eppie - Hello Poetry

yesterday, tomorrow, before and after i want what i want, but what i want doesn’t matter trying not to sink into the low places pouring static sound into the empty spaces between my ears, behind my eyes, to the bottom of my skull i want what i want, and i want to be whole.

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC

eppie

rinse - repeat

yesterday, tomorrow, before and after i want what i want, but what i want doesn’t matter trying not to sink into the low places pouring static sound into the empty spaces between my ears, behind my eyes, to the bottom of my skull i want what i want, and i want to be whole.

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i want to be happy so much that i push in everything so close until it squeezes my lungs shut. i pull out the sequins ripping fabric away until there is nothing left but the frame of my heart uncovered and untouched. i push away fears like bad memories with temporary remedies lost dreams in my sleep. i want to be happy so much that it’s killing me.

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Mar 18, 2018

Mar 18, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC

eppie

happy

i want to be happy so much that i push in everything so close until it squeezes my lungs shut. i pull out the sequins ripping fabric away until there is nothing left but the frame of my heart uncovered and untouched. i push away fears like bad memories with temporary remedies lost dreams in my sleep. i want to be happy so much that it’s killing me.

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break the seal: pull back, twisting the knife. pull back, words too fast. pull back like there’s no stains in the carpet, on the walls, on my skin. pull back, no shimmer in the eyes. retreat like dying armies into shadows, deep unknown; creatures with sharp teeth speaking soft words that wrap around my throat like unbroken plastic seals. pull back, pull back, pull back.

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC

eppie

sealed

break the seal: pull back, twisting the knife. pull back, words too fast. pull back like there’s no stains in the carpet, on the walls, on my skin. pull back, no shimmer in the eyes. retreat like dying armies into shadows, deep unknown; creatures with sharp teeth speaking soft words that wrap around my throat like unbroken plastic seals. pull back, pull back, pull back.

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Coffee is bitter like stomach acid burns when bile rises up from god's laughing throat. He who woke up the sleepers. Those who dream in paradise. Dreaming with unseeing eyes, serene smiles, bleeding, breathing, competing for conscious time. Awake to this stinging feeling, like teething, skin peeling, ears ringing; no sound, no silence, ambient fuzz. Let me live in a dream. Let my thoughts blur into one.

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC

eppie

eyes open shut

Coffee is bitter like stomach acid burns when bile rises up from god's laughing throat. He who woke up the sleepers. Those who dream in paradise. Dreaming with unseeing eyes, serene smiles, bleeding, breathing, competing for conscious time. Awake to this stinging feeling, like teething, skin peeling, ears ringing; no sound, no silence, ambient fuzz. Let me live in a dream. Let my thoughts blur into one.

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i want to rest where your pupil meets the iris i want to sleep in the corners of your smile curling up for a long while let the scars on your skin be the story i read every imperfection a footprint in your journey i want to see heaven beam through your teeth i'll hear the sunlight in your voice when you sing sweet nectar coating your timbre with you around me i'm content just existing

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC

eppie

in between

i want to rest where your pupil meets the iris i want to sleep in the corners of your smile curling up for a long while let the scars on your skin be the story i read every imperfection a footprint in your journey i want to see heaven beam through your teeth i'll hear the sunlight in your voice when you sing sweet nectar coating your timbre with you around me i'm content just existing

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i'm trapped inside my own head bed-ridden, paralyzed with dread dream sequences, flashbulb memories keep me from forgetting everything, anything that drenches me in cold sweat. is it too much to ask to be spared from anxiety attacks? is it too much to ask to not be frozen inside flashbacks? apparently it is i'm in a state of perpetual fear i have been asleep for years i'm screaming from inside the echo chamber of my mind: let (let) me (me) out (live) is it too much to want to live? apparently it is

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC

eppie

echo chamber

i'm trapped inside my own head bed-ridden, paralyzed with dread dream sequences, flashbulb memories keep me from forgetting everything, anything that drenches me in cold sweat. is it too much to ask to be spared from anxiety attacks? is it too much to ask to not be frozen inside flashbacks? apparently it is i'm in a state of perpetual fear i have been asleep for years i'm screaming from inside the echo chamber of my mind: let (let) me (me) out (live) is it too much to want to live? apparently it is

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metamorphosis: chew me up, spit me out break me into bits shred me into scraps do whatever it takes to make me fall apart. i'll rise from ashes i'll glue myself together piece by tiny piece every little microbe every drop of blood. like kintsugi art there is beauty where the cracks are there is gold in my veins there is stitchwork in my cells there is inferno in my heart. metamorphosis: break me down, build me up transform, rebirth, rearrange me make me resilient make me relentless make me right make me new

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Nov 24, 2017

Nov 24, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC

eppie

metamorphosis

metamorphosis: chew me up, spit me out break me into bits shred me into scraps do whatever it takes to make me fall apart. i'll rise from ashes i'll glue myself together piece by tiny piece every little microbe every drop of blood. like kintsugi art there is beauty where the cracks are there is gold in my veins there is stitchwork in my cells there is inferno in my heart. metamorphosis: break me down, build me up transform, rebirth, rearrange me make me resilient make me relentless make me right make me new

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oh black lacquer night full of exploding stars bursting cascading falling right into my arms hot sky residue space dust art searing tearing burning at the center of my heart

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Nov 22, 2017

Nov 22, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC

eppie

exploding stars

oh black lacquer night full of exploding stars bursting cascading falling right into my arms hot sky residue space dust art searing tearing burning at the center of my heart

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someone took the narrative that i was an idiot and ran with it. they're stuffing foam in my garden hose they're burning all my algebra notes they're stepping on my sand castles like my effort is one big hassle maybe it's your problem that nothing i do makes you happy maybe it's your problem that you break beautiful things maybe, just maybe re-evaluate the narrative you wrote some writers can be untrustworthy folks

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC

eppie

unreliable narrator

someone took the narrative that i was an idiot and ran with it. they're stuffing foam in my garden hose they're burning all my algebra notes they're stepping on my sand castles like my effort is one big hassle maybe it's your problem that nothing i do makes you happy maybe it's your problem that you break beautiful things maybe, just maybe re-evaluate the narrative you wrote some writers can be untrustworthy folks

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A glass of sun, The circumference of the world, the entire infinity. The deep brown, Warm umber, Quiver and smirk. Between two chasms, Dark like the space-deep, Shattered like starlight Leaping off shards Of white glass All singing stars And glass shattered off-white. The width of a circle, A soul locked within A perfect deep- Within a glance pained By sublimed, sustained silence. The width of a circle, A soul sealed within A perfect deep- Therein a soul stained by Touch, By memory, By touch, By memory. The frames of a face. A soul sealed within a perfect sleep.

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eppie

Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC

noah-ducane

Through the Eyes of a Memory, the Memory of two Eyes

A glass of sun, The circumference of the world, the entire infinity. The deep brown, Warm umber, Quiver and smirk. Between two chasms, Dark like the space-deep, Shattered like starlight Leaping off shards Of white glass All singing stars And glass shattered off-white. The width of a circle, A soul locked within A perfect deep- Within a glance pained By sublimed, sustained silence. The width of a circle, A soul sealed within A perfect deep- Therein a soul stained by Touch, By memory, By touch, By memory. The frames of a face. A soul sealed within a perfect sleep.

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