douglas-beights - Hello Poetry

The blood wasn't orange, I swear it wasn't. The oats from the oatmeal carry on; Singing gracefully from the back seat, to the tip of the top, Without the carrots from the basket, and the messages inside of them. I began to investigate the possibilities of a ****** but I realized I would be investigating my own fruits, my own plants, I'd be investigating myself, and I wasn't ready to do that. I was more focused on the blues in the sky, and how blue they really were, or the way the bus driver couldn't stop blinking, One thing I'll never forget, is the way the people looked at me when they heard, Action, yes sir, next time don't erase my curiosities

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC

The First Season, (The Hunting Season)

The blood wasn't orange, I swear it wasn't. The oats from the oatmeal carry on; Singing gracefully from the back seat, to the tip of the top, Without the carrots from the basket, and the messages inside of them. I began to investigate the possibilities of a ****** but I realized I would be investigating my own fruits, my own plants, I'd be investigating myself, and I wasn't ready to do that. I was more focused on the blues in the sky, and how blue they really were, or the way the bus driver couldn't stop blinking, One thing I'll never forget, is the way the people looked at me when they heard, Action, yes sir, next time don't erase my curiosities

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I haven't any light, I mean it, and I don't have a reason to help the nuns, although the homeless mean so much to me, I spit in their change-cups, and cringe at the smell of them. The worst part really was the bats, though, because I could hear them rustle into the night, ***** grimy wings, I didn't ever see them. I never will. This is all a part of the electricity.

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC

Symbols and Cymbals

I haven't any light, I mean it, and I don't have a reason to help the nuns, although the homeless mean so much to me, I spit in their change-cups, and cringe at the smell of them. The worst part really was the bats, though, because I could hear them rustle into the night, ***** grimy wings, I didn't ever see them. I never will. This is all a part of the electricity.

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Slow rains, but the days working, No pain, and the god's burning, You tell me my taxes don't matter, when the game's spooky?' I said my brain hurts, but no movies, So meet me at the drop back, last gulp, A glass of your white juice, with no pulp but when the robots start beeping, light switch, up, down, backward, it doesn't even count when the wires in your head spark.

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC

Slurpee

Slow rains, but the days working, No pain, and the god's burning, You tell me my taxes don't matter, when the game's spooky?' I said my brain hurts, but no movies, So meet me at the drop back, last gulp, A glass of your white juice, with no pulp but when the robots start beeping, light switch, up, down, backward, it doesn't even count when the wires in your head spark.

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Gutter, Gutter, Stutter, Gutter, Gutter, We live here, I'll share it. I mean, Why am I even here? I hate you all, and I hate you both, with your bath time, just like I hate football games, Half time. I'd rather live in the gutter, I'd rather live with a stepmother, I'd rather live with a rodent, or a roommate, and not just any roommate, I am talking about a really lousy roommate, One who doesn't even contribute. I am not asking anybody for advice, Because I know exactly what they'd say, "Focus on the good, not the one that got away!" Well no one got away! No one gets away! They all stick around, for years and years and years! They make me look at them! They invite me to their weddings! They call me up, and ask me if I'l deliver their ******* babies! Hundreds and hundreds of hours on end! Please, Get out!

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Sep 15, 2014

Sep 15, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC

Please, get out.

Gutter, Gutter, Stutter, Gutter, Gutter, We live here, I'll share it. I mean, Why am I even here? I hate you all, and I hate you both, with your bath time, just like I hate football games, Half time. I'd rather live in the gutter, I'd rather live with a stepmother, I'd rather live with a rodent, or a roommate, and not just any roommate, I am talking about a really lousy roommate, One who doesn't even contribute. I am not asking anybody for advice, Because I know exactly what they'd say, "Focus on the good, not the one that got away!" Well no one got away! No one gets away! They all stick around, for years and years and years! They make me look at them! They invite me to their weddings! They call me up, and ask me if I'l deliver their ******* babies! Hundreds and hundreds of hours on end! Please, Get out!

