jane-lame - Hello Poetry

My heart, it's hands Reaching for his soul My wrists snap, retreat back I guess now we'll never know Hung up, strung out Just searching for a sign Horror, misanthrope Astrological pantomime Visions clear, so near Like vines we intertwined Incompatible, at the core Who was feeding me those lines?

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC

Astrological Pantomime

My heart, it's hands Reaching for his soul My wrists snap, retreat back I guess now we'll never know Hung up, strung out Just searching for a sign Horror, misanthrope Astrological pantomime Visions clear, so near Like vines we intertwined Incompatible, at the core Who was feeding me those lines?

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New Years Day The 1st of the Month Lent, Ash Wednesday I swear I'll give it up Maybe this Birthday When's the new moon? Start over every Monday I continue to throw up Perpetual sickness Never small enough At war with my body So many food groups to give up Dietary restrictions The socially acceptable excuse Undercover overeater Will I ever be good enough?

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC

Bathroom Stall Confessional

New Years Day The 1st of the Month Lent, Ash Wednesday I swear I'll give it up Maybe this Birthday When's the new moon? Start over every Monday I continue to throw up Perpetual sickness Never small enough At war with my body So many food groups to give up Dietary restrictions The socially acceptable excuse Undercover overeater Will I ever be good enough?

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We're like Tom Robbins characters You spoke those words yourself I'm a princess and you're a felon But we vibe so ******* well You're a walking brain puzzle I'm a recovering **** tease You satisfy me, expand my mind My body's never been so pleased Don't you dare say you're sorry You cannot undo the past Why would you want to anyway? I think you're falling for more than my *** I won't be a replacement I could never do what she did I don't want a carbon copy I learned what I needed to from him Your mother accuses you of thieving Mine points out superficial flaws We share a lot of the same demons They may stutter but it's loud I'm done keeping up appearances You're weary of a double life We collaborate so effortlessly Our future visions intertwine Do I want to meet your parents? Mine would love you at first greet They'd give you a jar of honey Maybe even some frozen meat I'll help you to stay sober You've gotten me to open up Use my brain, try me on for size I'll understand if you stop But, imagine what we could be I think synchronicity has a cause Inspiration, it's contagious Happiness, it tags along

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC

Coordinated Vibrations

We're like Tom Robbins characters You spoke those words yourself I'm a princess and you're a felon But we vibe so ******* well You're a walking brain puzzle I'm a recovering **** tease You satisfy me, expand my mind My body's never been so pleased Don't you dare say you're sorry You cannot undo the past Why would you want to anyway? I think you're falling for more than my *** I won't be a replacement I could never do what she did I don't want a carbon copy I learned what I needed to from him Your mother accuses you of thieving Mine points out superficial flaws We share a lot of the same demons They may stutter but it's loud I'm done keeping up appearances You're weary of a double life We collaborate so effortlessly Our future visions intertwine Do I want to meet your parents? Mine would love you at first greet They'd give you a jar of honey Maybe even some frozen meat I'll help you to stay sober You've gotten me to open up Use my brain, try me on for size I'll understand if you stop But, imagine what we could be I think synchronicity has a cause Inspiration, it's contagious Happiness, it tags along

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He was the solar opposite of discipline- couldn't see the poppies past the ****** We were just two volcanic souls, looking for an eruption eternal. Finding only how to synchronize delusional. With three bloodshot eyes, we looked towards the sky. Forever searching for a place that feels like home. Learn the lesson this time around- don't make his place a frequent location on my iPhone.

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC

Synchronized Delusions

He was the solar opposite of discipline- couldn't see the poppies past the ****** We were just two volcanic souls, looking for an eruption eternal. Finding only how to synchronize delusional. With three bloodshot eyes, we looked towards the sky. Forever searching for a place that feels like home. Learn the lesson this time around- don't make his place a frequent location on my iPhone.

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Listen to them, the human mirrors. They'll show you your blind spots- Underlying issues and fears. Insecurity and beauty, they walk hand in hand. The saddest are the pretty, don't you see all the tears? She confessed- I just can't stop picking at these scabs on my face. Learn to knit, I suggest, anything to keep those fingers away. She said- I just need to smash all those ******* mirrors. They remember my faults, then I tally my years. Societal misconceptions projecting hate on your skin. Get away from that mirror, find someone who's not dim. Break away from the cycle, don't forget your true worth. You'll get in your own way, the same boat I was in. Pegged as a stoner by a man I'd just met. He could see it in my eyes, how they're half-opened and red. I told him I'm exhausted, that too often I fret. There's no way you're that tired all the time, is what he had said. To hell with it- I blow trees, I take dabs, I love a good trip. It's just an escape, though, from the state I was in. Self confidence, I found, in a voice begging to be heard. Not my mom's voice, but mine- Disappointment's just a word. Even funhouse mirrors can be as colder than snow. Human mirrors know empathy, inner love, they will show.

