greenmintleaves - Hello Poetry

sunday on a saturday afternoon fills my lungs with soda taste longing flinging through words never said to spit out of my head here i lie on the bedding sunday comes around to feed me to the ground silence waits til i turn to say ‘i found you’ saturday sun on a sweet afternoon week full, ate up my work til i threw up on you what was that last thing we spoke about? like, just wait til it ends just wait til it ends sun sat day to wait til it ends and then you know like it starts on a friday night we’ll tie our hands together over our new tv we’ll watch the stories as they play of a life worth living past sunday life worth living past sunday

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Feb 28, 2025

Feb 28, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC

while waiting to move in with you

sunday on a saturday afternoon fills my lungs with soda taste longing flinging through words never said to spit out of my head here i lie on the bedding sunday comes around to feed me to the ground silence waits til i turn to say ‘i found you’ saturday sun on a sweet afternoon week full, ate up my work til i threw up on you what was that last thing we spoke about? like, just wait til it ends just wait til it ends sun sat day to wait til it ends and then you know like it starts on a friday night we’ll tie our hands together over our new tv we’ll watch the stories as they play of a life worth living past sunday life worth living past sunday

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in dishes made for food in cups made to drink ***** hands will hold them up to block the sun like people forced to work to soften clanks against their plate a stair rail forced to break sits kindly beside it’s well exactly almost where it’s meant to be like mom starts her shift beneath her wheels will turn and turn and turn a worn down walking cane pushed through door handles assigned to keep it shut against the wind a woman limps across with all her weight she leans between the handles, against the creaking crane exactly almost where it’s meant to be like when i go to work the pull of chatting with a friend you feel the forming group exactly almost where i’m meant to be exactly almost exactly almost where I’m meant to be

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC

you have to work for somebody

in dishes made for food in cups made to drink ***** hands will hold them up to block the sun like people forced to work to soften clanks against their plate a stair rail forced to break sits kindly beside it’s well exactly almost where it’s meant to be like mom starts her shift beneath her wheels will turn and turn and turn a worn down walking cane pushed through door handles assigned to keep it shut against the wind a woman limps across with all her weight she leans between the handles, against the creaking crane exactly almost where it’s meant to be like when i go to work the pull of chatting with a friend you feel the forming group exactly almost where i’m meant to be exactly almost exactly almost where I’m meant to be

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dialed a number pulled from my chest your voice made a sound i already learned i lie on my bed like a tree in the woods leaning and reaching to cross branches with you notification sound like a bird safe in it’s house my eyes only look up by your side i love u

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC

valentines day for A.C.

dialed a number pulled from my chest your voice made a sound i already learned i lie on my bed like a tree in the woods leaning and reaching to cross branches with you notification sound like a bird safe in it’s house my eyes only look up by your side i love u

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my arms are static my legs are rocky air my torso dips into the skyward of mattress I brought yesterday in my hands to set out in the sun it didn’t take long to burn right up my eyes trail the flecking ash in the air there’s nothing i wish to hide yet i sit like one car parking lot tar matches the sky at 3 am is the static channel on the tv still there when you turn off the screen i think i see it when i close my eyes

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Feb 14, 2025

Feb 14, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC

Memory bed

my arms are static my legs are rocky air my torso dips into the skyward of mattress I brought yesterday in my hands to set out in the sun it didn’t take long to burn right up my eyes trail the flecking ash in the air there’s nothing i wish to hide yet i sit like one car parking lot tar matches the sky at 3 am is the static channel on the tv still there when you turn off the screen i think i see it when i close my eyes

14

the office sits still the tremble of it's hands the glitch of days within i walk down some hall and a man passes me by with a mop and bucket i feel the water lick my leg, i feel the grip of hands on it's handle though it stays where it is someone drills an unreadable sign to the wall and i feel the screws dig to my bones though they stay where they are placed i walk through my office door they're dismantling my computer a piece within it cracks and i fall to the floor a tool

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Feb 12, 2025

Feb 12, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC

the tool

the office sits still the tremble of it's hands the glitch of days within i walk down some hall and a man passes me by with a mop and bucket i feel the water lick my leg, i feel the grip of hands on it's handle though it stays where it is someone drills an unreadable sign to the wall and i feel the screws dig to my bones though they stay where they are placed i walk through my office door they're dismantling my computer a piece within it cracks and i fall to the floor a tool

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the pink clouds move slow slow like i was tricked by the years gleaming over grass i walked by feet small in saturday's shoes sharp patch grass and dirt that stuck to my back replaced by the warmth of wood chips familial love reflects off the set up sign swaying on the lawn i feel its burn in my eyes the ice cream man drives by i guess the best flavor isn't in stock anymore the sun keeps setting on my dreams to escape i already woke up from it all

