jesse-dean-ruark - Hello Poetry

I would give anything to be the gentle breeze against your back pushing you the right direction. Could we please Just once be Lost In our affection.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC

Lost

I would give anything to be the gentle breeze against your back pushing you the right direction. Could we please Just once be Lost In our affection.

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Solitude? My breath still fights for the taste of resin. This sweet complacent home. Solitude? The crest mint wraps the tounge in lies. I stare, hungry, at my phone. Solitude? "What did you say?" Shrieks pierce my eardrums. Solitude? "Go away!" The silence ensues. Solitude? "What do you mean?!" It's nothing new.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC

Solitude?

Solitude? My breath still fights for the taste of resin. This sweet complacent home. Solitude? The crest mint wraps the tounge in lies. I stare, hungry, at my phone. Solitude? "What did you say?" Shrieks pierce my eardrums. Solitude? "Go away!" The silence ensues. Solitude? "What do you mean?!" It's nothing new.

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Skewer my body over the open flame. Rub the coals on my skin. I will let you. I will let you to prove that I am human too. Rake the charred flesh from my bones to reveal that they are broken. I told you so. I told you so many times that the hypocrisy is natural. Flowing in our human hearts. Not the spirit. Not the loom. Not the quest of which was given to whom? You may ask me. You may ask me who; and I would tell you, "Me and You". And the quest of which is spoken is to be human too.

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC

I am human too.

Skewer my body over the open flame. Rub the coals on my skin. I will let you. I will let you to prove that I am human too. Rake the charred flesh from my bones to reveal that they are broken. I told you so. I told you so many times that the hypocrisy is natural. Flowing in our human hearts. Not the spirit. Not the loom. Not the quest of which was given to whom? You may ask me. You may ask me who; and I would tell you, "Me and You". And the quest of which is spoken is to be human too.

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I am the equation of infinite outcome. Why then, do the sum of my actions divide my attention from the equation itself. Either the theory is flawed or the law is wrong. Don't quote this quotient it isn't divisible. It's almost as if this is an inverse operation. The properties aren't proportional to the level of difficulty. The answer is adjacent to one before. The problem is, I always get the same answer.

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC

It's just simple math.

I am the equation of infinite outcome. Why then, do the sum of my actions divide my attention from the equation itself. Either the theory is flawed or the law is wrong. Don't quote this quotient it isn't divisible. It's almost as if this is an inverse operation. The properties aren't proportional to the level of difficulty. The answer is adjacent to one before. The problem is, I always get the same answer.

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A vast valley of empty noise. Muffled screams ambient like static. Dodging cunning plans and ploys. As each friend intends to wreak havoc. I set aflame in rage and shame. Smoke signals soar high from my side. As I try to decide what is wise. Incontinence of the lips disguised as clever banter. Hollow thoughts reveal themselves and foggy eyes gleam far and wide. I'll have a drink of endless size. "I'd rather be anywhere, or anything" I say whilst reaching for a decanter.

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC

Lost in the Noise

A vast valley of empty noise. Muffled screams ambient like static. Dodging cunning plans and ploys. As each friend intends to wreak havoc. I set aflame in rage and shame. Smoke signals soar high from my side. As I try to decide what is wise. Incontinence of the lips disguised as clever banter. Hollow thoughts reveal themselves and foggy eyes gleam far and wide. I'll have a drink of endless size. "I'd rather be anywhere, or anything" I say whilst reaching for a decanter.

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The cylindrical abyss; a defiled forrest. Retracting at light. Receptive to night. What do you see? A calm breeze over cool water? Or burning land and lambs to slaughter Rising floods beckoned by a spark. Shine your light where it is dark. If you find something you fancy, that really is great. Just do not take what you cannot replace.

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC

Look At My Soul

The cylindrical abyss; a defiled forrest. Retracting at light. Receptive to night. What do you see? A calm breeze over cool water? Or burning land and lambs to slaughter Rising floods beckoned by a spark. Shine your light where it is dark. If you find something you fancy, that really is great. Just do not take what you cannot replace.

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Maximum distortion, ecstasy is agony. I seldomly love what isn't bad for me. A tragedy I'm glad to be. A blasphemy I'm sad to see. I fear it's happening. Darkness gathering. Am I imagining? A flash of me. It has to be. Gradually

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC

Inebriatrix.

Maximum distortion, ecstasy is agony. I seldomly love what isn't bad for me. A tragedy I'm glad to be. A blasphemy I'm sad to see. I fear it's happening. Darkness gathering. Am I imagining? A flash of me. It has to be. Gradually

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Burning passion to boiling temper. Raging fire to glowing ember. More is less and less is plenty. I'll have none and you'll take any. Plumes of smoke, the fire dies. Do not look at me with your lying eyes. A thieving soul in lovers guise. Petty heart and cruel intentions. You'll receive pennance when it's given. Until then leave me be. Forever, an eternity.

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC

Callused or Cauterized.

Burning passion to boiling temper. Raging fire to glowing ember. More is less and less is plenty. I'll have none and you'll take any. Plumes of smoke, the fire dies. Do not look at me with your lying eyes. A thieving soul in lovers guise. Petty heart and cruel intentions. You'll receive pennance when it's given. Until then leave me be. Forever, an eternity.

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The present becomes surreal when it isn't what my past had inteded. Or at least as I thought it back then, as I jot with this pen. I pass each moment granted each moment is a present. It has become presently evident. Each breath is a gift and every second, a luxury. Life seems so gloom yet, death is fun to me. Maybe I'm confused. That is certainly my alibi. I've spent most my years asking how when I wonder why? Why wonder why; why ask how? When everything you need to know is right now. Tomorrow is never and yesterday is a thought. Today is topic that I'd rather not. Rather not ponder just in case I find now. I'll forget this next moment then furrow my brow.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC

This Moment.

The present becomes surreal when it isn't what my past had inteded. Or at least as I thought it back then, as I jot with this pen. I pass each moment granted each moment is a present. It has become presently evident. Each breath is a gift and every second, a luxury. Life seems so gloom yet, death is fun to me. Maybe I'm confused. That is certainly my alibi. I've spent most my years asking how when I wonder why? Why wonder why; why ask how? When everything you need to know is right now. Tomorrow is never and yesterday is a thought. Today is topic that I'd rather not. Rather not ponder just in case I find now. I'll forget this next moment then furrow my brow.

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My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here. I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind. I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest. I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me. My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own ****** An aviary vision reduced to a glance. One last moment, one last chance.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC

Terminal Velocity

My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here. I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind. I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest. I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me. My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own ****** An aviary vision reduced to a glance. One last moment, one last chance.

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