emily-kinglp - Hello Poetry

left alone with him raw and null in the toilet beaming at my pain crying and bleeding he an astray cat entered and left scratched at the walls and ****** on the carpet he left his mark I flush him away consciously drowning my botch

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Sep 19, 2017

Sep 19, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC

emily-kinglp

Botch

left alone with him raw and null in the toilet beaming at my pain crying and bleeding he an astray cat entered and left scratched at the walls and ****** on the carpet he left his mark I flush him away consciously drowning my botch

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Of course he’s A ******* musician Let you tune into my soul With melodies you Have practiced over And over again They don’t sound like anything You shake when you Play The strings Don’t obey your Weak complexities You couldn’t serenade A cow.

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Jan 24, 2017

Jan 24, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC

emily-kinglp

Musician

Of course he’s A ******* musician Let you tune into my soul With melodies you Have practiced over And over again They don’t sound like anything You shake when you Play The strings Don’t obey your Weak complexities You couldn’t serenade A cow.

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My eyes look down as we walk glued to the ground while you talk

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC

emily-kinglp

Downcast

My eyes look down as we walk glued to the ground while you talk

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When going though old photographs you will come across someone that you used to love You can't help but look into their big brown eyes and fall in love all over again. If only for a moment you will remember how they once made you feel.

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Jan 9, 2017

Jan 9, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC

emily-kinglp

Photograph

When going though old photographs you will come across someone that you used to love You can't help but look into their big brown eyes and fall in love all over again. If only for a moment you will remember how they once made you feel.

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We didn't need to say anything to each other that night. The rain spoke for us Pounding against our bodies Soaking us to the bone. The rain said every unspoken word you needed to hear.

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Jan 9, 2017

Jan 9, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC

emily-kinglp

Rain

We didn't need to say anything to each other that night. The rain spoke for us Pounding against our bodies Soaking us to the bone. The rain said every unspoken word you needed to hear.

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little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, i won't blame you, instead i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eyes you have no knife. the knife is mine and i won't use it yet.

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emily-kinglp

Jan 9, 2017

Jan 9, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC

Charles Bukowski

Raw With Love

little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, i won't blame you, instead i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. little dark girl with kind eyes you have no knife. the knife is mine and i won't use it yet.

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. *If I were a poem I’d ask you to fold me up and put me in your pocket, then at the end of the week, toss me in the wash with the rest of the clothes And when you find me later, smudged and smeared, ripped and tattered into little unrecognizable pieces, don’t worry about it, I was already like that*

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emily-kinglp

May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC

Stephank

If I were a poem

. *If I were a poem I’d ask you to fold me up and put me in your pocket, then at the end of the week, toss me in the wash with the rest of the clothes And when you find me later, smudged and smeared, ripped and tattered into little unrecognizable pieces, don’t worry about it, I was already like that*

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Here you are again, staring in this mirror. It lies to you. You shake with fear and worry and regret like somethings going to happen a consequence of the actions you did not take yet. Here you are again, staring at your feet. They lie to you. Throbbing with blisters and pain They lead you down the street through the rain but what you really want to do is set yourself on fire and jump off of that bridge Here you are again, looking into his eyes. They lie to you. Uncertain enraged and self centered. They stare you down and **** the life out of you like a leech You surrender Living out this life as a pretender Give it up.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC

emily-kinglp

Lies

Here you are again, staring in this mirror. It lies to you. You shake with fear and worry and regret like somethings going to happen a consequence of the actions you did not take yet. Here you are again, staring at your feet. They lie to you. Throbbing with blisters and pain They lead you down the street through the rain but what you really want to do is set yourself on fire and jump off of that bridge Here you are again, looking into his eyes. They lie to you. Uncertain enraged and self centered. They stare you down and **** the life out of you like a leech You surrender Living out this life as a pretender Give it up.

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