halfcreme - Hello Poetry

You are the drunk father at a ballet recital, Who falls off the stage after shaking everyone's hands. You are the body that brightens my life.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC

Lemons

You are the drunk father at a ballet recital, Who falls off the stage after shaking everyone's hands. You are the body that brightens my life.

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Off-brand chips and bean soup, again Someone told me the skies here are blue Today my tea is grey. The commute Roars quiet, like an ostrich Like a gas top and saucepan. I taste red beans on my tongue That I brought from my mother's house Back home I have a chicken. My wife My three daughters, my son The train is red, red and white I will call them again, tonight. My knuckles are dry. My shoes are clean Lint-rolled suit, crisp tie Sharp and clean and white shirt White and my red, red beans.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

Red Beans (a story about immigration)

Off-brand chips and bean soup, again Someone told me the skies here are blue Today my tea is grey. The commute Roars quiet, like an ostrich Like a gas top and saucepan. I taste red beans on my tongue That I brought from my mother's house Back home I have a chicken. My wife My three daughters, my son The train is red, red and white I will call them again, tonight. My knuckles are dry. My shoes are clean Lint-rolled suit, crisp tie Sharp and clean and white shirt White and my red, red beans.

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Never did I know the star explorer was inside my heart. I could feel it writhing. It beat. beat beat. beat beat. beat and that was when I knew it had reached you.

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC

Star Explorer

Never did I know the star explorer was inside my heart. I could feel it writhing. It beat. beat beat. beat beat. beat and that was when I knew it had reached you.

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You’ve got your disks ready, your tracks loaded Your club full, your drugs in Laptop in front of your fingers Fiddle with the house rig, call the sound guy back One more time Check the setup, recheck the setup, Check your charge Battle record on deck, you’re set How’s your cues? Run through the tracks and the channels You’re sprinting It’s all set, all set, all set, all set, all set Drink your water, throw it back Thumbs up the light guy Toss the bottle under Your gear under your fingers, worn And won Breathe. For a second. Perfect. Feel the crowd quiver, feel the house shiver There’s magic in the air. black. (beat.) (beat.) (beat.) LET THE BASS DROP

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC

The DJ

You’ve got your disks ready, your tracks loaded Your club full, your drugs in Laptop in front of your fingers Fiddle with the house rig, call the sound guy back One more time Check the setup, recheck the setup, Check your charge Battle record on deck, you’re set How’s your cues? Run through the tracks and the channels You’re sprinting It’s all set, all set, all set, all set, all set Drink your water, throw it back Thumbs up the light guy Toss the bottle under Your gear under your fingers, worn And won Breathe. For a second. Perfect. Feel the crowd quiver, feel the house shiver There’s magic in the air. black. (beat.) (beat.) (beat.) LET THE BASS DROP

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Am I adorable? Am I beautiful? Am I pretty? Am I lovable? Am I kissable? Am I doable? Aw shucks, thanks for saying so.

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Mar 9, 2017

Mar 9, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC

Am I adorable?

Am I adorable? Am I beautiful? Am I pretty? Am I lovable? Am I kissable? Am I doable? Aw shucks, thanks for saying so.

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Perhaps my hands didn't ever know where My body ended and your fingertips began But your secrets, I know their boundaries well And mine - well, they were never mine to tell.

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Mar 4, 2017

Mar 4, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC

Secrets

Perhaps my hands didn't ever know where My body ended and your fingertips began But your secrets, I know their boundaries well And mine - well, they were never mine to tell.

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"Love me," she said and I said "No."

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Mar 4, 2017

Mar 4, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC

Untitled

"Love me," she said and I said "No."

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If I was meant to kiss your Lips are sealed on our transgressions of the Night, sacred sidewalk, we stroll down the road in the Twilight's half light ushers in snowlight In winter, your hand is mine. In spring, the snow is melting Slowly I want to feel the years melt by with You are exquisite, my dear, my Mango paradise and lazy hot summer Sunshine brushes your hair with gold Foil my character flaws, and I hope I make you Happy and content only that I am madly in love with you. Take a step back: imagine if we had never Met some guy yesterday who told me our love is Beautiful are the leaves that burn in the Fall deeper into the spiral that is your Light packing is all I need to fly to you. The little things matter; like when your Laugh because we have today and smile because I have claimed your Hand it to you, you know how to make me feel like you Love me, as magpies do, iridescent and for Life is brighter when you're Here. My words to you are broken sometimes but you make me whole.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC

End of my beginning

If I was meant to kiss your Lips are sealed on our transgressions of the Night, sacred sidewalk, we stroll down the road in the Twilight's half light ushers in snowlight In winter, your hand is mine. In spring, the snow is melting Slowly I want to feel the years melt by with You are exquisite, my dear, my Mango paradise and lazy hot summer Sunshine brushes your hair with gold Foil my character flaws, and I hope I make you Happy and content only that I am madly in love with you. Take a step back: imagine if we had never Met some guy yesterday who told me our love is Beautiful are the leaves that burn in the Fall deeper into the spiral that is your Light packing is all I need to fly to you. The little things matter; like when your Laugh because we have today and smile because I have claimed your Hand it to you, you know how to make me feel like you Love me, as magpies do, iridescent and for Life is brighter when you're Here. My words to you are broken sometimes but you make me whole.

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Snow, like silent guardians hundreds of thousands of them Fall on my shoulders, my backpack the trees, the houses, bus benches. Cold, a whispering cat's tail shivering past your hand Snap branches and blanket dead engines. Frost blossoms in bedrooms Bite fingers and rib cages. Winter is lonely, without you.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC

Winter Wonderland

Snow, like silent guardians hundreds of thousands of them Fall on my shoulders, my backpack the trees, the houses, bus benches. Cold, a whispering cat's tail shivering past your hand Snap branches and blanket dead engines. Frost blossoms in bedrooms Bite fingers and rib cages. Winter is lonely, without you.

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My first art teacher was my best friend. She taught me the colours of her eyes, the line of her smile, and in every movement grace. My first writing teacher was a classmate. On the bus, we twined together words with our bodies, and spilt poetry from her ink-stained hands. My first music teacher was an acquaintance. One word turned to a melody and the melody a concert, and my notes became the birds that she loved... My teachers, not many, not little, but giants My teachers are shoulders to stand on and grow. My years are still few, there's still teachers to learn from But is it so wrong to want a teacher to teach me the road?

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC

My teachers

My first art teacher was my best friend. She taught me the colours of her eyes, the line of her smile, and in every movement grace. My first writing teacher was a classmate. On the bus, we twined together words with our bodies, and spilt poetry from her ink-stained hands. My first music teacher was an acquaintance. One word turned to a melody and the melody a concert, and my notes became the birds that she loved... My teachers, not many, not little, but giants My teachers are shoulders to stand on and grow. My years are still few, there's still teachers to learn from But is it so wrong to want a teacher to teach me the road?

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