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Feb 12, 2025

Feb 12, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC

drive past childhood home

the pink clouds move slow slow like i was tricked by the years gleaming over grass i walked by feet small in saturday's shoes sharp patch grass and dirt that stuck to my back replaced by the warmth of wood chips familial love reflects off the set up sign swaying on the lawn i feel its burn in my eyes the ice cream man drives by i guess the best flavor isn't in stock anymore the sun keeps setting on my dreams to escape i already woke up from it all

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if i lie in bed at night with the phone flashlight on so i can see the careful night staring back at me will i remember the taste of summer though late winter stings like california will i watch a squinting sun look at me like a black hole though the night stays calm beside me to find something to know it if i lie in bed the dotting black of my room is the universe the flashlight is on and i am the sun

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Feb 11, 2025

Feb 11, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC

called off sick

if i lie in bed at night with the phone flashlight on so i can see the careful night staring back at me will i remember the taste of summer though late winter stings like california will i watch a squinting sun look at me like a black hole though the night stays calm beside me to find something to know it if i lie in bed the dotting black of my room is the universe the flashlight is on and i am the sun

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i think i figured out while i'm alive i'll bleed out on the floor and most everyone will go around me and silent sound will sit beside me so i feel the burn on my skin but the tremble of my body will harmonize with yours and the blood we lie in will taste like glitter when i kiss you and the sound will sit in another room while we fall asleep just for the night just for the night silence was the sound of us breathing in just for the night

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Feb 11, 2025

Feb 11, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC

love

i think i figured out while i'm alive i'll bleed out on the floor and most everyone will go around me and silent sound will sit beside me so i feel the burn on my skin but the tremble of my body will harmonize with yours and the blood we lie in will taste like glitter when i kiss you and the sound will sit in another room while we fall asleep just for the night just for the night silence was the sound of us breathing in just for the night

13

is it bad i wish you suffering because it means you're alive we promised moonlight we promised beach but i float down the shore alone my feet yet to touch ocean floor as your dust settles back into the stars the tide keeps pulling away i see the rippled glass of the sand a face shaped wildly by the sunlight you never got to see a distorted image of me i imagine you lived a hundred thousand years just to believe the line wasn't cut short i imagine you lived a hundred thousand years just to believe the line wasn't cut short in the shells i pick up, are lies and i fill my mouth with all these little shells you lived a hundred thousand years you lived enough to see you know me, even now and your dust wont settle in the stars it'll form in a ghost in my backyard

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Feb 11, 2025

Feb 11, 2025 at 7:00 AM UTC

a ghost in my backyard

is it bad i wish you suffering because it means you're alive we promised moonlight we promised beach but i float down the shore alone my feet yet to touch ocean floor as your dust settles back into the stars the tide keeps pulling away i see the rippled glass of the sand a face shaped wildly by the sunlight you never got to see a distorted image of me i imagine you lived a hundred thousand years just to believe the line wasn't cut short i imagine you lived a hundred thousand years just to believe the line wasn't cut short in the shells i pick up, are lies and i fill my mouth with all these little shells you lived a hundred thousand years you lived enough to see you know me, even now and your dust wont settle in the stars it'll form in a ghost in my backyard

20

Floating forward on empty feet Music clinging to every second that passes my ears Im overwhelmed by the quiet vastness the world has become Green spilling over pale balconies Flowers take their place without remorse Sturdy white buildings with their usual red caps filled to the brim with life They feign stillness secretly teeming with love, with hate, with anger, enjoyment of life, with overwhelming loneliness, with boisterous laughter, with shared meals and smiles and tears It’s alive, every person a vein, i can feel these buildings breathe as i walk by, feel it’s pulse, every beat resounding deep in my skull An irrefutable reminder as my skin crawls from solitude, we are alive, we are alive

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Apr 19, 2020

Apr 19, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC

solitude

Floating forward on empty feet Music clinging to every second that passes my ears Im overwhelmed by the quiet vastness the world has become Green spilling over pale balconies Flowers take their place without remorse Sturdy white buildings with their usual red caps filled to the brim with life They feign stillness secretly teeming with love, with hate, with anger, enjoyment of life, with overwhelming loneliness, with boisterous laughter, with shared meals and smiles and tears It’s alive, every person a vein, i can feel these buildings breathe as i walk by, feel it’s pulse, every beat resounding deep in my skull An irrefutable reminder as my skin crawls from solitude, we are alive, we are alive

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