deliadarling - Hello Poetry

helios kissed his sizzled skin as phidias chizelled his chinny-chin a smolder blessed by the devil, easing a steazy haze and happy glaze right in the sparkle of his eye ooh me, what a coo-coo—i swoon! boy you got me here writing poetry too soon

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Apr 18, 2020

Apr 18, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC

he was so hot ****

helios kissed his sizzled skin as phidias chizelled his chinny-chin a smolder blessed by the devil, easing a steazy haze and happy glaze right in the sparkle of his eye ooh me, what a coo-coo—i swoon! boy you got me here writing poetry too soon

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Can’t stop making bad decisions Just puke all my thinking words and then Roll into myself like a pollie

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Feb 10, 2019

Feb 10, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC

writing process

Can’t stop making bad decisions Just puke all my thinking words and then Roll into myself like a pollie

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sometimes the things you believe in your heart that‘d make you whole can’t & you have to break it yourself control the damage before someone else does it for you

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC

acceptance

sometimes the things you believe in your heart that‘d make you whole can’t & you have to break it yourself control the damage before someone else does it for you

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Paddle Paddle Paddle Up and on my feet Falling, thrill of the initial fall To catch the ride Colliding currents crash waves Into mental deadlock days Winter swells come at shore break Building momentum and grind Like breaks at homesick Pipeline Ride, curl and slide Rip Sweep the sides Slick Don’t choke this good vibe Stay on this wave

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC

Heʻe Roa

Paddle Paddle Paddle Up and on my feet Falling, thrill of the initial fall To catch the ride Colliding currents crash waves Into mental deadlock days Winter swells come at shore break Building momentum and grind Like breaks at homesick Pipeline Ride, curl and slide Rip Sweep the sides Slick Don’t choke this good vibe Stay on this wave

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Those times—when the world is burning I’ll light my cigarette on it and watch it go

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC

Life hack

Those times—when the world is burning I’ll light my cigarette on it and watch it go

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It's hard to talk about it to happy people With pretty sounds of poetry Or talk about it at all, really 'Cause how could you put in words The science of "sad girl" warnings Or that feeling of regret That I woke up this morning Honestly, I just wanted to feel nothing In spite of this sick espirit A disphoria so ingrained in the flesh, Only death could set you free. .

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC

ER pt. 1 - dementia of the good things

It's hard to talk about it to happy people With pretty sounds of poetry Or talk about it at all, really 'Cause how could you put in words The science of "sad girl" warnings Or that feeling of regret That I woke up this morning Honestly, I just wanted to feel nothing In spite of this sick espirit A disphoria so ingrained in the flesh, Only death could set you free. .

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She's going to make it Lost a lot of blood... **** High alcohol level Ten minutes away She's okay, she's okay Losing her fast She's gonna make it! ———————————— My head is reeling Dear god, the world is on it's back Please, Stop panicking— it's only blood No, I don't want an IV It's okay, I'm okay Don't give me an IV Don't touch me, I said no! agh! Fears digress to slurred vocabulary Over and over "Am I broke? Am I broke now?"

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC

ER pt. 2 - I punched a paramedic (sorry about that)

She's going to make it Lost a lot of blood... **** High alcohol level Ten minutes away She's okay, she's okay Losing her fast She's gonna make it! ———————————— My head is reeling Dear god, the world is on it's back Please, Stop panicking— it's only blood No, I don't want an IV It's okay, I'm okay Don't give me an IV Don't touch me, I said no! agh! Fears digress to slurred vocabulary Over and over "Am I broke? Am I broke now?"

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The one who gave me a heated blanket While switching it out every so often Covering my wounds with caution The one who gave me water All concerned about me, Like I was her daughter The one who gave me slippers to keep So I don't leave with naked feet (and wouldn't take no as an answer) Who's soft eyes held no accusation Blinding those with which My thoughts held in possession— That'd say I ******* up once again These people cared about me A lot more than I did Gave me a kindness that I had never yet tasted A loving memory between strangers For the rest of my life, I'll never waste it With the sincerest of wishes, Bless all you nurses out there

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC

ER pt. 3 - bless all you nurses out there

The one who gave me a heated blanket While switching it out every so often Covering my wounds with caution The one who gave me water All concerned about me, Like I was her daughter The one who gave me slippers to keep So I don't leave with naked feet (and wouldn't take no as an answer) Who's soft eyes held no accusation Blinding those with which My thoughts held in possession— That'd say I ******* up once again These people cared about me A lot more than I did Gave me a kindness that I had never yet tasted A loving memory between strangers For the rest of my life, I'll never waste it With the sincerest of wishes, Bless all you nurses out there

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In the midst of these words I write It so happened upon me A silver sight of flickered light Appeared in space and sea First star, so pure and bright I wish I may, I wish I might Have less thoughts to think at night...

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC

First Star

In the midst of these words I write It so happened upon me A silver sight of flickered light Appeared in space and sea First star, so pure and bright I wish I may, I wish I might Have less thoughts to think at night...

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As I stand here, outside my work building stealing a smoke break I wonder about God and the universe and how much happier it makes me feel to believe in other things That the sun was a running man chasing the stars in that endless black run man run fast run free but freedom only gets you slipping and sliding in circular leaps around our earth, almost like a clumsy mouse in a stationary wheel and these sneaky stars always one step ahead at sunrise or at his heels in sunset My mom’s a Catholic woman she won’t believe in the running man her stars are not stars, no her stars are rosaries in purses and priest’s words taught words holy words but holy words are also human words, are they not? It never made sense to me that a person could live their whole life repenting it But then again, my dad used to have me work in our yard, picking the weeds outside and he let me treasure them in a vase he never called them weeds, they were always dandy-flowers wishing flowers wildflowers but wild only gets you believing in the sun and keeping shrubs in vases All of which suit me, because In the lonely nights of endless black, I have the company of my own stars and when holy words of weeds fall back I remember that— wild humans are only wildflowers

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Sep 7, 2018

Sep 7, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

I keep my weeds in a vase

As I stand here, outside my work building stealing a smoke break I wonder about God and the universe and how much happier it makes me feel to believe in other things That the sun was a running man chasing the stars in that endless black run man run fast run free but freedom only gets you slipping and sliding in circular leaps around our earth, almost like a clumsy mouse in a stationary wheel and these sneaky stars always one step ahead at sunrise or at his heels in sunset My mom’s a Catholic woman she won’t believe in the running man her stars are not stars, no her stars are rosaries in purses and priest’s words taught words holy words but holy words are also human words, are they not? It never made sense to me that a person could live their whole life repenting it But then again, my dad used to have me work in our yard, picking the weeds outside and he let me treasure them in a vase he never called them weeds, they were always dandy-flowers wishing flowers wildflowers but wild only gets you believing in the sun and keeping shrubs in vases All of which suit me, because In the lonely nights of endless black, I have the company of my own stars and when holy words of weeds fall back I remember that— wild humans are only wildflowers

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