d-lep - Hello Poetry

You had sung of grapes too and transposed curious waves of hair. But the icon grafted next to namesake had borne no resemblance. A spectral fire (you). I exorcise the evidence and tear down your temples. A different current caught you another foreign wave.

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Mar 9, 2012

Mar 9, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC

From words not meant for me:

You had sung of grapes too and transposed curious waves of hair. But the icon grafted next to namesake had borne no resemblance. A spectral fire (you). I exorcise the evidence and tear down your temples. A different current caught you another foreign wave.

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Reptilian excretions Nervous rex Knock knees.

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Mar 9, 2012

Mar 9, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC

Regressive.

Reptilian excretions Nervous rex Knock knees.

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muscles twitching and mind wandering. Why have you come back to haunt me? Bones popping and creaking, a death rattle of hips and shins. But I no longer wish to right any sort of wrongs. If only you considered me then, the way you consider me now.

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Mar 2, 2012

Mar 2, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC

Aching for escape

muscles twitching and mind wandering. Why have you come back to haunt me? Bones popping and creaking, a death rattle of hips and shins. But I no longer wish to right any sort of wrongs. If only you considered me then, the way you consider me now.

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Restless, restless Exhaling a thousand sighs. My wasted breath this rotting fruit. The seeds won't germinate and I won't sleep. Have the vines choke 'til slumber.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC

Photosynthesis

Restless, restless Exhaling a thousand sighs. My wasted breath this rotting fruit. The seeds won't germinate and I won't sleep. Have the vines choke 'til slumber.

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A ghost in this home, I home to his ghost. He trembles within my hands. His scent is trapped in my oils, diffused amongst the cells. Foreign salivation dilated transgressions viral possessions.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC

Exorcism

A ghost in this home, I home to his ghost. He trembles within my hands. His scent is trapped in my oils, diffused amongst the cells. Foreign salivation dilated transgressions viral possessions.

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a day late, a dollar short. I am lost. I am loss.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC

Always

a day late, a dollar short. I am lost. I am loss.

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My psyche makes me sick one way or another. These words convey violence as testimony to torn pieces that will never quite match up again. All the time spent gazing inward analyzing cryptic reflections- still no response no echo from the ego.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC

Multiplicity

My psyche makes me sick one way or another. These words convey violence as testimony to torn pieces that will never quite match up again. All the time spent gazing inward analyzing cryptic reflections- still no response no echo from the ego.

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Kaleidoscopic organisms harvesting the synapses. Pixelating the images shattering facsimiles. The disc has been wiped black out start over. There was no warranty.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC

Factory defect

Kaleidoscopic organisms harvesting the synapses. Pixelating the images shattering facsimiles. The disc has been wiped black out start over. There was no warranty.

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Who do you cry out for at night? When your sheets are rolling like the waves and turning like the tides? Tear out the growths skin yourself alive. This was not my goodbye.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC

And who

Who do you cry out for at night? When your sheets are rolling like the waves and turning like the tides? Tear out the growths skin yourself alive. This was not my goodbye.

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sleeping in a speeding car I'm sighing for you. I'd give you my days if you gave me a night. But if you weigh too heavily on my mind my chest shall be crushed. My breath is caught in a web of glass.

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC

Dotted light swirling past

sleeping in a speeding car I'm sighing for you. I'd give you my days if you gave me a night. But if you weigh too heavily on my mind my chest shall be crushed. My breath is caught in a web of glass.

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