endureburial - Hello Poetry

I lost the faith I never had And became the laugh That echoes itself Crashing off damp cave Walls Interrupted by drops Of condensation. I found the faith I never had And saw the hills move With steady rhythm Grass green as a child's Questions Cow parsley swaying With the cold wind. The sky was still And the ocean flowed. The eggs round And fragile Sat in their nests. Everything remained in Its place, but everything Was different. I became the laugh That laughs with others I drink whole milk And gaze into the sun Blinded by purity Deafened by possibility In the arrested daylight of the present.

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC

Salverei Così Tanti Alberi Se Non Scrivessi Così Tante Stupide Poesie

I lost the faith I never had And became the laugh That echoes itself Crashing off damp cave Walls Interrupted by drops Of condensation. I found the faith I never had And saw the hills move With steady rhythm Grass green as a child's Questions Cow parsley swaying With the cold wind. The sky was still And the ocean flowed. The eggs round And fragile Sat in their nests. Everything remained in Its place, but everything Was different. I became the laugh That laughs with others I drink whole milk And gaze into the sun Blinded by purity Deafened by possibility In the arrested daylight of the present.

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Bleak when I'm gone from your embrace Grey is the sense without your taste Mistiness instead of blood And when it bleeds it's like the sun Those aimless roads they end with you A moment's touch to fill me through Drowsy eyes and still I gaze Reach to your chest perhaps too late

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC

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Bleak when I'm gone from your embrace Grey is the sense without your taste Mistiness instead of blood And when it bleeds it's like the sun Those aimless roads they end with you A moment's touch to fill me through Drowsy eyes and still I gaze Reach to your chest perhaps too late

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I stood at a crossroads And the horizon came towards me. 50 000 kilowatts of pure ecstasy Raced through my tendons. I had sunbeams for eyes And **** for brains, A crushing tempest of Beauty and chaos, Telling me that mortality was Violent and explosive.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC

Hecate

I stood at a crossroads And the horizon came towards me. 50 000 kilowatts of pure ecstasy Raced through my tendons. I had sunbeams for eyes And **** for brains, A crushing tempest of Beauty and chaos, Telling me that mortality was Violent and explosive.

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Let me paint my kitchen in bright colours, Let the morning light bounce off oranges and yellows. Let me paint each bathroom tile with abandon, And let each windowsill hold life. I will build homes for my literature and The walls will collect memories. Leave the door open and the floor clean, Leave the garden wild and the drawers crowded. Let the wood have character and the rugs have texture. Take care and let be.

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Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC

House

Let me paint my kitchen in bright colours, Let the morning light bounce off oranges and yellows. Let me paint each bathroom tile with abandon, And let each windowsill hold life. I will build homes for my literature and The walls will collect memories. Leave the door open and the floor clean, Leave the garden wild and the drawers crowded. Let the wood have character and the rugs have texture. Take care and let be.

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Ten times nightly it crawls beneath, Five times sprightly it ruptures my peace. Pale is its breath When I open my legs Waiting for it to go back inside. Sometimes, when it sleeps, I begin to feel Something close to love. And slowly it moves, its endless wrath, Extinguishing all warmth, Coming back to its fat prey. It opens its gall black shining eyes. How dreadful, The cold silence of waiting For uncondensed hatred.

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Nov 20, 2017

Nov 20, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC

The Evil I Gave Birth To

Ten times nightly it crawls beneath, Five times sprightly it ruptures my peace. Pale is its breath When I open my legs Waiting for it to go back inside. Sometimes, when it sleeps, I begin to feel Something close to love. And slowly it moves, its endless wrath, Extinguishing all warmth, Coming back to its fat prey. It opens its gall black shining eyes. How dreadful, The cold silence of waiting For uncondensed hatred.

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