eve-7 - Hello Poetry

There is a man in front of me He sits slouched in the corner His hair is shot and grey-brown He spends several seconds unpuzzling a Romantic quote He doesn't like it He spends a few reading another post It says: Funny How you can choose between labour And conservative But can't decide whether your gay Or straight Or like ******* Saucepans ( I think it means pansexual ) He likes this post. Funny. The walls of the train He is alot older than I thought he would be Less brown More grey.

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Dec 17, 2019

Dec 17, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC

A man on a train

There is a man in front of me He sits slouched in the corner His hair is shot and grey-brown He spends several seconds unpuzzling a Romantic quote He doesn't like it He spends a few reading another post It says: Funny How you can choose between labour And conservative But can't decide whether your gay Or straight Or like ******* Saucepans ( I think it means pansexual ) He likes this post. Funny. The walls of the train He is alot older than I thought he would be Less brown More grey.

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Beauty is pain, they say. And they are right. Beauty is the pain of knowing that you are Not perfect. Beauty is art, they say And they are right. Beauty is a collection of Imperfect Shapes Someone has arranged on Paper. Not the Mirror. Beauty is a choice, I say I don't know if I'm right. But I know that Anyone can be beautiful (With the right paints) It's really a question of being Unique. And what are more unique than your Flaws? We are all White vases Cracked in a thousand different ways. Don't cover them up. Beauty is flawed. We are too.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC

Beauty

Beauty is pain, they say. And they are right. Beauty is the pain of knowing that you are Not perfect. Beauty is art, they say And they are right. Beauty is a collection of Imperfect Shapes Someone has arranged on Paper. Not the Mirror. Beauty is a choice, I say I don't know if I'm right. But I know that Anyone can be beautiful (With the right paints) It's really a question of being Unique. And what are more unique than your Flaws? We are all White vases Cracked in a thousand different ways. Don't cover them up. Beauty is flawed. We are too.

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See that little girl? No not that one, She’s dead. /The one thats walking/ Walking through the city. /Could you call it a city with no People?/ Small and cute as a Button /no more important either/ Blond hair Blue eyes ****** would have been proud/ Tattered dress Scuffed shoes /nice ones though, rich kid/ Can you hear her? /’course not, their to far away/ Crying Noisy tears /foolish girl/ Blubbering like a fat walrus /face scrunched up like one/ Can you smell the blood? The smoke? The ash? /the radiation/ See, some things happened Some bad things. /Real bad/ People say there used to be Faith Hope /food, shelter, water/ But we know they're lying ******** How could Could anyone be that Stupid /stupid, so, so, stupid/ To lose That? /Who?/ Who? Look, now She’s looking for food /clever girl, maybe there’s hope for her yet/ Digging through Trash /That’s right, stick hands right in that dustbin/ Shame /Real,shame/ She won’t starve, that would have been slow /But not as painful/ No not nearly as painful as Radiation. ****** that is./ Oh! /Ah!/ She’s stumbled tripped on a Body /A small one at that/ Fallen, she’s scraped Her knees. /ooh, don’t you worry baby girl daddy will kiss it better/ Will he? Doubtful /Oh, my mistake he’s dead./ There all dead. /I remember now, they did it didn’t they?/ Pressed all those Red Buttons /Will she get up?/ I hope she does /Hope/ Hope is for Before /Now’s after/ See that little girl? /Yeah! Yeah I see her! I see her!/ She’s /standing up!/ She’s standing up! /She’s WALKING/ Isn’t she amazing? /That little girl/ The world is dead. /Her parents are dead/ She deserved. /Deserves/ Don’t start getting hopeful on me now! /She stood up!/ She deserved to live. /NO./ She deserved more. /NONONONONO/ But in the end. /NONONONONONONONO/ They got her anyway. /No./ Yes. /No/ Yes

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Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC

Apocalypse

See that little girl? No not that one, She’s dead. /The one thats walking/ Walking through the city. /Could you call it a city with no People?/ Small and cute as a Button /no more important either/ Blond hair Blue eyes ****** would have been proud/ Tattered dress Scuffed shoes /nice ones though, rich kid/ Can you hear her? /’course not, their to far away/ Crying Noisy tears /foolish girl/ Blubbering like a fat walrus /face scrunched up like one/ Can you smell the blood? The smoke? The ash? /the radiation/ See, some things happened Some bad things. /Real bad/ People say there used to be Faith Hope /food, shelter, water/ But we know they're lying ******** How could Could anyone be that Stupid /stupid, so, so, stupid/ To lose That? /Who?/ Who? Look, now She’s looking for food /clever girl, maybe there’s hope for her yet/ Digging through Trash /That’s right, stick hands right in that dustbin/ Shame /Real,shame/ She won’t starve, that would have been slow /But not as painful/ No not nearly as painful as Radiation. ****** that is./ Oh! /Ah!/ She’s stumbled tripped on a Body /A small one at that/ Fallen, she’s scraped Her knees. /ooh, don’t you worry baby girl daddy will kiss it better/ Will he? Doubtful /Oh, my mistake he’s dead./ There all dead. /I remember now, they did it didn’t they?/ Pressed all those Red Buttons /Will she get up?/ I hope she does /Hope/ Hope is for Before /Now’s after/ See that little girl? /Yeah! Yeah I see her! I see her!/ She’s /standing up!/ She’s standing up! /She’s WALKING/ Isn’t she amazing? /That little girl/ The world is dead. /Her parents are dead/ She deserved. /Deserves/ Don’t start getting hopeful on me now! /She stood up!/ She deserved to live. /NO./ She deserved more. /NONONONONO/ But in the end. /NONONONONONONONO/ They got her anyway. /No./ Yes. /No/ Yes

