and in my soul, Because I'm not sad that you left Me and not your own blind ego.

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC

This and That or This not That

You know you drive me crazy. Quite truthfully, doubly, Because you drove me off the road, Literally, and figuratively. I've normally embraced that, Not literally, because it's abstract, But this craziness is mad, In a double meaning. We were never attached, Physically or emotionally. So I'm not sure why I'm so hurt On the inside, not the outside (for I know) So I'm guessing something's hidden In the world and in my soul, Because I'm not sad that you left Me and not your own blind ego.

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Ed thought he was a cat So he gave a rat To his dearest friend Magee. He didn't take it lightly.. The rancid little thing That poor Ed did bring, Fell from Magee's hand, Into his frying pan. The rat cooked in his dish Among the chips and fish, And neither of them knew The rat had joined it too. The men clambered, glorped, and glopped Until the timer stopped. So they put it on a plate, And then it was too late. The grimy paws dug in As Ed's face begin to grin, And Magee was most aware Of some furry little hair. Magee quickly threw it out And hit Ed all about. He shooed his pal away, Soggy Ed was now a stray. But Ed finished up the dinner, Though felt a little thinner. Now old Ed has fleas, And will probably get rabies.

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Apr 7, 2015

Apr 7, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

Cooking Killed the Cat

Ed thought he was a cat So he gave a rat To his dearest friend Magee. He didn't take it lightly.. The rancid little thing That poor Ed did bring, Fell from Magee's hand, Into his frying pan. The rat cooked in his dish Among the chips and fish, And neither of them knew The rat had joined it too. The men clambered, glorped, and glopped Until the timer stopped. So they put it on a plate, And then it was too late. The grimy paws dug in As Ed's face begin to grin, And Magee was most aware Of some furry little hair. Magee quickly threw it out And hit Ed all about. He shooed his pal away, Soggy Ed was now a stray. But Ed finished up the dinner, Though felt a little thinner. Now old Ed has fleas, And will probably get rabies.

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