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC

Fun House

Listen to them, the human mirrors. They'll show you your blind spots- Underlying issues and fears. Insecurity and beauty, they walk hand in hand. The saddest are the pretty, don't you see all the tears? She confessed- I just can't stop picking at these scabs on my face. Learn to knit, I suggest, anything to keep those fingers away. She said- I just need to smash all those ******* mirrors. They remember my faults, then I tally my years. Societal misconceptions projecting hate on your skin. Get away from that mirror, find someone who's not dim. Break away from the cycle, don't forget your true worth. You'll get in your own way, the same boat I was in. Pegged as a stoner by a man I'd just met. He could see it in my eyes, how they're half-opened and red. I told him I'm exhausted, that too often I fret. There's no way you're that tired all the time, is what he had said. To hell with it- I blow trees, I take dabs, I love a good trip. It's just an escape, though, from the state I was in. Self confidence, I found, in a voice begging to be heard. Not my mom's voice, but mine- Disappointment's just a word. Even funhouse mirrors can be as colder than snow. Human mirrors know empathy, inner love, they will show.

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I learned this in undergrad; That I'm a "yes person" defined. In self-defeatist monotony, I think I burned out my mind. Hypocrisy personified, notebooks filled with lies. Prerequisites were full of **** Required, to them, didn't apply. Monopolistic macroeconomies, business school taught me to hide. A complete lack of self-reliance, an endless search for a diagnosis. Cross-tabulate, over-analyze. I swore to them, "I'm fine." But, what's an existential crisis? I'm just asking for a friend. Procrastinate to copulate, never finishing on time. My inability to articulate, dying to feel alive again inside. Hesitation turned desperation, finally deciding to speak my mind. It only took me five years to admit that I was just too starved to shine.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC

Existentialism On A School Night

I learned this in undergrad; That I'm a "yes person" defined. In self-defeatist monotony, I think I burned out my mind. Hypocrisy personified, notebooks filled with lies. Prerequisites were full of **** Required, to them, didn't apply. Monopolistic macroeconomies, business school taught me to hide. A complete lack of self-reliance, an endless search for a diagnosis. Cross-tabulate, over-analyze. I swore to them, "I'm fine." But, what's an existential crisis? I'm just asking for a friend. Procrastinate to copulate, never finishing on time. My inability to articulate, dying to feel alive again inside. Hesitation turned desperation, finally deciding to speak my mind. It only took me five years to admit that I was just too starved to shine.

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Doxycycline Tetracycline Fix my flaw I want to be free It doesn't matter Or so they tell me Self worth killer My own worst enemy Discomfort in a crowd Pretending it's class I want to be loud Hey, look, a mask Substance crutch Just one glitch There's never enough Got lost in a trip

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC

Meta Mind Trap

Doxycycline Tetracycline Fix my flaw I want to be free It doesn't matter Or so they tell me Self worth killer My own worst enemy Discomfort in a crowd Pretending it's class I want to be loud Hey, look, a mask Substance crutch Just one glitch There's never enough Got lost in a trip

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A glow stick chain spun above bed Art can make the city howl As you wish, I said. You said "I feel like I'm high right now" A circus show in your living room Her painting fell from the wall A mirror, manifesting symmetry We've been at this for quite a while I took me six months before Not that I'm counting the days If it's quality that you're chasing I'll throw that ***** card away I'm searching for my medium Closer and closer each day Using words, aiming to break The space rhyme continuum

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC

The Space-Rhyme Continuum

A glow stick chain spun above bed Art can make the city howl As you wish, I said. You said "I feel like I'm high right now" A circus show in your living room Her painting fell from the wall A mirror, manifesting symmetry We've been at this for quite a while I took me six months before Not that I'm counting the days If it's quality that you're chasing I'll throw that ***** card away I'm searching for my medium Closer and closer each day Using words, aiming to break The space rhyme continuum

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Only satisfied when I'm starving Only feel alive when I'm dying Beat me to a pulp I'm sure I have a pulse Break every ******* rule I'll still love you like a fool Treat me like trash Please, be here then vanish Inspire me with rage Watch me turn the page I'll move on without question Thanks again for this lesson I'll run away with what you taught me I won't let your memory haunt me

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC

Taunt Me//Haunt Me

Only satisfied when I'm starving Only feel alive when I'm dying Beat me to a pulp I'm sure I have a pulse Break every ******* rule I'll still love you like a fool Treat me like trash Please, be here then vanish Inspire me with rage Watch me turn the page I'll move on without question Thanks again for this lesson I'll run away with what you taught me I won't let your memory haunt me

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Personality problem monumental Attempts to change inconsequential Learning to care A constant struggle Desperation to scream Producing nothing but mumbles A freshly broken heart Can make one so humble Mind pollution No abatement Dissolving solution Emotional Contagion Recycled love Halfhearted statements Am I enough? Romantic damnation

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC

Romantic Damnation

Personality problem monumental Attempts to change inconsequential Learning to care A constant struggle Desperation to scream Producing nothing but mumbles A freshly broken heart Can make one so humble Mind pollution No abatement Dissolving solution Emotional Contagion Recycled love Halfhearted statements Am I enough? Romantic damnation

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