faust - Hello Poetry

1. I’m starting to watch the water turn black. I’m noticing myself look through people during conversations And I guess this sparkling city filled with possibility is getting more blurred Like these lines 2. I touch you and I see myself aging; which is something I never thought I’d do. 3. I told her that just because we move in together and buy a couple of cats, it isn’t going to make us want to die any less; but at least we would have someone to say goodnight to. 4. When I think about love, I think about: When I’m anxious I feel like you find my breathing patterns And sometimes I feel like you do that on purpose 5. I don’t do well with: locked doors dead space hair in my face light leaking from my feet 6. I saw you and I knew that love is a rain in which I’ll have no umbrella but choose to get soaked anyway, under these street lights, kissing you.

Grace

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I have yet to grow into myself I wear my skin like it's two sizes too big So when you tell me you're in love with me I wonder who that is

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC

I have yet to grow into myself I wear my skin like it's two sizes too big So when you tell me you're in love with me I wonder who that is

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The thought of you is kind of like bubblegum that has lost its flavor; hard to chew.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC

The thought of you is kind of like bubblegum that has lost its flavor; hard to chew.

It's about eating the last piece of gum and not offering it to anyone else.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC

It's about eating the last piece of gum and not offering it to anyone else.

I am begging to be saved but the moment I say that I love you, I cough up a detailed list of instructions on how you should leave and never look back.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC

I am begging to be saved but the moment I say that I love you, I cough up a detailed list of instructions on how you should leave and never look back.

I have been in a fist fight with sanity; which has proven to be the most sane act.

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC

I have been in a fist fight with sanity; which has proven to be the most sane act.

Last night I kissed another woman and tried to not think of your lips. We ****** desperate. Falling in and out of each other in an attempt to rid the stain of them. To burn sage in a home is a ritual of sorts. Which is to say, the burning may have stopped awhile ago but my body still has roots. I ran my fingers across her jaw like it meant something to me. For a moment, I think we both believed that this meant something to us. The way two souls can be together in this way makes love look like a hitchhiker.

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC

We Rolled Up the Car Windows and Kept Driving:

Last night I kissed another woman and tried to not think of your lips. We ****** desperate. Falling in and out of each other in an attempt to rid the stain of them. To burn sage in a home is a ritual of sorts. Which is to say, the burning may have stopped awhile ago but my body still has roots. I ran my fingers across her jaw like it meant something to me. For a moment, I think we both believed that this meant something to us. The way two souls can be together in this way makes love look like a hitchhiker.

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1) Don't 2) A strange presence near the woods. Soft lips. A decline in finger tips. You were the child that jumped off of the swing and I guess that's why you occupy your time with things that will only last a moment; the romantic way death bites your lip. 3) When the addict consumes you, remind yourself that you're just another addiction. Once you have exposed yourself, completely, remember that this will not cure their affliction. 4) Refer to step one

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC

How to Fall in Love With an Addict:

1) Don't 2) A strange presence near the woods. Soft lips. A decline in finger tips. You were the child that jumped off of the swing and I guess that's why you occupy your time with things that will only last a moment; the romantic way death bites your lip. 3) When the addict consumes you, remind yourself that you're just another addiction. Once you have exposed yourself, completely, remember that this will not cure their affliction. 4) Refer to step one

