j-allen-bertsch - Hello Poetry

Even in the dark clings meaning “It’s all futile,” is all she’ll tell me But she’s still floundering Along this midnight coastline What we perceive is so unreal Fragmented realities We fill the blanks, all unknowing That we create our own cells I wish she heard me the way I imagine myself heard This is all but impossible Blessings fall from unknown lands She tore down these stubborn walls To wake me from depthless dream I breathe deeply of her scent And so bittersweet savor this Breath of sea mist and beggar’s grave She speaks novels with silken touch The danger lies in returning back Staying thoughts of easy death The temptation seems so clear She resists and trudges on I let her once again flee Thinking it a diversion But never from my window Shall I see the shore again She visits still, sporadically I recount my doubtful suffering She nods as if she understands But they took her tongue and hands The grief in me comes naturally As I begin to weave a tale To feed the future my lies

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Sep 15, 2011

Sep 15, 2011 at 3:59 PM UTC

What Humanity Boils Down To

Even in the dark clings meaning “It’s all futile,” is all she’ll tell me But she’s still floundering Along this midnight coastline What we perceive is so unreal Fragmented realities We fill the blanks, all unknowing That we create our own cells I wish she heard me the way I imagine myself heard This is all but impossible Blessings fall from unknown lands She tore down these stubborn walls To wake me from depthless dream I breathe deeply of her scent And so bittersweet savor this Breath of sea mist and beggar’s grave She speaks novels with silken touch The danger lies in returning back Staying thoughts of easy death The temptation seems so clear She resists and trudges on I let her once again flee Thinking it a diversion But never from my window Shall I see the shore again She visits still, sporadically I recount my doubtful suffering She nods as if she understands But they took her tongue and hands The grief in me comes naturally As I begin to weave a tale To feed the future my lies

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Everyone told me but I knew better Trade a lifetime of joy for one alone Shared far too much in one little letter If only, if only I would have known A proposition I couldn't refuse An agreement based on baser instinct I won't ever say I wasn't enthused My love was rejected right on the brink We have many adventures still ahead Separately, but I wish you hold me dear Where we were, gardens lush, few seldom tread I can only pray to quell biased fear If ever my stained soul finds you again Before our trials have found proper end I should think to call you my long lost friend With fullness of love embrace you once again

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Sep 1, 2011

Sep 1, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC

Friendly Fire (Shot my Own Foot)

Everyone told me but I knew better Trade a lifetime of joy for one alone Shared far too much in one little letter If only, if only I would have known A proposition I couldn't refuse An agreement based on baser instinct I won't ever say I wasn't enthused My love was rejected right on the brink We have many adventures still ahead Separately, but I wish you hold me dear Where we were, gardens lush, few seldom tread I can only pray to quell biased fear If ever my stained soul finds you again Before our trials have found proper end I should think to call you my long lost friend With fullness of love embrace you once again

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Always ask or you shake eternity Manipulating rips of your bare life The womanless milk is picture TV Why this when our heads foretell Only wanting Luscious delicate urge Stare at the true wind spray And their produce is bitter iron How you go must flood lies from power Let a thousand frantic madmen Whisper gorgeous smooth chocolate Stop, leave, ache worship void within I say you will cry & fall beneath They sleep under the blood sun Like lazy enormous sausages

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Aug 29, 2011

Aug 29, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC

Drunk Trip Language

Always ask or you shake eternity Manipulating rips of your bare life The womanless milk is picture TV Why this when our heads foretell Only wanting Luscious delicate urge Stare at the true wind spray And their produce is bitter iron How you go must flood lies from power Let a thousand frantic madmen Whisper gorgeous smooth chocolate Stop, leave, ache worship void within I say you will cry & fall beneath They sleep under the blood sun Like lazy enormous sausages

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You look like Someone I knew Much much better But your face is A skull of hate So now I wait For random call Little bow ties On backs of legs Youth on elbow Livin'. Again. Octopi, high. Embrace the instinct My bated breath Goes unanswered Phoenix rises But not for me I hold no grudge Except maybe The fact that she Smoked all my ****

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Aug 26, 2011

Aug 26, 2011 at 4:55 AM UTC

Spoiling my Days Away

You look like Someone I knew Much much better But your face is A skull of hate So now I wait For random call Little bow ties On backs of legs Youth on elbow Livin'. Again. Octopi, high. Embrace the instinct My bated breath Goes unanswered Phoenix rises But not for me I hold no grudge Except maybe The fact that she Smoked all my ****

