gleck - Hello Poetry

"This is who you are" I say, tugging and scratching at the image in the mirror I don't feel contempt. Dry and patchy skin. A flesh palace. For water, blood and whatnot Can put holes in it. Decorative. Or deadly. Wouldn't fix the toothy grin though. Even a sneer wouldn't. My cheek is sore, so I stop pinching. My problem. Is the soul behind it. The ****** past the eye. Ripping anything out wouldn't help. He leers at me when I look. And he answers in my voice. "You got nothing else. "

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC

reflect

"This is who you are" I say, tugging and scratching at the image in the mirror I don't feel contempt. Dry and patchy skin. A flesh palace. For water, blood and whatnot Can put holes in it. Decorative. Or deadly. Wouldn't fix the toothy grin though. Even a sneer wouldn't. My cheek is sore, so I stop pinching. My problem. Is the soul behind it. The ****** past the eye. Ripping anything out wouldn't help. He leers at me when I look. And he answers in my voice. "You got nothing else. "

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a change is sometimes reason enough

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC

these days

a change is sometimes reason enough

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If I could breathe freely I would, but there are these certain factors that make it hard to enjoy the fresh night air. There's the smoke, the pollution, the dampness after the rain - and you. I have no interest in company, occupied by my own thoughts as I enjoy the beautiful view of today's sunset. Yet here you are, hard to ignore, despite being silent besides me. And looking at you only makes me think more, call you beautiful in my mind and light up another cigarette.

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC

nights like these

If I could breathe freely I would, but there are these certain factors that make it hard to enjoy the fresh night air. There's the smoke, the pollution, the dampness after the rain - and you. I have no interest in company, occupied by my own thoughts as I enjoy the beautiful view of today's sunset. Yet here you are, hard to ignore, despite being silent besides me. And looking at you only makes me think more, call you beautiful in my mind and light up another cigarette.

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oh, how much I feel normally the emotions spew out of me uncontrollably then again, there is the silence a silence that makes me harsh where you once knew me as loving my head always spirals until I run out of thoughts my heart always hungers until I swallow my fervour all followed by this numbness you might ask me if I want you to be mine and if I was honest - I could tell you the first metallic sip of a beer brings me much more feeling than your lips on mine. oh, how little I feel

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Mar 15, 2020

Mar 15, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC

dissonance

oh, how much I feel normally the emotions spew out of me uncontrollably then again, there is the silence a silence that makes me harsh where you once knew me as loving my head always spirals until I run out of thoughts my heart always hungers until I swallow my fervour all followed by this numbness you might ask me if I want you to be mine and if I was honest - I could tell you the first metallic sip of a beer brings me much more feeling than your lips on mine. oh, how little I feel

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What makes a name "beautiful"? Is it the letters? The origin? The lenght? Is it the sounds? Personally, I don't find name's "beautiful"; lest there be no meaning to the people they belong to.

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Oct 21, 2019

Oct 21, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC

Namesake

What makes a name "beautiful"? Is it the letters? The origin? The lenght? Is it the sounds? Personally, I don't find name's "beautiful"; lest there be no meaning to the people they belong to.

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you **** into my heart just that makes it hard to breathe sometimes under your dead-weight maybe I should move but you settle into my limbs that cling tight around you I suffocate myself to inhale your heavy I like this pressure on me Fingers find the pressure points on you I keep you so close and maybe you feel smothered a goner or a lover - whatever; pick you poison.

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Oct 6, 2019

Oct 6, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC

obsess

you **** into my heart just that makes it hard to breathe sometimes under your dead-weight maybe I should move but you settle into my limbs that cling tight around you I suffocate myself to inhale your heavy I like this pressure on me Fingers find the pressure points on you I keep you so close and maybe you feel smothered a goner or a lover - whatever; pick you poison.

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If you need to, Then you can break me too. I got lots to share, And you have a greedy mouth. Filthy, those private filthy whispers, My name sounds better when it's said by you. - Paint, how this craving paints us, The type of colour you can never quite wash off. I don’t scrub, And you smile at the new stains. If you want to, Then you can love me too. Together we’ll once again scrape the remains of us off the floor Mold them into fine art People might say it’s messy But I know how beautiful we are After all, I got an eye for beauty I have an eye for you.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC

my favourite cup shattered

If you need to, Then you can break me too. I got lots to share, And you have a greedy mouth. Filthy, those private filthy whispers, My name sounds better when it's said by you. - Paint, how this craving paints us, The type of colour you can never quite wash off. I don’t scrub, And you smile at the new stains. If you want to, Then you can love me too. Together we’ll once again scrape the remains of us off the floor Mold them into fine art People might say it’s messy But I know how beautiful we are After all, I got an eye for beauty I have an eye for you.

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If we could learn to be patient with ourselves, then maybe the world would do the same.

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC

a passing thought

If we could learn to be patient with ourselves, then maybe the world would do the same.

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your hubris, your naked, your touch how wonderful that I get to see you like this behind my eyelids anywhere we go those nights where your nails dig into my neck how wonderful that I get to feel you like this without anyone really needing to know those days where I count your every freckle how wonderful that I get to keep you like this secure that every time this isn’t all for show your sweet, your delicate, your kiss how wonderful that I get to adore you like this always devoted to you, my permanent bedfellow.

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC

nasty thoughts as sweet lullabies

your hubris, your naked, your touch how wonderful that I get to see you like this behind my eyelids anywhere we go those nights where your nails dig into my neck how wonderful that I get to feel you like this without anyone really needing to know those days where I count your every freckle how wonderful that I get to keep you like this secure that every time this isn’t all for show your sweet, your delicate, your kiss how wonderful that I get to adore you like this always devoted to you, my permanent bedfellow.

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surrounded by brick by brick those that form these walls alone with dull pain in my wrist or hip now my eyes unwillingly half-closed taking in the light of the screen ignoring the sun creeping up in the window in front of me holding my breath again and again unbeknownst to me why but I only remember to exhale or inhale when my body asks for it and it's so serene that I don’t want to break the silence so I mumble low that this is the place for me getting so comfortable bit by bit to belong must be this learning not to hate yourself or habit after my imagination sprints away not wondering what might have been acknowledging the memories that keep me awake are precious to me I'm not tired of this.

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC

I'm not tired of this

surrounded by brick by brick those that form these walls alone with dull pain in my wrist or hip now my eyes unwillingly half-closed taking in the light of the screen ignoring the sun creeping up in the window in front of me holding my breath again and again unbeknownst to me why but I only remember to exhale or inhale when my body asks for it and it's so serene that I don’t want to break the silence so I mumble low that this is the place for me getting so comfortable bit by bit to belong must be this learning not to hate yourself or habit after my imagination sprints away not wondering what might have been acknowledging the memories that keep me awake are precious to me I'm not tired of this.

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