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There will be many, many, many church bells, I can promise you that much. However, without your eruption, the alcove is filled with crude chirps, Just as without the breeze, my doorstep is home to dead birds. Everything I find, and all of the places that dissolved under my watch, All of the men that bore their limbs into the roads, I told them it was going to take this long.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC

Once You've Made It

There will be many, many, many church bells, I can promise you that much. However, without your eruption, the alcove is filled with crude chirps, Just as without the breeze, my doorstep is home to dead birds. Everything I find, and all of the places that dissolved under my watch, All of the men that bore their limbs into the roads, I told them it was going to take this long.

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A horrible man was born on this day, eleven years ago, and I knew him. I promised him, once, that he and I would find it together. That we would climb, while keeping our distance. Distance is never good with someone like that, I can assure you, he is gone now.

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC

That Hand

A horrible man was born on this day, eleven years ago, and I knew him. I promised him, once, that he and I would find it together. That we would climb, while keeping our distance. Distance is never good with someone like that, I can assure you, he is gone now.

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Icebergs upon icebergs, laid out in front of the mail, You have to claw through it until you can read the letters from your family. I understand, in the heat of the moment, you might wish to cry, What on earth are you crying for? Sabrina has been dead for years. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, all the time, it is you, Too much time to sing and dance, But not enough quiet moments up in the trees. We aren't going to make it, are we?

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC

Son of Glam

Icebergs upon icebergs, laid out in front of the mail, You have to claw through it until you can read the letters from your family. I understand, in the heat of the moment, you might wish to cry, What on earth are you crying for? Sabrina has been dead for years. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, all the time, it is you, Too much time to sing and dance, But not enough quiet moments up in the trees. We aren't going to make it, are we?

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A useless firing squad dropped all of their weapons, they dropped them because they wanted to see your reaction. Like usual, I cared far more than I should have, and when the brown coats came off, I began to strike, I really did it. I knew I was fairly lucky in that moment, I didn't have any questions about that. But, I wasn't as lucky as I used to be. I wasn't as lucky as the cloud of vapor in front of me, or the man in the back of the police car. I was never as lucky, as, as, as, As long as you never hear the sound of my voice, and never sit in my car, I promise, I won't let myself feel lucky again.

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May 1, 2014

May 1, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC

Electronic Boys

A useless firing squad dropped all of their weapons, they dropped them because they wanted to see your reaction. Like usual, I cared far more than I should have, and when the brown coats came off, I began to strike, I really did it. I knew I was fairly lucky in that moment, I didn't have any questions about that. But, I wasn't as lucky as I used to be. I wasn't as lucky as the cloud of vapor in front of me, or the man in the back of the police car. I was never as lucky, as, as, as, As long as you never hear the sound of my voice, and never sit in my car, I promise, I won't let myself feel lucky again.

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Unpleasant fingers that make a noise that I'm not comfortable with, Not on my watch will you slander the name of her Boar. Under the dandruff wigs of fellow coachmen, I stand and say: Follow the path of preferred map-tracks, Disregarding the glass of subtle milk, Disregarding the shattered plastic, all, over, my, head, Believing in a higher power, is, what, I, said, Kevin, you need to leave me alone now, I hate the paperboy.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC

Led Zeppelin Is Not Good

Unpleasant fingers that make a noise that I'm not comfortable with, Not on my watch will you slander the name of her Boar. Under the dandruff wigs of fellow coachmen, I stand and say: Follow the path of preferred map-tracks, Disregarding the glass of subtle milk, Disregarding the shattered plastic, all, over, my, head, Believing in a higher power, is, what, I, said, Kevin, you need to leave me alone now, I hate the paperboy.

9

That young man does belong in your past, I saw him there when I brought your homework to you. He had very yellow eyes, which was great. The truth is, I prefer to stay away from these types of situations. The ones where you don't even remember how to huddle, The ones where a group of older kids dog pile on top of you, Those things make me feel overpriced.

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC

Thanks For The Tip

That young man does belong in your past, I saw him there when I brought your homework to you. He had very yellow eyes, which was great. The truth is, I prefer to stay away from these types of situations. The ones where you don't even remember how to huddle, The ones where a group of older kids dog pile on top of you, Those things make me feel overpriced.

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