darrion-washington - Hello Poetry

I'm able to feel again No lust coated emotions I just beg for something real Something terrifyingly beautiful A door worth picking the lock for She's subtle, underneath the skin Or maybe I'm reading wrong Or maybe she's not wanting it at all Or maybe she's falling deep Or maybe I can't dismiss any cautious thoughts I've hurt before too I have missed the warmth too Parts die and new ones are born No excuses, she deserves the universe...and I all I can give is the best of my being.

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC

darrion-washington

My Being.

I'm able to feel again No lust coated emotions I just beg for something real Something terrifyingly beautiful A door worth picking the lock for She's subtle, underneath the skin Or maybe I'm reading wrong Or maybe she's not wanting it at all Or maybe she's falling deep Or maybe I can't dismiss any cautious thoughts I've hurt before too I have missed the warmth too Parts die and new ones are born No excuses, she deserves the universe...and I all I can give is the best of my being.

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Were all creatures. Born of complicated kaleidoscopic shapes. Why am I sorry for not realizing how complicated it is.. How complicated it is to be the exact form of another. There is only understanding, and I understand you. I want you. The full effect. The all in awe. What kind of electricity is pulsing in these chords, these veins of mine? And why do all of these bulbs turn on at the same time? I confuse myself. Frustration sets. Reflexes malfunction. Meltdown. A ******* mental meltdown.

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC

darrion-washington

A vessel unknown.

Were all creatures. Born of complicated kaleidoscopic shapes. Why am I sorry for not realizing how complicated it is.. How complicated it is to be the exact form of another. There is only understanding, and I understand you. I want you. The full effect. The all in awe. What kind of electricity is pulsing in these chords, these veins of mine? And why do all of these bulbs turn on at the same time? I confuse myself. Frustration sets. Reflexes malfunction. Meltdown. A ******* mental meltdown.

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And earth is its own god, A very confusing thing to wrap our arms around and call home. I try, but its never worth breaking my back over.. I point the finger at myself once more. I admire this bird I had once seen.. All shunned to a cage, but still managing to sing. It was so hopeful...although most of the day was him staring at himself in a mirror that was placed inside his forever trap. He was fighting to stay sane. That bird and I, we aren't so different. There is a horrible longing tattooed in my mind, for some divine sign. Some worth. I feel as though we all look for it. Its in our curiousity, only to be let down. Forward ill go... Just believing in what I believe, In hopes ill find another who believes in most of the same. (Note to Self*) Godspeed Darrion.............Godspeed.

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC

darrion-washington

Godspeed.

And earth is its own god, A very confusing thing to wrap our arms around and call home. I try, but its never worth breaking my back over.. I point the finger at myself once more. I admire this bird I had once seen.. All shunned to a cage, but still managing to sing. It was so hopeful...although most of the day was him staring at himself in a mirror that was placed inside his forever trap. He was fighting to stay sane. That bird and I, we aren't so different. There is a horrible longing tattooed in my mind, for some divine sign. Some worth. I feel as though we all look for it. Its in our curiousity, only to be let down. Forward ill go... Just believing in what I believe, In hopes ill find another who believes in most of the same. (Note to Self*) Godspeed Darrion.............Godspeed.

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Mosaic minds Forced to dwell Within themselves And down fell Fell this child A beast Polite But a beast none the less.. It's pattern was off The beat skipped Healthy still... Mother nature varies.. Varies a ***** But a mother none the less.. No sight. No smell. No taste. No touch. Now can you hear me? Is anyone's ears motivated? My eyes danced And became exhausted Don't you think there will be a day? A day where those eyes say Enough is enough? Well its coming Do what you must.

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Oct 9, 2013

Oct 9, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC

darrion-washington

Arrythmia

Mosaic minds Forced to dwell Within themselves And down fell Fell this child A beast Polite But a beast none the less.. It's pattern was off The beat skipped Healthy still... Mother nature varies.. Varies a ***** But a mother none the less.. No sight. No smell. No taste. No touch. Now can you hear me? Is anyone's ears motivated? My eyes danced And became exhausted Don't you think there will be a day? A day where those eyes say Enough is enough? Well its coming Do what you must.

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So patiently and delicately My fingers made of charm explore her For I am but one star Trying to remain a part of her universe I am careful I am gentle The cloth which hid our skin Is now lying on a soft floor Now we both share warm curious flesh The walls listen The mirror spies Sing me songs None of which hold words All is Louder now, yet subtle All is perfectly perfect These body parts connect so fluently I am in love.

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC

darrion-washington

Gimme.

So patiently and delicately My fingers made of charm explore her For I am but one star Trying to remain a part of her universe I am careful I am gentle The cloth which hid our skin Is now lying on a soft floor Now we both share warm curious flesh The walls listen The mirror spies Sing me songs None of which hold words All is Louder now, yet subtle All is perfectly perfect These body parts connect so fluently I am in love.

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A kid from a cradle Thrown from an angry wave Onto a beach where Sand cuts like glass I guess thats my story It didnt always hurt this bad and believe when I say all was not once this lost But, somehow Through all this accidental ignorance and bluff Ive surrendered Ive given in My beloved, I understand now What it is to be beaten into the dark and im through with hurt Believe what is trully felt and never abuse such feeling For I am half alive still But I am progress I am again I am all love I am again...

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC

darrion-washington

Onward

A kid from a cradle Thrown from an angry wave Onto a beach where Sand cuts like glass I guess thats my story It didnt always hurt this bad and believe when I say all was not once this lost But, somehow Through all this accidental ignorance and bluff Ive surrendered Ive given in My beloved, I understand now What it is to be beaten into the dark and im through with hurt Believe what is trully felt and never abuse such feeling For I am half alive still But I am progress I am again I am all love I am again...

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