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the water washes over me now floods the Great Plains of my mind the dripping faucet that is my heart can no longer bear the weight heavy still I feel like my brain is a dusty attic hippocampus filled with boxes unopened speak softly or forever hold your peace come at me broom in hand sweep me off my feet dusty books filled with blank words tell stories of girls just like me unable to speak they’ve always been told, speak only when spoken to be wary of storms in people for they have no boundaries and sometimes dusty attics get picked up in the tornado twisting about their lives Loose in their hands They follow Jagged razor blades Raining down feathers on a horizon Blessed by currents Dressed in black Enveloped by an ocean Strangled by casualties Leaping onto a path of nothingness Shadows, slitting their wrists and screaming And all i hear are broken plates All i see is the color red All i feel is the intense movement of my body Raining forward into a tunnel Tell me why i always close my eyes and wish for something? When i know that at the end of the tunnel there will only be light Freeing my hands from broken glass Broken plates Swept up and thrown away I am soft petals being torn by anxious hands An energy disguised in limerick A moon flushed by hungry eyes An emotional ****** a collector of sorts experiences kept on the top shelf lovers on the one below moving with the wind never against afraid to lock eyes with someone because that, in itself, is too much commitment an outward confession that I too, harbor emotions the emotional addict the adrenaline of shooting yourself up with a new feeling terrifying knowing that the drug will not suffice one day crave much more than the ache one causes you one day, want to trip on the heartstrings of another but most frightening is the possibility that people will cease to be my fix in hopes of bringing a puppet interest A glass of thick tar, light I need to learn that people are not antidepressants When the bear faced me Standing in the forest Looking downward at the sun I found myself standing in a river bend Hand laced in hand Round rivers, whispering wolves Chants to the gods Colorful skies Mountains Growing Towards the seas Ladies dancing in evergreen

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC

the water washes over me now floods the Great Plains of my mind the dripping faucet that is my heart can no longer bear the weight heavy still I feel like my brain is a dusty attic hippocampus filled with boxes unopened speak softly or forever hold your peace come at me broom in hand sweep me off my feet dusty books filled with blank words tell stories of girls just like me unable to speak they’ve always been told, speak only when spoken to be wary of storms in people for they have no boundaries and sometimes dusty attics get picked up in the tornado twisting about their lives Loose in their hands They follow Jagged razor blades Raining down feathers on a horizon Blessed by currents Dressed in black Enveloped by an ocean Strangled by casualties Leaping onto a path of nothingness Shadows, slitting their wrists and screaming And all i hear are broken plates All i see is the color red All i feel is the intense movement of my body Raining forward into a tunnel Tell me why i always close my eyes and wish for something? When i know that at the end of the tunnel there will only be light Freeing my hands from broken glass Broken plates Swept up and thrown away I am soft petals being torn by anxious hands An energy disguised in limerick A moon flushed by hungry eyes An emotional ****** a collector of sorts experiences kept on the top shelf lovers on the one below moving with the wind never against afraid to lock eyes with someone because that, in itself, is too much commitment an outward confession that I too, harbor emotions the emotional addict the adrenaline of shooting yourself up with a new feeling terrifying knowing that the drug will not suffice one day crave much more than the ache one causes you one day, want to trip on the heartstrings of another but most frightening is the possibility that people will cease to be my fix in hopes of bringing a puppet interest A glass of thick tar, light I need to learn that people are not antidepressants When the bear faced me Standing in the forest Looking downward at the sun I found myself standing in a river bend Hand laced in hand Round rivers, whispering wolves Chants to the gods Colorful skies Mountains Growing Towards the seas Ladies dancing in evergreen

The Lady in Black:

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Pink chiffon Cotton candy hair Floral wallpaper Ashtray filled of virgina slims Eyes so dark that her pupils get lost She gets lost Sometimes Forgets to come out of the bathtub Lost in the tiles Imagining faces between the cracks She looks out at the glow of the street lights A single Flickers The dark carnival is coming She looks down at her ashtray Thinks about taking it out The cigarettes turn to caterpillars she turns to her bookshelf Watches the books turn to dust And she wonders what's for dinner She sits on the davenport, still The record player begins to play She twitches Gets up to look in the mirror Her face She notices the wrinkles forming At the corners of her eyes Around her lips She touches them Remembers the ad for a special lotion in the paper She stands in the mirror & touches it Her hand slips through the mirror Grasps her reflection Her face begins to fall further Begins to melt off She glances quickly at her reflection Now she stand in a room full of mirrors Mirrors of all kinds Melting all around her -The dark carnival is here

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Dec 1, 2017

Dec 1, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC