insom-llama-nia - Hello Poetry

in a moment i’m a child my eyes heavy in the back seat a highway hymn and i’m nodding off the tires singing on asphalt the train rattling, perfectly distant i fall awake as the car bends through glass i meet the curb we last saw your bicycle i remember you ran away that night off something no one really said or really did but you decided that ghosts would be better at explaining pedaling faster— until launching forehead gashed, again no emergency visit this time in a reality made of rust and rubber, you lost grip a victim of your own imagination i know we moved years ago but i still come to the bend just to see the way they paved over the grass the wheels still turning in my manufactured memory your spirit rising, or smoking i feel you here, still and it hurts you don’t miss me and i keep saying you’ll come around but i forget that’s the kind of ending you only watch in movies and i forget what channel we were on before the power went out

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Nov 23, 2020

Nov 23, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC

explanations from ghost you, maybe

in a moment i’m a child my eyes heavy in the back seat a highway hymn and i’m nodding off the tires singing on asphalt the train rattling, perfectly distant i fall awake as the car bends through glass i meet the curb we last saw your bicycle i remember you ran away that night off something no one really said or really did but you decided that ghosts would be better at explaining pedaling faster— until launching forehead gashed, again no emergency visit this time in a reality made of rust and rubber, you lost grip a victim of your own imagination i know we moved years ago but i still come to the bend just to see the way they paved over the grass the wheels still turning in my manufactured memory your spirit rising, or smoking i feel you here, still and it hurts you don’t miss me and i keep saying you’ll come around but i forget that’s the kind of ending you only watch in movies and i forget what channel we were on before the power went out

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How can you run when you know? ⁃Neil Young America, Our words won’t shake the world enough to grow flowers out of gunpowder, or bright red, blood-curdling screams. But we can try These kids were 14 when they closed their eyes for the last time They were 14 when the stepped out their front doors for the last time, Their fresh eyes were swallowed out the back of their necks I look at them the way I look at a blank canvas Opportunity cascading like waterfalls I look at them as a museum that was waiting for art Waiting for love And America I am waiting for love I was 14 and I was stuck in my own head Trying to find something to belong to but searching in all the wrong places. I was 14 and I too thought more about ending my own life than I would like to admit I was 14 and I never watched the news because it never pertained to me You see, I was selfish for thinking the news never pertained to me I was selfish for staying so disengaged, desensitized America, my home, my nightmare Wake up Blame the video games, blame mental illness But America, look You’re killing your children Wake up, Because I am sick of praying I am so tired of feeling helpless Maybe there’s something we can do Let's make our voices heard Let's turn our lost blood to ink And scream to ******** artist himself, I’m sorry, Mr. President But, did you get more than you bargained for? We’ve been patient Mr. President And we’re ready for your response. Wake up, Mr. President How many lives must be lost? You’re a ******** artist, Mr. President, But you can’t worm your way out this time Don’t choke now Mr. President This problem is kinda huge. This country is a divided wrist, Mr. President And your stubborn orange skin makes it seem as if we’re going to lose.

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC

Florida: 17

How can you run when you know? ⁃Neil Young America, Our words won’t shake the world enough to grow flowers out of gunpowder, or bright red, blood-curdling screams. But we can try These kids were 14 when they closed their eyes for the last time They were 14 when the stepped out their front doors for the last time, Their fresh eyes were swallowed out the back of their necks I look at them the way I look at a blank canvas Opportunity cascading like waterfalls I look at them as a museum that was waiting for art Waiting for love And America I am waiting for love I was 14 and I was stuck in my own head Trying to find something to belong to but searching in all the wrong places. I was 14 and I too thought more about ending my own life than I would like to admit I was 14 and I never watched the news because it never pertained to me You see, I was selfish for thinking the news never pertained to me I was selfish for staying so disengaged, desensitized America, my home, my nightmare Wake up Blame the video games, blame mental illness But America, look You’re killing your children Wake up, Because I am sick of praying I am so tired of feeling helpless Maybe there’s something we can do Let's make our voices heard Let's turn our lost blood to ink And scream to ******** artist himself, I’m sorry, Mr. President But, did you get more than you bargained for? We’ve been patient Mr. President And we’re ready for your response. Wake up, Mr. President How many lives must be lost? You’re a ******** artist, Mr. President, But you can’t worm your way out this time Don’t choke now Mr. President This problem is kinda huge. This country is a divided wrist, Mr. President And your stubborn orange skin makes it seem as if we’re going to lose.

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select delete are you sure you want to erase this item? yes continue. select delete are you sure you want to erase the happy times? ... select delete oh, this one too? select delete all memories are you - yes yes i am sure

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Sep 2, 2017

Sep 2, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC

control alt delete

select delete are you sure you want to erase this item? yes continue. select delete are you sure you want to erase the happy times? ... select delete oh, this one too? select delete all memories are you - yes yes i am sure

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i have these ideas i can't seem to get across just bubbling and fizzing and making a mess my thoughts my head my notebook undressed never put me to bed don't tuck me in no kiss goodnight i write so many places i needed to go things i needed to buy things i reminded myself to remember but I forgot to remember them words two or three lines all meaning something but adding to nothing i can't finish anyth-