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When we fight with Sound You’ll always win You have those cutting glares and Disdainful tones You’ll strip me down Down Down Into nothing with a single step. You’ll break my heart Shatter my soul With a single whispered word. But when we fight on Text You’ve got nothing I’ll burn you down with Adjectives Watch as those metaphors slice into you Laugh when the italics choke you See those sentences Cry Because my head voice She’s so much louder than me Always in capitals She’ll smash you to dust She’ll take that fleshy heart of yours and smash it into a pulp. Smile as you bleed ink and pixels. Watch out Watch out My words are coming for you.

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC

A Poet's Fury

When we fight with Sound You’ll always win You have those cutting glares and Disdainful tones You’ll strip me down Down Down Into nothing with a single step. You’ll break my heart Shatter my soul With a single whispered word. But when we fight on Text You’ve got nothing I’ll burn you down with Adjectives Watch as those metaphors slice into you Laugh when the italics choke you See those sentences Cry Because my head voice She’s so much louder than me Always in capitals She’ll smash you to dust She’ll take that fleshy heart of yours and smash it into a pulp. Smile as you bleed ink and pixels. Watch out Watch out My words are coming for you.

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When the world ends will you be there? Or will you be in the ashes? Will you be hiding? Will you be screaming? Will you with me? Because I Don’t Know Anymore. I’v lost you Somewhere between Now and Then. Will you come back? I need you. I need to see you face. I need to see your smile You tears Because there all Beautiful And I need them. When the world ends will you be there? Or will you be hiding? Will you be screaming? Will you be dead? Because I want to die With you.

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC

Lonely

When the world ends will you be there? Or will you be in the ashes? Will you be hiding? Will you be screaming? Will you with me? Because I Don’t Know Anymore. I’v lost you Somewhere between Now and Then. Will you come back? I need you. I need to see you face. I need to see your smile You tears Because there all Beautiful And I need them. When the world ends will you be there? Or will you be hiding? Will you be screaming? Will you be dead? Because I want to die With you.

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Watch me Watch me melt Watch me steam up those Transparent Windows Watch me burn Watch me burn this ******* House down. Watch those ashes Let them choke you You Fickle Fickle Children. And when you pass the Death and Charred remains Remember me That one you broke That one you cursed With you Fickle ******* Tongues Little girls Little girls Never grown Never learn Fire can burn.

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC

The Cruelty of Girls

Watch me Watch me melt Watch me steam up those Transparent Windows Watch me burn Watch me burn this ******* House down. Watch those ashes Let them choke you You Fickle Fickle Children. And when you pass the Death and Charred remains Remember me That one you broke That one you cursed With you Fickle ******* Tongues Little girls Little girls Never grown Never learn Fire can burn.

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There once was a lonely Demon A tortured Shadow Her name was love. And her tale was dark one Born of Hate Sister of Desire Child of hope. How could she Ignore the Shadows Inside her. How could she forget the Screams only She Could hear? Begging Begging Begging Please Please Please, Love Open your arms love, Open them wide, Wider, wider, come on! How ever are you going for us in their? That's hardly enough room, Love Why don't you come to Us We have more than enough room for You, Love And so, She fell, Love In To a pit. Bottomless Endless Lightless A pit called love And she stayed there. Beautiful Tortured Love. Stuck with her shadows. Wasting away Losing her mind Piece by Tattered Piece, Love. What a tragedy. What a saga. A star crossed Sky splintered Night shattered Romance between a Girl and her Shadows. Love and her Her Self. Her broken Fractured self, Love. Born of hate Sad Sorrowful hate Sister to desire Brief Grieving Desire. Child of hope Fading Dimming Hope, Love.

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Jun 21, 2019

Jun 21, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC

A girl called Love.

There once was a lonely Demon A tortured Shadow Her name was love. And her tale was dark one Born of Hate Sister of Desire Child of hope. How could she Ignore the Shadows Inside her. How could she forget the Screams only She Could hear? Begging Begging Begging Please Please Please, Love Open your arms love, Open them wide, Wider, wider, come on! How ever are you going for us in their? That's hardly enough room, Love Why don't you come to Us We have more than enough room for You, Love And so, She fell, Love In To a pit. Bottomless Endless Lightless A pit called love And she stayed there. Beautiful Tortured Love. Stuck with her shadows. Wasting away Losing her mind Piece by Tattered Piece, Love. What a tragedy. What a saga. A star crossed Sky splintered Night shattered Romance between a Girl and her Shadows. Love and her Her Self. Her broken Fractured self, Love. Born of hate Sad Sorrowful hate Sister to desire Brief Grieving Desire. Child of hope Fading Dimming Hope, Love.

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Spin spin Spin Spin little doll Lacquered wood Years take their toll But you always could Dance Dance Dance Dance little doll Crimson paint Sparks in dark coal Arms in gentle faint Sing Sing sin- Little doll Night dark lips Crushed scarlet cheeks Shoulder full o’ chips Gears twist twist creeeaaak Play play PLAY Little doll girl MaSteR of THe gAMe Singing Sweetly Darkly HoLDER of-of-of-of-of thE CHAINs Spinning spinning spinning Spinspinspinspinspinspinspinspin Sp S S Singing Darkly Danceing Dar- Dark Swans SpinningSPinningSPIN Roundandroundandroundandround HeLP mE HelP ME Help ME liTTle DolL I ThInK-kkergljsenifh08q7er-k I I I Ithink I’M GOing CraZY

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Jun 9, 2019

Jun 9, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC

Little Doll

Spin spin Spin Spin little doll Lacquered wood Years take their toll But you always could Dance Dance Dance Dance little doll Crimson paint Sparks in dark coal Arms in gentle faint Sing Sing sin- Little doll Night dark lips Crushed scarlet cheeks Shoulder full o’ chips Gears twist twist creeeaaak Play play PLAY Little doll girl MaSteR of THe gAMe Singing Sweetly Darkly HoLDER of-of-of-of-of thE CHAINs Spinning spinning spinning Spinspinspinspinspinspinspinspin Sp S S Singing Darkly Danceing Dar- Dark Swans SpinningSPinningSPIN Roundandroundandroundandround HeLP mE HelP ME Help ME liTTle DolL I ThInK-kkergljsenifh08q7er-k I I I Ithink I’M GOing CraZY

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Tell me Whats the easiest way to get to the Heart? Is it a broad sword? Long and dull Flat and Loud. Crushing those Ribs Splintering that Fragile Heart Into a pulpy Mess. Or is it that dagger Whisper thin and short Shining and Silent Sharp like a Haunting wraith Searching Searching Searching For its Vengeance. Slipping through ribs like Sharks through Water Slicing that Fragile Heart Into neat chunks of Loss and Pain Such unending All-consuming Pain that can be Wrought By that Blade Slicing through flesh Like a Blade Of grass Cutting up the Wind. Sharp as those Forgotten moments of Laughter Those bottles half full Perfume Quick as the Ghost of dancing Footsteps Forgotten stains Unfinished emails Undone prayers All the things Left Behind Incomplete. They will stab you Again Again Again Wraith-like blades Whisper-thing and short Shining and silent It is the little The small Things that will Hurt The most.

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Jun 6, 2019

Jun 6, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC

Untitled

Tell me Whats the easiest way to get to the Heart? Is it a broad sword? Long and dull Flat and Loud. Crushing those Ribs Splintering that Fragile Heart Into a pulpy Mess. Or is it that dagger Whisper thin and short Shining and Silent Sharp like a Haunting wraith Searching Searching Searching For its Vengeance. Slipping through ribs like Sharks through Water Slicing that Fragile Heart Into neat chunks of Loss and Pain Such unending All-consuming Pain that can be Wrought By that Blade Slicing through flesh Like a Blade Of grass Cutting up the Wind. Sharp as those Forgotten moments of Laughter Those bottles half full Perfume Quick as the Ghost of dancing Footsteps Forgotten stains Unfinished emails Undone prayers All the things Left Behind Incomplete. They will stab you Again Again Again Wraith-like blades Whisper-thing and short Shining and silent It is the little The small Things that will Hurt The most.

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The shadows Are Beautiful And the night is Majestic Darkness is Intriguing And death Death is The Finale The Happily Ever After Of All Things. All these terrible Terrible Things They’ll call to you Sing To you Because they are What we Can’t have And we Always Always Want what we can’t Have. So we’ll dance our Dark Dances And sing out Nightime Songs In the hopes That One day One day In our Human Lives Death will Sing back.

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Jun 6, 2019

Jun 6, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC

'Sing to me, shadows'

The shadows Are Beautiful And the night is Majestic Darkness is Intriguing And death Death is The Finale The Happily Ever After Of All Things. All these terrible Terrible Things They’ll call to you Sing To you Because they are What we Can’t have And we Always Always Want what we can’t Have. So we’ll dance our Dark Dances And sing out Nightime Songs In the hopes That One day One day In our Human Lives Death will Sing back.

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