georgevanhorn - Hello Poetry

shes sat by the window like a flower to the sun burnt deep paled lotus, mechanized motifs cigarette, sweet parallel steams lips pink, eyes deceased silica tears, seeded fiber optic designed !release enter automated dreamstate delve inside the beast oscillating pirouetting psilocybe serene days gone underground plagiarized by peace prototyped the touch she’ll never know it’s me.

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Aug 11, 2021

Aug 11, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC

organasma

shes sat by the window like a flower to the sun burnt deep paled lotus, mechanized motifs cigarette, sweet parallel steams lips pink, eyes deceased silica tears, seeded fiber optic designed !release enter automated dreamstate delve inside the beast oscillating pirouetting psilocybe serene days gone underground plagiarized by peace prototyped the touch she’ll never know it’s me.

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When you giggled through the telephone Telling me how you just ****** some coke dealer And i’d never see you again it was a beer bottle to my head You wore hubris like a **** wears hublot Everyone seemed to know All about your misery But you To you Your tears were salt for your tongue Your sighs were air from your lungs When you whimpered through the telephone Telling me how you just ****** some coke dealer And you never want to see him again It was a beer bottle to my head I never was too fond of coke ****** But to see your newfound acceptance Of your own true nature Was a King Reduced to kneeling Was a Lion Left to observation

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Feb 27, 2021

Feb 27, 2021 at 9:13 AM UTC

Bottle to my head

When you giggled through the telephone Telling me how you just ****** some coke dealer And i’d never see you again it was a beer bottle to my head You wore hubris like a **** wears hublot Everyone seemed to know All about your misery But you To you Your tears were salt for your tongue Your sighs were air from your lungs When you whimpered through the telephone Telling me how you just ****** some coke dealer And you never want to see him again It was a beer bottle to my head I never was too fond of coke ****** But to see your newfound acceptance Of your own true nature Was a King Reduced to kneeling Was a Lion Left to observation

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A man is just a hammer You learn to swing your weight as a boy Shut your mouth, and do your job An artist can’t be a man His perspective is too vast For something so narrow His lens Too wide His soul Too harrowed The artist is a ***** Bashed by the hammer A nail can be plucked back Out of danger When the placement doesn't work But an artist? He takes his beating some big, dumb bumbling man Clattered him over his head and he’ll never be free again The artist adjusts to his hapless circumstances He can’t move All he can do is bellow out his bests While being burdened by his worst A man is a hammer A man kills a boy So an artist could be born

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC

artists are *******

A man is just a hammer You learn to swing your weight as a boy Shut your mouth, and do your job An artist can’t be a man His perspective is too vast For something so narrow His lens Too wide His soul Too harrowed The artist is a ***** Bashed by the hammer A nail can be plucked back Out of danger When the placement doesn't work But an artist? He takes his beating some big, dumb bumbling man Clattered him over his head and he’ll never be free again The artist adjusts to his hapless circumstances He can’t move All he can do is bellow out his bests While being burdened by his worst A man is a hammer A man kills a boy So an artist could be born

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She followed the stars She came bearing gifts One wise woman One satchel of hello Chocolate orange bars Stories of cigars Peeled away my innocence Burnt initials on my arms She packed a paintbrush And every day she painted a smile on my face But my smile became abstract And at the end of our daze She was the harshest of her critics A satchel of goodies became a suitcase And hello became goodbye

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC

satchel of hello

She followed the stars She came bearing gifts One wise woman One satchel of hello Chocolate orange bars Stories of cigars Peeled away my innocence Burnt initials on my arms She packed a paintbrush And every day she painted a smile on my face But my smile became abstract And at the end of our daze She was the harshest of her critics A satchel of goodies became a suitcase And hello became goodbye

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I'm a boisterous bull lookin for something new You're a matador with a beautiful shade of blue So why are we tearing this China shop in two? I thought that I was made for you

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Mar 30, 2016

Mar 30, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC

some bullsh*t

I'm a boisterous bull lookin for something new You're a matador with a beautiful shade of blue So why are we tearing this China shop in two? I thought that I was made for you

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I will always be devout I will always take your word Guided by your shouts Anointed by your slurs I wear this crown of spoons So feed me til I'm hurt Stab a fork into my hands For sliding mine into dessert Praise be

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC

CROWN OF SPOONS

I will always be devout I will always take your word Guided by your shouts Anointed by your slurs I wear this crown of spoons So feed me til I'm hurt Stab a fork into my hands For sliding mine into dessert Praise be

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Color your darkness embed your glistening gloss the best secrets are those untold a thief with a house key unheard words are those desired most so color your darkness a black rainbow is still a rainbow they may not see the beauty But that's what makes it yours

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC

Color your darkness

Color your darkness embed your glistening gloss the best secrets are those untold a thief with a house key unheard words are those desired most so color your darkness a black rainbow is still a rainbow they may not see the beauty But that's what makes it yours

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Have you ever looked in the mirror and seen yourself? Or can you not see the soul through the eyes? Stare until a glare has come, and left you holding your own existence in the palm of your hand Stare until you lose the predetermined idea of what you are Stare until you see yourself through the looking glass And not just looking at the glass of your eye Past the disguise is something purely extraordinary See for yourself

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Feb 27, 2016

Feb 27, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC

Look

Have you ever looked in the mirror and seen yourself? Or can you not see the soul through the eyes? Stare until a glare has come, and left you holding your own existence in the palm of your hand Stare until you lose the predetermined idea of what you are Stare until you see yourself through the looking glass And not just looking at the glass of your eye Past the disguise is something purely extraordinary See for yourself

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You've lived a long life, burning through each day with a passion barely bridled by gravity Expelling an otherworldly essence Drawing me into your orbit, with a hug around my shoulders Your hands planted firmly on my cheeks was an interstellar daydream You put me between stars Now you're fading And no matter how many light-years away I'll still feel your supernova And that's okay Your nebula will always shine And your stardust will still burn bright as the eyes that bore witness to your life

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Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC

h2 + he2

You've lived a long life, burning through each day with a passion barely bridled by gravity Expelling an otherworldly essence Drawing me into your orbit, with a hug around my shoulders Your hands planted firmly on my cheeks was an interstellar daydream You put me between stars Now you're fading And no matter how many light-years away I'll still feel your supernova And that's okay Your nebula will always shine And your stardust will still burn bright as the eyes that bore witness to your life

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3:36 AM Close the door quietly You're looking out the window like a flower to the sun Silent enough to hear the esoteric whispers between mountains We left our souls on the pavement And our essence on each other

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC

touch & go

3:36 AM Close the door quietly You're looking out the window like a flower to the sun Silent enough to hear the esoteric whispers between mountains We left our souls on the pavement And our essence on each other

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