dane-perczak - Hello Poetry

Hot iron Steaming tuition Wrinkled self-esteem Door slam in the face of flattened suits on Mission Curse the piety and find another dress shirt. Crippling anxiety Inhale to break the stress the pressure Sweat stains rise and morality falls Break the silence on the nightstands Break the vows, break them all Look to the sky crying Wanting pleading Bargaining again slowly begging to find hope somewhere before the time of dying And there it was A whisper Not an earthquake or a firestorm No thunder claps in fact Just a whisper Gently in the wind it came through Speaking softly speaking slowly "I Am With You."

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC

dane-perczak

Situational Ironing Board

Hot iron Steaming tuition Wrinkled self-esteem Door slam in the face of flattened suits on Mission Curse the piety and find another dress shirt. Crippling anxiety Inhale to break the stress the pressure Sweat stains rise and morality falls Break the silence on the nightstands Break the vows, break them all Look to the sky crying Wanting pleading Bargaining again slowly begging to find hope somewhere before the time of dying And there it was A whisper Not an earthquake or a firestorm No thunder claps in fact Just a whisper Gently in the wind it came through Speaking softly speaking slowly "I Am With You."

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Find a seat Shift positions Drag your feet Buy it Buy it Throw it away Eat fries Prepare for boredom Roll your eyes Yell at your kids Yell at the desk clerk Talk about work Read a magazine Pretend it's interesting **** time And more time And even more time Take off Sleep through turbulence Land

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC

dane-perczak

Sounds of Travel

Find a seat Shift positions Drag your feet Buy it Buy it Throw it away Eat fries Prepare for boredom Roll your eyes Yell at your kids Yell at the desk clerk Talk about work Read a magazine Pretend it's interesting **** time And more time And even more time Take off Sleep through turbulence Land

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"You are allowed One stupid question So use it wisely And would you kindly raise Your hand if you don't Understand and then politely Leave my room From what I can assume This room thins out nearly Yearly - For Locke's Knowledge Theory Grows weary on your minds, and Time and time again I see You, straight blank and ivory Pages wilting, crumbling Tearing to bits and pieces But Then I see! Be it rare, a stare of a colorful Sheet, lifted, gently gliding For no writing could hold it down And all else folds in around It as it gleams of wisdom! Of originality! BREAKING THE MOLD OF OLD WAYS OF THINKING CHANGING THE EARTH AND KNOWLEDGE SINKING! AND ILL BE THE ONE TO SEE THIS SON OR DAUGHTER RISE UP TO CHANGE THE ORDER! AH-HA!" achem "Yes, you there on the end!" "What am I talking about you mention? Brilliant, sir, what a wise Way to use your one stupid question."

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Feb 24, 2015

Feb 24, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC

dane-perczak

Professor Bathos

"You are allowed One stupid question So use it wisely And would you kindly raise Your hand if you don't Understand and then politely Leave my room From what I can assume This room thins out nearly Yearly - For Locke's Knowledge Theory Grows weary on your minds, and Time and time again I see You, straight blank and ivory Pages wilting, crumbling Tearing to bits and pieces But Then I see! Be it rare, a stare of a colorful Sheet, lifted, gently gliding For no writing could hold it down And all else folds in around It as it gleams of wisdom! Of originality! BREAKING THE MOLD OF OLD WAYS OF THINKING CHANGING THE EARTH AND KNOWLEDGE SINKING! AND ILL BE THE ONE TO SEE THIS SON OR DAUGHTER RISE UP TO CHANGE THE ORDER! AH-HA!" achem "Yes, you there on the end!" "What am I talking about you mention? Brilliant, sir, what a wise Way to use your one stupid question."

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A dime on the floor is dirtier than a penny on the table Another race that's only run By who is young and Who is able, and It's hard to differentiate Who is tied up in a stable As all our backs are sore And our losing legs are shameful, but Let it not discourage thee, thou, or You There's a faster racer running Passing, beating without shoes There is no flag attached No podium or pew Just some blood Some wood and ash Running through and through There is a sun And it rises And further, The world still spins We run around it for Gold and prizes But our own strength will never win it.

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Feb 23, 2015

Feb 23, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC

dane-perczak

Revelator

A dime on the floor is dirtier than a penny on the table Another race that's only run By who is young and Who is able, and It's hard to differentiate Who is tied up in a stable As all our backs are sore And our losing legs are shameful, but Let it not discourage thee, thou, or You There's a faster racer running Passing, beating without shoes There is no flag attached No podium or pew Just some blood Some wood and ash Running through and through There is a sun And it rises And further, The world still spins We run around it for Gold and prizes But our own strength will never win it.

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Well then Let's hear it But Please Please Don't say my eyes Or anything else Are like the stars Are they ***** of hot gas - Hydrogen and helium - exploding in nuclear fusion reactions? Is this to what you compare? You blindly mold prose To things you do not Understand Surely there is beauty in a star But not the kind you mean You are letting Nature and God Do all the work for you And Please Don't compare my hair To a river flowing- Or my voice to a Summer's Day Yes I'm aware that the moon Is glowing but My skin being a cold rock Face Is without flattery Real me in like Shakespeare's Mistress Not the same ten words In a different dress Not Large vague concepts Attached to my exterior For it is only the exterior from Which your words are forming But your poems have a lot of Instagram likes so what do I know, really

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC

dane-perczak

The Realistic Wife of the Poet

Well then Let's hear it But Please Please Don't say my eyes Or anything else Are like the stars Are they ***** of hot gas - Hydrogen and helium - exploding in nuclear fusion reactions? Is this to what you compare? You blindly mold prose To things you do not Understand Surely there is beauty in a star But not the kind you mean You are letting Nature and God Do all the work for you And Please Don't compare my hair To a river flowing- Or my voice to a Summer's Day Yes I'm aware that the moon Is glowing but My skin being a cold rock Face Is without flattery Real me in like Shakespeare's Mistress Not the same ten words In a different dress Not Large vague concepts Attached to my exterior For it is only the exterior from Which your words are forming But your poems have a lot of Instagram likes so what do I know, really

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Words and lines and Lines and tatters All my books and All that matters Lie in bottom of the Washing bin Burning Well Let's start over then Shall we?

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Dec 27, 2014

Dec 27, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC

dane-perczak

Ends

Words and lines and Lines and tatters All my books and All that matters Lie in bottom of the Washing bin Burning Well Let's start over then Shall we?

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I was supposed to be better This time, I don't remember If it was May, maybe September Either one still held regret A lighter I did lend her As her eyes reflect the ember I thought I'd might befriend her Despite the cigarettes There we sat, in a car Driving here, driving far Drowning gin in different bars Words come through in blurs I watched the lights, she watched the stars speeding past the other cars metal smashed, we flew apart the blood on the dash was hers Through all the trials never heard Through the fade of morning birds Through the pain of time obscured I still have four stone walls to write these words

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC

dane-perczak

A Cell Isn't As Bad As They Say

I was supposed to be better This time, I don't remember If it was May, maybe September Either one still held regret A lighter I did lend her As her eyes reflect the ember I thought I'd might befriend her Despite the cigarettes There we sat, in a car Driving here, driving far Drowning gin in different bars Words come through in blurs I watched the lights, she watched the stars speeding past the other cars metal smashed, we flew apart the blood on the dash was hers Through all the trials never heard Through the fade of morning birds Through the pain of time obscured I still have four stone walls to write these words

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This is all here But there A shadow on your silver Ware A conversation with no heat A warm toilet Seat And then there's More We're uncomfortable so Pour Some More.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC

dane-perczak

Dinner Invitation

This is all here But there A shadow on your silver Ware A conversation with no heat A warm toilet Seat And then there's More We're uncomfortable so Pour Some More.

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You sip through your Shiraz and spill it on the white leather seat of my sofa Your laughter echoes down the hall the walls find it contagious but my brain my brain my brain pulses with anger bursting to the surface of my skin back and forth back and forth down the hall I get the stain remover and finally enter the family room and you're not there no one is and neither is the stain I remember I'm alone wishing these things a big white empty house wishing to get angry with meaningless stains and you're never there where are you

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC

dane-perczak

Displacement

You sip through your Shiraz and spill it on the white leather seat of my sofa Your laughter echoes down the hall the walls find it contagious but my brain my brain my brain pulses with anger bursting to the surface of my skin back and forth back and forth down the hall I get the stain remover and finally enter the family room and you're not there no one is and neither is the stain I remember I'm alone wishing these things a big white empty house wishing to get angry with meaningless stains and you're never there where are you

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You finally said something to me. There I stand thinking of what to say I could say something funny or clever or cocky or rude or kind The things cycle in my head But too much time has passed I have said nothing nothing nothing anything would have been good to prove I'm alive that I am a person but you'll only remember me as the one with nothing to offer You've summed me up In an empty nutshell I watched your hair spin as you walked away I whispered a "Goodbye"

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC

dane-perczak

Maybe Next Year

You finally said something to me. There I stand thinking of what to say I could say something funny or clever or cocky or rude or kind The things cycle in my head But too much time has passed I have said nothing nothing nothing anything would have been good to prove I'm alive that I am a person but you'll only remember me as the one with nothing to offer You've summed me up In an empty nutshell I watched your hair spin as you walked away I whispered a "Goodbye"

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