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC

i write so many unfinished poems

i have these ideas i can't seem to get across just bubbling and fizzing and making a mess my thoughts my head my notebook undressed never put me to bed don't tuck me in no kiss goodnight i write so many places i needed to go things i needed to buy things i reminded myself to remember but I forgot to remember them words two or three lines all meaning something but adding to nothing i can't finish anyth-

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when you have nothing to be sad about nothing to complain just the unexplained emptiness broken up sentences fogged head tight chest they took away my razors and now they watch me like a hawk instead tonight maybe i'll touch myself maybe ill pretend it's you a feeling worse then sliced skin the tinged sadness of faded scars wars ended on bad terms with no final conclusion just itchy wrists diving headfirst into grey submerged in a numbness finally a creeping smile across a blank face perhaps a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC

writers block writers block writers block

when you have nothing to be sad about nothing to complain just the unexplained emptiness broken up sentences fogged head tight chest they took away my razors and now they watch me like a hawk instead tonight maybe i'll touch myself maybe ill pretend it's you a feeling worse then sliced skin the tinged sadness of faded scars wars ended on bad terms with no final conclusion just itchy wrists diving headfirst into grey submerged in a numbness finally a creeping smile across a blank face perhaps a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply

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out of the blue i'll laugh to myself your words were untrue i put our our hearts on a shelf never drew a line between love and lust you took cupids arrow and stabbed hearts of trust i'll bleed out just to see your crooked smile just gotta pick up the phone and dial but the numbers were blurry i couldn't remember the sounds of the waves way back last september been trying to stop myself from feeling a contact high a midnight drive been trying to stop myself from feeling i'll see you soon

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC

a convenience

out of the blue i'll laugh to myself your words were untrue i put our our hearts on a shelf never drew a line between love and lust you took cupids arrow and stabbed hearts of trust i'll bleed out just to see your crooked smile just gotta pick up the phone and dial but the numbers were blurry i couldn't remember the sounds of the waves way back last september been trying to stop myself from feeling a contact high a midnight drive been trying to stop myself from feeling i'll see you soon

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even nights like this seem redundant sleep escapes and once again I find myself staring at my bedroom walls trying to grasp the beauty of anything my lips are numb against ice cold glass of something strong, yet tasteless tastes like memories, fading tastes like you but bittersweet I close my eyes I am walking on thin sheets of ice inching forward I hear your laugh echoing, slipping away, sliding under I sink....dark....cold...engulfing I cannot breathe I've learned to love a love of suffocating brown eyes pulled me far too deep I won't make it back up for air I learned to live a love where missing you is involuntary I now think to breathe but darling I have shaky hands you have eager eyes and darling the light begins to dim I was not ready for our demise I kept trying this love was dying darling you have eager eyes but they don't want me they want something else always wanting something else someone else someplace else not here darling were you ever here

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC

eager eyes

even nights like this seem redundant sleep escapes and once again I find myself staring at my bedroom walls trying to grasp the beauty of anything my lips are numb against ice cold glass of something strong, yet tasteless tastes like memories, fading tastes like you but bittersweet I close my eyes I am walking on thin sheets of ice inching forward I hear your laugh echoing, slipping away, sliding under I sink....dark....cold...engulfing I cannot breathe I've learned to love a love of suffocating brown eyes pulled me far too deep I won't make it back up for air I learned to live a love where missing you is involuntary I now think to breathe but darling I have shaky hands you have eager eyes and darling the light begins to dim I was not ready for our demise I kept trying this love was dying darling you have eager eyes but they don't want me they want something else always wanting something else someone else someplace else not here darling were you ever here

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Made love to the puddles Formed by imaginary friends Imaginary rain clouded minds Imaginary people Imaginary boundaries Keeping ones heart away Ripping Tearing Bursting at the seams Water pours into a glass A pessimistic stream Filled to the brim But claims a half empty life Uncovering skeletons Digging up a half buried knife A body a waterfall Pressurized, cascading A river of consciousness Floodgates, brainwaves High tide, kisses the shore Like clasping clammy hands Nervous souls Too afraid to try Too afraid to dive Not afraid to die

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC

about rain

Made love to the puddles Formed by imaginary friends Imaginary rain clouded minds Imaginary people Imaginary boundaries Keeping ones heart away Ripping Tearing Bursting at the seams Water pours into a glass A pessimistic stream Filled to the brim But claims a half empty life Uncovering skeletons Digging up a half buried knife A body a waterfall Pressurized, cascading A river of consciousness Floodgates, brainwaves High tide, kisses the shore Like clasping clammy hands Nervous souls Too afraid to try Too afraid to dive Not afraid to die

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Sipping something strong through commercialized styrofoam cups Tighten your jaw Steady your lips We're all parasites Attaching our hips Breathing in moonbeams collecting dust Wrapping our heads around Whirlwind Motion sickness

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Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC

Bababababbabullshit

Sipping something strong through commercialized styrofoam cups Tighten your jaw Steady your lips We're all parasites Attaching our hips Breathing in moonbeams collecting dust Wrapping our heads around Whirlwind Motion sickness

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we have yet to close the eyes of our youth we stick their hands into a boiling *** cover their ears from the slight moan of truth feeding sweet nothings till their teeth rot age seven yet petrified of existence bliss was tangible in glimpses of innocence

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC

startin' em young

we have yet to close the eyes of our youth we stick their hands into a boiling *** cover their ears from the slight moan of truth feeding sweet nothings till their teeth rot age seven yet petrified of existence bliss was tangible in glimpses of innocence

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