j-ames - Hello Poetry

I've always said **** the circus Cheap theatrics and easy money I see I'm a few feet out on a tightrope, that's my job Ironic, unfortunately Somebody laid a few pillows out on this side I appreciate the concern but I'm a professional The net on that side is a failsafe That we usually use, it is used You really need to know how to fall Need not apply, we work for peanuts You know, cheap money and easy theatrics So it goes, being within being without But if you brought the pillows And if you like the peanuts Stick around, who knows You just might enjoy the show

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC

Big Tent

I've always said **** the circus Cheap theatrics and easy money I see I'm a few feet out on a tightrope, that's my job Ironic, unfortunately Somebody laid a few pillows out on this side I appreciate the concern but I'm a professional The net on that side is a failsafe That we usually use, it is used You really need to know how to fall Need not apply, we work for peanuts You know, cheap money and easy theatrics So it goes, being within being without But if you brought the pillows And if you like the peanuts Stick around, who knows You just might enjoy the show

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I bought nostalgia a drink Realizing I was sober Never felt a feeling A feeling less than feeling nobler Without losing perspective Perceiving what I could Little less than nothing Worthless wet wood I am strung out Strung together run on sentence Ran through the old adages Like 'don't be a menace' Lucky Irish post penance You're like pulling teeth Sans dentist There's a mirror in the water The bathroom sink is ***** The conversations weak And the dialogue is wordy Granted that the guilt is stubborn Shared by you and shared by me Universal, lovely

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC

St Patrick's Day

I bought nostalgia a drink Realizing I was sober Never felt a feeling A feeling less than feeling nobler Without losing perspective Perceiving what I could Little less than nothing Worthless wet wood I am strung out Strung together run on sentence Ran through the old adages Like 'don't be a menace' Lucky Irish post penance You're like pulling teeth Sans dentist There's a mirror in the water The bathroom sink is ***** The conversations weak And the dialogue is wordy Granted that the guilt is stubborn Shared by you and shared by me Universal, lovely

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Look past the grey hairs That add a silver lining to your stare And trace the lines on my face Sometimes we aren't getting any older We just warm up to the smolder Sometimes this place feels misplaced Sometimes we're dreaming together With each other, whatever Forever in ashes and grins Then there's a pause in reaction So go the laws of attraction An eruption, of sorts, at wit's end This feeling's a force of nature Without nomenclature We're melting in hot city rain Hot as a tin roof Dryer than vermouth These are feelings we both entertain Shaved by the metal of the red moonlight Everybody's on the run on a doomsday night Pompeii's for lovers, that's what we heard 'em say

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Mar 4, 2017

Mar 4, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

Pompeii's for Lovers

Look past the grey hairs That add a silver lining to your stare And trace the lines on my face Sometimes we aren't getting any older We just warm up to the smolder Sometimes this place feels misplaced Sometimes we're dreaming together With each other, whatever Forever in ashes and grins Then there's a pause in reaction So go the laws of attraction An eruption, of sorts, at wit's end This feeling's a force of nature Without nomenclature We're melting in hot city rain Hot as a tin roof Dryer than vermouth These are feelings we both entertain Shaved by the metal of the red moonlight Everybody's on the run on a doomsday night Pompeii's for lovers, that's what we heard 'em say

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Something about a heart served with a twist of lemon Neat. She wouldn't care for it. In lieu of that, there'd be something else, sweet. She said people used to be proud of where she's from. Continues. She makes sounds like her mother, she says. I haven't met her yet. Conversation makes way as a live band does through a cracked window. Disheveled. And I've seen that tattoo before. It's a one-hit wonder. She wears so many bracelets they laugh in a tambourine's voice. Typical. Considered leaving this stamp on my hand from last night. Well, now I'm a pop song too.

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC

In lieu

Something about a heart served with a twist of lemon Neat. She wouldn't care for it. In lieu of that, there'd be something else, sweet. She said people used to be proud of where she's from. Continues. She makes sounds like her mother, she says. I haven't met her yet. Conversation makes way as a live band does through a cracked window. Disheveled. And I've seen that tattoo before. It's a one-hit wonder. She wears so many bracelets they laugh in a tambourine's voice. Typical. Considered leaving this stamp on my hand from last night. Well, now I'm a pop song too.

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The time we grant each other is like that of a syndicated movie Not that anyone is watching Might catch the end of it For old time sake It's no mystery why there's this feeling on a Tuesday Just like any other day It all runs together A watermark on a watercolor And with the way things are going who knows I might find a way out If it pans out If my luck doesn't Doesn't run out So on that note I might see you at next years ball Maybe watch it drop Maybe midnight Maybe I won't drop the ball

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC

Watermark

The time we grant each other is like that of a syndicated movie Not that anyone is watching Might catch the end of it For old time sake It's no mystery why there's this feeling on a Tuesday Just like any other day It all runs together A watermark on a watercolor And with the way things are going who knows I might find a way out If it pans out If my luck doesn't Doesn't run out So on that note I might see you at next years ball Maybe watch it drop Maybe midnight Maybe I won't drop the ball

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There is nothing more than the lights of this town left in this night The most beautiful thing about it is that none of the lights are blue Nothing flashes blue Witless neon stands subdued Hidden like a silent ***** Just when you think you're in the eye The storm comes out of the blue.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC

Blue Yonder

There is nothing more than the lights of this town left in this night The most beautiful thing about it is that none of the lights are blue Nothing flashes blue Witless neon stands subdued Hidden like a silent ***** Just when you think you're in the eye The storm comes out of the blue.

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Now that February days leave sweat on a glass Weather mixes me up Like a stiff drink Let the ice melt Let the ring on the table condensate And condescend me Plain as a paper towel Just read in between the vowels

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC

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Now that February days leave sweat on a glass Weather mixes me up Like a stiff drink Let the ice melt Let the ring on the table condensate And condescend me Plain as a paper towel Just read in between the vowels

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Jeff said I wish I was dirt I'd wait on the spills and the the cigarette butts Doubt very much it would hurt From the bounce of the glass Or the filter, for better or worse He said it's easy to soak up stories If you're laying on the ground And he said No clocks or unrequited work It'd just be me, I'm the dirt I let you walk all over me anyway So let me enjoy it

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC

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Jeff said I wish I was dirt I'd wait on the spills and the the cigarette butts Doubt very much it would hurt From the bounce of the glass Or the filter, for better or worse He said it's easy to soak up stories If you're laying on the ground And he said No clocks or unrequited work It'd just be me, I'm the dirt I let you walk all over me anyway So let me enjoy it

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