heleli - Hello Poetry

cut it out like mold the rot, the stone burning a hole the blackened roots in growing hiss the lake of tar its shiny twist cut it out whole the flaming coal make the new fire sweet

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Jan 15, 2023

Jan 15, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC

heleli

mold

cut it out like mold the rot, the stone burning a hole the blackened roots in growing hiss the lake of tar its shiny twist cut it out whole the flaming coal make the new fire sweet

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Flesh to fire is how we start and half of me dancing punching rythm on your bruising chest I want nothing left but the motion in the core of the sun a scar over your heart and limb to limb is how we part

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Jan 15, 2023

Jan 15, 2023 at 7:06 PM UTC

heleli

Flesh to Fire

Flesh to fire is how we start and half of me dancing punching rythm on your bruising chest I want nothing left but the motion in the core of the sun a scar over your heart and limb to limb is how we part

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After the collapse I could have a house I'd build it with my hands from what pours out of them and whatever I could find Shape the wood with my bare brain Everything there made and loved and the knot unmade

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Jan 15, 2023

Jan 15, 2023 at 7:03 PM UTC

heleli

The knot unmade

After the collapse I could have a house I'd build it with my hands from what pours out of them and whatever I could find Shape the wood with my bare brain Everything there made and loved and the knot unmade

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My arrows reach almost so high where my mind lives and fall back down bearing smithereens My tiny sirens heaven-haunted

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC

heleli

Bright haven

My arrows reach almost so high where my mind lives and fall back down bearing smithereens My tiny sirens heaven-haunted

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As she was young and carefree at the dawn of men The lace that draped her body both godly and profane For hands to grip, for hand to rip, someday for his to mend As he was young and sickened at the dawn of life He promised, warm and shaken, sitting by her side To stay if she would have him To touch her if she liked Under shadows of many kinds the lonely lovers lay On grasses green, on asphalt overgrown with weeds a thin layer of sand The distant planets in his mind all gather for the dawn of time The galaxies in waiting and their mysterious design As they were young and ready for the rumble of the land Her skin remembered nothing but the kindness of his hands

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC

heleli

The rumble of the land

As she was young and carefree at the dawn of men The lace that draped her body both godly and profane For hands to grip, for hand to rip, someday for his to mend As he was young and sickened at the dawn of life He promised, warm and shaken, sitting by her side To stay if she would have him To touch her if she liked Under shadows of many kinds the lonely lovers lay On grasses green, on asphalt overgrown with weeds a thin layer of sand The distant planets in his mind all gather for the dawn of time The galaxies in waiting and their mysterious design As they were young and ready for the rumble of the land Her skin remembered nothing but the kindness of his hands

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Bonnie before Clyde, Clyde on his own Twist and turn and racked with bugs Fighting sleep and giving up The constant strain of the unknown Losing focus on simple things Notice the stillness in the frenzy Life in such a small place is a matter of scale

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC

heleli

Bonnie before Clyde

Bonnie before Clyde, Clyde on his own Twist and turn and racked with bugs Fighting sleep and giving up The constant strain of the unknown Losing focus on simple things Notice the stillness in the frenzy Life in such a small place is a matter of scale

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Song for third class and empty rows Song for you missing from me Song for night time in a capsule For departures and arrivals For love promised and never found For corridors I roamed around For killing time in the meantine Before you come around Song for you at my station Song for glances stolen slow For narrow doors and swaying motions Song for sleepers in a row Song for days in slow motion Song for home after the trains For the bug and the visions The promise of speed again

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC

heleli

Song for trains

Song for third class and empty rows Song for you missing from me Song for night time in a capsule For departures and arrivals For love promised and never found For corridors I roamed around For killing time in the meantine Before you come around Song for you at my station Song for glances stolen slow For narrow doors and swaying motions Song for sleepers in a row Song for days in slow motion Song for home after the trains For the bug and the visions The promise of speed again

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At home he finds himself thinking I wanna go home I've just realized I'm too tired to be awake But still I go on It's way too easy He's right, now he tries and succeeds It was easy, I won't do it again It's too clean, it's way too sane He's gaining ground then lying down This is my thrill Taking turns and leaving places I live off the motionwave The rush and the comedown I get it I get the stillness, the strain and the sickness I say give in I gave in to myself And now I'm fine Now I'm beyond life I have stopped waiting for love So it can sneak up on me And I'll die of fright As it should be

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC

heleli

I wanna go home

At home he finds himself thinking I wanna go home I've just realized I'm too tired to be awake But still I go on It's way too easy He's right, now he tries and succeeds It was easy, I won't do it again It's too clean, it's way too sane He's gaining ground then lying down This is my thrill Taking turns and leaving places I live off the motionwave The rush and the comedown I get it I get the stillness, the strain and the sickness I say give in I gave in to myself And now I'm fine Now I'm beyond life I have stopped waiting for love So it can sneak up on me And I'll die of fright As it should be

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Captain we have found a staircase A spiral deep and sound I was lying on the ground Woke from a dreamphase We have found a staircase There is mud in my stomach And on my clothes And I haven't spoken since the crows Left a scar on my back Captain we will not be back home No harm, no harm upon us I have come to trust the entrails of the earth Discovery kills but not fast enough Tell them we have drowned in the melting snow Tell them we are frozen in the sea Say God was there in person

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC

heleli

Captain we have found a staircase

Captain we have found a staircase A spiral deep and sound I was lying on the ground Woke from a dreamphase We have found a staircase There is mud in my stomach And on my clothes And I haven't spoken since the crows Left a scar on my back Captain we will not be back home No harm, no harm upon us I have come to trust the entrails of the earth Discovery kills but not fast enough Tell them we have drowned in the melting snow Tell them we are frozen in the sea Say God was there in person

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Gloria for glory The age at which she told her story Flushed with pride and insolence Standing on the balcony but looking in A child with no resistance No ache to share Her captain, her agony, had left her planting roses behind the farmhouse So there she stayed in half-shadow, but sun-graced and standing among the branches low with spring, now high and bare, still standing in the meadow If she wakes she can walk unseen and see everything foreign in the darkness, and he will not be there because this is the hidden world. Glory arrives unexpected They know how her head spun when at the harbour the ship sailed and the men smiled, how shine is not lives away but now and for the taking Know a heart can turn blue but insane blue is the colour of the sky.

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC

heleli

Gloria for glory

Gloria for glory The age at which she told her story Flushed with pride and insolence Standing on the balcony but looking in A child with no resistance No ache to share Her captain, her agony, had left her planting roses behind the farmhouse So there she stayed in half-shadow, but sun-graced and standing among the branches low with spring, now high and bare, still standing in the meadow If she wakes she can walk unseen and see everything foreign in the darkness, and he will not be there because this is the hidden world. Glory arrives unexpected They know how her head spun when at the harbour the ship sailed and the men smiled, how shine is not lives away but now and for the taking Know a heart can turn blue but insane blue is the colour of the sky.

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