dizzy_car - Hello Poetry

There's a rattlin' in me Gettin' louder now What used t'be mel-a-dee Don't come out of me Just a rattlin' sound Just a sh-sh-shakin' There's a rattlin' in me Gettin' louder now Keeps on bangin', won't stop clangin' Never lettin' me sleep Yeah, a rattlin' in me Can't hear nothin', babe All the way down. Just a rattlin' sound A rattlin' at the cage

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Jul 3, 2018

Jul 3, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC

Rattlin' at the Cage

There's a rattlin' in me Gettin' louder now What used t'be mel-a-dee Don't come out of me Just a rattlin' sound Just a sh-sh-shakin' There's a rattlin' in me Gettin' louder now Keeps on bangin', won't stop clangin' Never lettin' me sleep Yeah, a rattlin' in me Can't hear nothin', babe All the way down. Just a rattlin' sound A rattlin' at the cage

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Sitting in a café waiting t̶o̶ ̶d̶(̶l̶i̶v̶e̶)̶i̶e̶. There is dogfood art on the wall and I’ve got nice coffee from a barista [Barbie] with tattoos. Pull in one [a(?)] direction already. Like a kite in a park with no kid attached. Gone, going, past. Compliments are t̶o̶o̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶a̶p̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ valuable these days. “All the girls drink for free.” **** **** FuckFuckFuck.” ******* Drink your sweet, dark-cherry stained lips. Dead eyes masked in mascara masquerading as more. “Bought with bourbon and goes down easy.” Commodify, objectify, consume. Transactional romance drives a BMW.

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC

I just wanted to say hello.

Sitting in a café waiting t̶o̶ ̶d̶(̶l̶i̶v̶e̶)̶i̶e̶. There is dogfood art on the wall and I’ve got nice coffee from a barista [Barbie] with tattoos. Pull in one [a(?)] direction already. Like a kite in a park with no kid attached. Gone, going, past. Compliments are t̶o̶o̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶a̶p̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ valuable these days. “All the girls drink for free.” **** **** FuckFuckFuck.” ******* Drink your sweet, dark-cherry stained lips. Dead eyes masked in mascara masquerading as more. “Bought with bourbon and goes down easy.” Commodify, objectify, consume. Transactional romance drives a BMW.

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The systematic destruction of Tradition--in the name of Efficiency Leads to the rationalization of everything. For Modernity demands a piece of our humanity Our unsolvable self. The Mysterious is relentlessly chased, trapped, and murdered by Reason at every corner. As she dies, The World becomes a predictable, hollowed out version of Herself A disenchanted goddess, a solved sunset.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC

Athena

The systematic destruction of Tradition--in the name of Efficiency Leads to the rationalization of everything. For Modernity demands a piece of our humanity Our unsolvable self. The Mysterious is relentlessly chased, trapped, and murdered by Reason at every corner. As she dies, The World becomes a predictable, hollowed out version of Herself A disenchanted goddess, a solved sunset.

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Avalanche Poison pushing tendrils flickering Dogs will eat their own when left alone Trust, the vile that rots Grasping Anger, want, loss Heaven tastes like hell when it's gone Collapsing down, pushing and digging. Insides out. My dream set free I always loved you I always loved you

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC

The Worst of Them Roams

Avalanche Poison pushing tendrils flickering Dogs will eat their own when left alone Trust, the vile that rots Grasping Anger, want, loss Heaven tastes like hell when it's gone Collapsing down, pushing and digging. Insides out. My dream set free I always loved you I always loved you

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Bells and all assorted pings. Melodic melancholy meticulously mesmerizing me. A baritone bleeds out across the flickering walls, intoxication festering with(in). "Where have you been?" A bed of boards, a few more knots, remains oddly comfortable. Rhythmic ripples dig into the woodwork gripping and grafting, fibrously. Sinking out of me, in my time. A little more letting, a little less me. The cracks running with what's in b e t w e e n.

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC

Untitled

Bells and all assorted pings. Melodic melancholy meticulously mesmerizing me. A baritone bleeds out across the flickering walls, intoxication festering with(in). "Where have you been?" A bed of boards, a few more knots, remains oddly comfortable. Rhythmic ripples dig into the woodwork gripping and grafting, fibrously. Sinking out of me, in my time. A little more letting, a little less me. The cracks running with what's in b e t w e e n.

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There's a recorded thunderstorm rolling across my head, While The National seeps through muffled speakers hidden in the corner. Somehow the pieces are coming together And I'm reminded of Ohio summer. Iced Americanos, cracked windows, steady breeze.

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC

Untitled

There's a recorded thunderstorm rolling across my head, While The National seeps through muffled speakers hidden in the corner. Somehow the pieces are coming together And I'm reminded of Ohio summer. Iced Americanos, cracked windows, steady breeze.

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“Trust me,” it says. Momma never let the kids in. Daddy never came home. The dog won’t stop barking. There is no help for the graceful kids at the wishing well. The grass keeps growing, but where has all the water gone? //follow me down the rver, past the trees wthout wnd in ther sals. There are rocks there to buld a shelter together. The place where love lves.

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Jul 11, 2015

Jul 11, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC

I went missing

“Trust me,” it says. Momma never let the kids in. Daddy never came home. The dog won’t stop barking. There is no help for the graceful kids at the wishing well. The grass keeps growing, but where has all the water gone? //follow me down the rver, past the trees wthout wnd in ther sals. There are rocks there to buld a shelter together. The place where love lves.

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