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Interjecting lines beneath What’s really going on Never thought I’d find my self again But here I am Amidst the wind-strewn remnants All that’s left of the pieces of what I used to be Rebuilt by circumstance into something more whole Holy-wrought Brought back to reality Every time I leave her bed This wind has cleansed my soul The cosmos beneath her skin Greater understanding comes From this chance meeting of un-sin Purified and tempered continuously In this forge that exists in The ǣther between us

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Aug 25, 2011

Aug 25, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC

Mutually Augmented

Interjecting lines beneath What’s really going on Never thought I’d find my self again But here I am Amidst the wind-strewn remnants All that’s left of the pieces of what I used to be Rebuilt by circumstance into something more whole Holy-wrought Brought back to reality Every time I leave her bed This wind has cleansed my soul The cosmos beneath her skin Greater understanding comes From this chance meeting of un-sin Purified and tempered continuously In this forge that exists in The ǣther between us

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I love to have this vision Of my shadow watching me Like beauty from a sad Bitter place Life shines through black wax Voiding all meaning But love and death

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Aug 16, 2011

Aug 16, 2011 at 1:26 AM UTC

Panoptic View

I love to have this vision Of my shadow watching me Like beauty from a sad Bitter place Life shines through black wax Voiding all meaning But love and death

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Never to be as one had hoped, man killed all it groped Got no one to care about, is that so hard to grasp? What made you, makes me, so very dense Precision is ****** on by your own kind Sometimes awkward, subdermal mind Built with one universal command Synapses wired, linked, cold-fired Intent on destroying this So gone on the upbeat ****** in the backseat Dipsomaniacal Makes life so Always so Hard on Whisky Drunk Am I

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Aug 3, 2011

Aug 3, 2011 at 11:03 PM UTC

Retro-Revert

Never to be as one had hoped, man killed all it groped Got no one to care about, is that so hard to grasp? What made you, makes me, so very dense Precision is ****** on by your own kind Sometimes awkward, subdermal mind Built with one universal command Synapses wired, linked, cold-fired Intent on destroying this So gone on the upbeat ****** in the backseat Dipsomaniacal Makes life so Always so Hard on Whisky Drunk Am I

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Disenchanted rambling Drunken half-fulfilled pipe dream Craving for the cool embrace Of struggles you won't have to face The cult of image will persist Paradise ruled by the fist Lured to the edge at last While lovers watch, ashamed, aghast Truth a ceaseless murmuring Ignored or drowned out by your scream Realizing what's been lost The mind denied, at dearest cost Try too late, to your dismay It never should have been this way Can't have faith in what's now gone So blow your brains out On your freshly manicured suburban lawn

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Aug 3, 2011

Aug 3, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC

An Ode to Suburbia

Disenchanted rambling Drunken half-fulfilled pipe dream Craving for the cool embrace Of struggles you won't have to face The cult of image will persist Paradise ruled by the fist Lured to the edge at last While lovers watch, ashamed, aghast Truth a ceaseless murmuring Ignored or drowned out by your scream Realizing what's been lost The mind denied, at dearest cost Try too late, to your dismay It never should have been this way Can't have faith in what's now gone So blow your brains out On your freshly manicured suburban lawn

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Eternally yours but for a moment How could I be anything but? The sands of time have shifted you So incredibly far away And I can do nothing Eternally yours forever and a day Living each second hoping you’ll stay How could I cope without my second half? A fruitless endeavor Staining my Oversoul Eternally yours, never, no way Making, taking, parasites ages-old Vestibules for love to fill with gold Leaving room for nothing else inside Stating the obvious, once again...

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC

Entropy Faced True

Eternally yours but for a moment How could I be anything but? The sands of time have shifted you So incredibly far away And I can do nothing Eternally yours forever and a day Living each second hoping you’ll stay How could I cope without my second half? A fruitless endeavor Staining my Oversoul Eternally yours, never, no way Making, taking, parasites ages-old Vestibules for love to fill with gold Leaving room for nothing else inside Stating the obvious, once again...

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Cursed tumbling monument Hating life, a death well spent Regathering, my soul is wrent Alone, I find my self again Finding love, the soul devoured Stripped of basic human power So here I sit another hour Making love to memories… Of what’s no longer there

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC

What’s No Longer There

Cursed tumbling monument Hating life, a death well spent Regathering, my soul is wrent Alone, I find my self again Finding love, the soul devoured Stripped of basic human power So here I sit another hour Making love to memories… Of what’s no longer there

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