era - Hello Poetry

My to-do list is getting too long He says he wants to show me the world He looks like he's been places But I feel there's so many places inside me I haven't felt on How am I to wander around, out of fear of getting lost? How am I to glimpse outside for seeing inside My memory echoes still, fear of being full of empty How far does life extend? Where do I begin, where do I end? Sometimes the hand of a friend, feels the realest that can be Sometimes all's a blur, empty memory. How can I stay still, when everything turns around my equilibrium? Reckless with my bills, reckless with my time I have to stop smoking, seelping in and all-day sitting They tell me I need to do. I tell them I need to be Feel the motor inside Draw on clouds and remenising Put one song on repeat for days lose track of time recklessly Tomorrow's restless, Let me revolve around today

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC

era

To-Do list

My to-do list is getting too long He says he wants to show me the world He looks like he's been places But I feel there's so many places inside me I haven't felt on How am I to wander around, out of fear of getting lost? How am I to glimpse outside for seeing inside My memory echoes still, fear of being full of empty How far does life extend? Where do I begin, where do I end? Sometimes the hand of a friend, feels the realest that can be Sometimes all's a blur, empty memory. How can I stay still, when everything turns around my equilibrium? Reckless with my bills, reckless with my time I have to stop smoking, seelping in and all-day sitting They tell me I need to do. I tell them I need to be Feel the motor inside Draw on clouds and remenising Put one song on repeat for days lose track of time recklessly Tomorrow's restless, Let me revolve around today

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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at ****** are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you to **** anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art

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era

Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC

Charles Bukowski

The Genius Of The Crowd

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at ****** are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you to **** anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art

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° /sshharp/ ° You, sharppened your knives ° Bullets ready, what's the point? ° Arrows pointing back like boomerangs ° **** words darting hollow places ° Me, framed in zebra circles ° You, lost between these pointless races

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC

era

Bullet Points

° /sshharp/ ° You, sharppened your knives ° Bullets ready, what's the point? ° Arrows pointing back like boomerangs ° **** words darting hollow places ° Me, framed in zebra circles ° You, lost between these pointless races

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I wanted to fall asleep immediately So I could hold on to the sound of your voice Float on its timbre And let your english envelop me like a foreign language This aberrant dialect. Every letter wrapping me in its cursive like a warm blanket as I try to commit these strange sounds to memory, because a sentence has NEVER made my face soo flush OR made me feel the way my soul feels barefoot center stage. That last breath before blackout. The feeling in my chest as the curtains rise... Honest Childish Your word choice I wanted to fall asleep immediately when we got off the phone so I wouldnt miss that flight to you in my dreams! Where the night doesn't end... I hadn't taken off my earrings Or my necklace or my glasses I hadn't tied my hair Or brushed my teeth I didnt say my prayers!! I, I wanted to fall asleep immediately so I could pretend that you were THERE. Ya know? Holding me at heart-beat's length Telling me to keep talking cause my voice is so mellifluous. my silly rambling is a lullaby. Sweet, melodic Pleasant, soothing Too much of a good thing I wanted to fall asleep immediately so I could land on our conversing and allow the reverberating echo of my collision to torment every Stage. Of. REM. A reflection of him And me. And time. Delayed gratification. The ever-waaaaning night! Tomorrow but a slow creep... sigh I wanted to fall asleep immediately 'Lest this moment forgo my keep. 3.18am 7.25.14

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era

Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC

sharde-fultz

I Wanted to Fall Asleep Immediately

I wanted to fall asleep immediately So I could hold on to the sound of your voice Float on its timbre And let your english envelop me like a foreign language This aberrant dialect. Every letter wrapping me in its cursive like a warm blanket as I try to commit these strange sounds to memory, because a sentence has NEVER made my face soo flush OR made me feel the way my soul feels barefoot center stage. That last breath before blackout. The feeling in my chest as the curtains rise... Honest Childish Your word choice I wanted to fall asleep immediately when we got off the phone so I wouldnt miss that flight to you in my dreams! Where the night doesn't end... I hadn't taken off my earrings Or my necklace or my glasses I hadn't tied my hair Or brushed my teeth I didnt say my prayers!! I, I wanted to fall asleep immediately so I could pretend that you were THERE. Ya know? Holding me at heart-beat's length Telling me to keep talking cause my voice is so mellifluous. my silly rambling is a lullaby. Sweet, melodic Pleasant, soothing Too much of a good thing I wanted to fall asleep immediately so I could land on our conversing and allow the reverberating echo of my collision to torment every Stage. Of. REM. A reflection of him And me. And time. Delayed gratification. The ever-waaaaning night! Tomorrow but a slow creep... sigh I wanted to fall asleep immediately 'Lest this moment forgo my keep. 3.18am 7.25.14

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All the words you couldn't say Crawled in under my skin Devilish, found a way to pinch in Heavy with their absence, weighing All there was left was me fighting mine, scratching the walls i put them in, confined.

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC

era

Words

All the words you couldn't say Crawled in under my skin Devilish, found a way to pinch in Heavy with their absence, weighing All there was left was me fighting mine, scratching the walls i put them in, confined.

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