irenepoole - Hello Poetry

I think I’m angry With you The double dichotomy of words Both with and at All encompassing the ever growing redundancies of phrase upon fragile phrase Hand upon hand Your hand a sliver in my heart It beats Beats like a funeral drum as the fires and pyres are lit Beats like fists on chests A piercing war cry “Cry for help, No one will hear you” stuck in the quicksand :a fly in honey: “Oh honey what have you done?” I think I’m angry With you But I’m angrier without you

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Sep 19, 2018

Sep 19, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC

Angry

I think I’m angry With you The double dichotomy of words Both with and at All encompassing the ever growing redundancies of phrase upon fragile phrase Hand upon hand Your hand a sliver in my heart It beats Beats like a funeral drum as the fires and pyres are lit Beats like fists on chests A piercing war cry “Cry for help, No one will hear you” stuck in the quicksand :a fly in honey: “Oh honey what have you done?” I think I’m angry With you But I’m angrier without you

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Passing headlights paint- ing highways down shuttle aisles, Whitney wants to dance.

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC

Spontaneous Haiku

Passing headlights paint- ing highways down shuttle aisles, Whitney wants to dance.

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I was trying to start a conversation, an education: a way to reach the dark-hearted ignorance and nurse it back to health in knowledge but my consequential words slammed against your brick-walled brain the china shop to your bull- ****

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC

Argument

I was trying to start a conversation, an education: a way to reach the dark-hearted ignorance and nurse it back to health in knowledge but my consequential words slammed against your brick-walled brain the china shop to your bull- ****

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Do you ever feel like you're in a fantasy land? Like the sky is just a bit too blue The grass is too green The clouds are too perfect And the shadow of that lamp-post Falls at the exact angle so that Everything seems painted on, if only for a second? Then you look around See little imperfections upon the passersby a wrinkle a cough a lop-sided grin These little flaws make us real Make us human. And so the fantasy land flickers and fades bringing you back to the beautiful reality. You are here.

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Oct 7, 2017

Oct 7, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC

You Are Here

Do you ever feel like you're in a fantasy land? Like the sky is just a bit too blue The grass is too green The clouds are too perfect And the shadow of that lamp-post Falls at the exact angle so that Everything seems painted on, if only for a second? Then you look around See little imperfections upon the passersby a wrinkle a cough a lop-sided grin These little flaws make us real Make us human. And so the fantasy land flickers and fades bringing you back to the beautiful reality. You are here.

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We dance to music only you can hear under the pinprick sky The air crisp and cool the beginning of a season prompting our closeness to embrace away the cold You twirl me around through the garden bringing me away and towards in serpentine motion I almost trip but your arms are there to catch me I stop looking at my feet and gaze up to the night see the half-moon shining High just like you We start humming a jazz standard Sinatra You know more of the words than I do "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars..." We hold hands your cold fingertips past your cutoff glove warming in mine walking in time to the song so involved in the melody that the lyrics keep on flowing and I know it's only a song and you were ****** and I was sleepy but still you said (sung) it "In other words: I love you."

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC

In Other Words

We dance to music only you can hear under the pinprick sky The air crisp and cool the beginning of a season prompting our closeness to embrace away the cold You twirl me around through the garden bringing me away and towards in serpentine motion I almost trip but your arms are there to catch me I stop looking at my feet and gaze up to the night see the half-moon shining High just like you We start humming a jazz standard Sinatra You know more of the words than I do "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars..." We hold hands your cold fingertips past your cutoff glove warming in mine walking in time to the song so involved in the melody that the lyrics keep on flowing and I know it's only a song and you were ****** and I was sleepy but still you said (sung) it "In other words: I love you."

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Playing the waiting game Each one dancing around the other Uncertainty building like a storm cloud with each passing Second Minute Moment Is this real? Was this whole thing a child's game Cat and mouse? Crickets sing their song to the moon Cars pass The empty parking lot bathes in street lamp glow What happens now?

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC

Waiting Game

Playing the waiting game Each one dancing around the other Uncertainty building like a storm cloud with each passing Second Minute Moment Is this real? Was this whole thing a child's game Cat and mouse? Crickets sing their song to the moon Cars pass The empty parking lot bathes in street lamp glow What happens now?

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you ask me Do I Feel Different Today? today, day of days when the child outside becomes the child within when those seven billion billion billion atoms have more or less successfully completed nearly seventeen million kilometres of earth spinning in space around a ball of blazing plasma and all I want is a break from it all for just one second breathe in one two three make a wish blow out the candles see each little light blink into oblivion until the only one left is the sun and Do I Feel Different? I am still spinning.

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC

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you ask me Do I Feel Different Today? today, day of days when the child outside becomes the child within when those seven billion billion billion atoms have more or less successfully completed nearly seventeen million kilometres of earth spinning in space around a ball of blazing plasma and all I want is a break from it all for just one second breathe in one two three make a wish blow out the candles see each little light blink into oblivion until the only one left is the sun and Do I Feel Different? I am still spinning.

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have you ever cried upside down? felt the tears stream up your face down with gravity and into all the wrong places? felt the droplets, cooling as they race away from their mirrored origin, slide over furrowed brow across forehead and temple to dampen the sliver-thin hairs— the ones that glow when lit from behind —and rest where skin meets strand? no you have not felt these things how could you have? your world is always right side up.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC

crying upside down

have you ever cried upside down? felt the tears stream up your face down with gravity and into all the wrong places? felt the droplets, cooling as they race away from their mirrored origin, slide over furrowed brow across forehead and temple to dampen the sliver-thin hairs— the ones that glow when lit from behind —and rest where skin meets strand? no you have not felt these things how could you have? your world is always right side up.

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You only seem to care when you're drunk or otherwise impaired but maybe you're just scared of commitment. These promises you make when we're barely awake always seem to fade by daybreak and I can't take this anymore. If you play with my emotions always bringing me up and then down and I never know if you'll be found with some other girl, then maybe I'm not the one you should run to when you want to have some fun at a party. I am enough for you and if you can't understand then maybe you don't deserve to hold my hand and tell me that I'm beautiful. These words I say to make you pay are not enough because words need actions but you never act instead you live your life of lies never caring who you disguise yourself as or who you make cry. You only seem to care when you're drunk or otherwise impaired but maybe you're just scared of commitment.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC

Commitment

You only seem to care when you're drunk or otherwise impaired but maybe you're just scared of commitment. These promises you make when we're barely awake always seem to fade by daybreak and I can't take this anymore. If you play with my emotions always bringing me up and then down and I never know if you'll be found with some other girl, then maybe I'm not the one you should run to when you want to have some fun at a party. I am enough for you and if you can't understand then maybe you don't deserve to hold my hand and tell me that I'm beautiful. These words I say to make you pay are not enough because words need actions but you never act instead you live your life of lies never caring who you disguise yourself as or who you make cry. You only seem to care when you're drunk or otherwise impaired but maybe you're just scared of commitment.

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