evaellen - Hello Poetry

would the moon call the Earth an abuser? constantly trying to escape, always being absent-mindedly yanked back like a big child with a balloon. with hands that show hate deep in its lines and cracks from years without love. would the Earth call the moon a molester? slowly ******* at her heels, asking for visits for attention, for life, to soothe dry bones. constantly breathing stale vacuum-air down her neck. millions of stars shine sparkle twinkle glimmer gleam like asinine onlookers and perverted peeping toms waiting for the sun to rise

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC

evaellen

deep dark space

would the moon call the Earth an abuser? constantly trying to escape, always being absent-mindedly yanked back like a big child with a balloon. with hands that show hate deep in its lines and cracks from years without love. would the Earth call the moon a molester? slowly ******* at her heels, asking for visits for attention, for life, to soothe dry bones. constantly breathing stale vacuum-air down her neck. millions of stars shine sparkle twinkle glimmer gleam like asinine onlookers and perverted peeping toms waiting for the sun to rise

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Shakespeare wrote, "All the world is a stage" So when I laugh at myself I'm only being an engaged audience and when I applaud at the end I am just thanking God for his good sense of Hamlet humor

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC

evaellen

The Creative Director

Shakespeare wrote, "All the world is a stage" So when I laugh at myself I'm only being an engaged audience and when I applaud at the end I am just thanking God for his good sense of Hamlet humor

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Bubbling over, white picket fence smile, bouncing from piggy toe to piggy toe, gesticulating like a willow on a blustery day, wishy, washy, rushed words, warm Today you were the lucky one Because I was the one who felt genuine joy Because I was the one who radiated like the sun But, Today you were the lucky one Because I was the one who chose to share it with you

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC

evaellen

A women's success

Bubbling over, white picket fence smile, bouncing from piggy toe to piggy toe, gesticulating like a willow on a blustery day, wishy, washy, rushed words, warm Today you were the lucky one Because I was the one who felt genuine joy Because I was the one who radiated like the sun But, Today you were the lucky one Because I was the one who chose to share it with you

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I'm going to a party My little black dress is ready I have my face all set My lines are learned, practiced, perfect I haven't felt like this for months My dearest will be there I hope the alcohol is strong The flowers will be beautiful She was beautiful. I never did like surprise parties

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC

evaellen

Funeral on a Saturday

I'm going to a party My little black dress is ready I have my face all set My lines are learned, practiced, perfect I haven't felt like this for months My dearest will be there I hope the alcohol is strong The flowers will be beautiful She was beautiful. I never did like surprise parties

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A man once told me, "Never write a movie where a man is left shouting after a woman who is sure to return" I was raised by wolves and Don Quixote lead with(in) the heart; regret with(in) the brain dead weight hangs hungry in my chest I see fear creep in my knees my teeth are looking to be tested my skin is stained like a constellation capricorn gemini pisces I am my own galaxy: only porcelain angels looking over me backstage pass to my caterpillar identity crisis My imagination (machinations of muddled emotions) was waiting for someone like you His laugh rattles my subconscious and decomposes my rigor mortis kiss youmeus like your tongue was made of money finger me as much as I do my hair I like sinking into your mind; it's warm in here Eggs&Bacon; bread & butter you're the apple pie to my adam's apple (with all the cavities) I'm a headless chicken framing instant coffee amber memories ice cream melts the closer I get to the sun... It rained today. Some statues talk, some people have nothing to say; who will you dip in gold and call your temple? Why does it have to be art and not just us? you're just another outlet mall; your sheep are in Leeds the shoes are from your closet and I need reupholstering my feet will go where they dare but the yellow brick road is turmeric and shame I'm on a deserted island and all I see are birds all my doors have a neon EXIT sign It began and ended with the Space Odyssey- "Martha!"

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC

evaellen

Vonnegut

A man once told me, "Never write a movie where a man is left shouting after a woman who is sure to return" I was raised by wolves and Don Quixote lead with(in) the heart; regret with(in) the brain dead weight hangs hungry in my chest I see fear creep in my knees my teeth are looking to be tested my skin is stained like a constellation capricorn gemini pisces I am my own galaxy: only porcelain angels looking over me backstage pass to my caterpillar identity crisis My imagination (machinations of muddled emotions) was waiting for someone like you His laugh rattles my subconscious and decomposes my rigor mortis kiss youmeus like your tongue was made of money finger me as much as I do my hair I like sinking into your mind; it's warm in here Eggs&Bacon; bread & butter you're the apple pie to my adam's apple (with all the cavities) I'm a headless chicken framing instant coffee amber memories ice cream melts the closer I get to the sun... It rained today. Some statues talk, some people have nothing to say; who will you dip in gold and call your temple? Why does it have to be art and not just us? you're just another outlet mall; your sheep are in Leeds the shoes are from your closet and I need reupholstering my feet will go where they dare but the yellow brick road is turmeric and shame I'm on a deserted island and all I see are birds all my doors have a neon EXIT sign It began and ended with the Space Odyssey- "Martha!"

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I'm lying & I'm thinking under the sun's omnipresent gleaming how to be a decent human being but it's hard to stop from drinking in the beauty that surrounds and distracts me I'm only dreaming, only scheming to think that any sort of feeling will throw into doubt my belief in that everything that I'm seeing seems to be more important than any individual thought I'm breathing & I'm sinking more deeply into nature's pleasing cherry blossom carpet, hearing nothing but blue free birds singing as they soar between my version of heaven & I I am only speaking, only sleeping on this hill; it seems that I am seeping into the earth; a new beginning to my mother's secrets I am listening It looks like I got to be a decent human being after all

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC

evaellen

Decent Human Being

I'm lying & I'm thinking under the sun's omnipresent gleaming how to be a decent human being but it's hard to stop from drinking in the beauty that surrounds and distracts me I'm only dreaming, only scheming to think that any sort of feeling will throw into doubt my belief in that everything that I'm seeing seems to be more important than any individual thought I'm breathing & I'm sinking more deeply into nature's pleasing cherry blossom carpet, hearing nothing but blue free birds singing as they soar between my version of heaven & I I am only speaking, only sleeping on this hill; it seems that I am seeping into the earth; a new beginning to my mother's secrets I am listening It looks like I got to be a decent human being after all

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My mind is a cavern pulsing with secrets untold But it's dark in here

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Jun 27, 2016

Jun 27, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC

evaellen

Spelunking

My mind is a cavern pulsing with secrets untold But it's dark in here

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