jessicaaltieri - Hello Poetry

Growling, snarling, rumbling through The roots and tunnels leading Upward Threat signals smeared along My lower back, the backs of my knees, my jaw, my tongue My throat Run, backwards and forwards or up and out or down and stop. Let me stop gripping and straining and Gnawing where the bone does not Protect. A small creature only wishes to Grow.

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC

In the Cellar

Growling, snarling, rumbling through The roots and tunnels leading Upward Threat signals smeared along My lower back, the backs of my knees, my jaw, my tongue My throat Run, backwards and forwards or up and out or down and stop. Let me stop gripping and straining and Gnawing where the bone does not Protect. A small creature only wishes to Grow.

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My neck is a nest The warmth in it an ever present creature that Oscillates and breeds and collects And attracts creatures that do not My neck is a nest That doesn't just need to nurture but To be nurtured and Touched and kissed and electrified In order to keep that warmth My neck is a nest That rests on an unsteady beating branch And hangs under a filament-ridden sky Neither of which can ever agree But to disagree on whether Niceness or smoothness or alcohol or hidden agendas Should have anything to do with How the warmth is kept My neck is a nest Full of hatchlings that have already Dropped and soared Dropped and stopped Dropped and swooped at the last second Where they are now I have only an inkling. My neck is a nest That wishes to blend with the Twigs and leaves and eggshells That become it and Be humbly content with who It wants to attract and collect and warm.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC

My Neck is a Nest

My neck is a nest The warmth in it an ever present creature that Oscillates and breeds and collects And attracts creatures that do not My neck is a nest That doesn't just need to nurture but To be nurtured and Touched and kissed and electrified In order to keep that warmth My neck is a nest That rests on an unsteady beating branch And hangs under a filament-ridden sky Neither of which can ever agree But to disagree on whether Niceness or smoothness or alcohol or hidden agendas Should have anything to do with How the warmth is kept My neck is a nest Full of hatchlings that have already Dropped and soared Dropped and stopped Dropped and swooped at the last second Where they are now I have only an inkling. My neck is a nest That wishes to blend with the Twigs and leaves and eggshells That become it and Be humbly content with who It wants to attract and collect and warm.

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"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to suggest a hangout session in which we go out for tea and some mostly-nonserious flirtation?", he asks, all of which is proceeded by more than two hours of silly, random banter involving eyeballs and pineapples in vacuums. It seems being asked on a date has become so taboo, to the point that when it does happen, the natural reaction would be to say yes. TBC...

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

Pineapples in Vacuums

"Would it be entirely inappropriate of me to suggest a hangout session in which we go out for tea and some mostly-nonserious flirtation?", he asks, all of which is proceeded by more than two hours of silly, random banter involving eyeballs and pineapples in vacuums. It seems being asked on a date has become so taboo, to the point that when it does happen, the natural reaction would be to say yes. TBC...

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He's not my best friend He's not my brother He is not a stranger He's been troubled He's passed on He is important. You're not my best friend You're not my friend You are unbelievable You obviously don't understand You objectify You complain You ignore. I believe in everyone I question everything I don't understand I can't grasp how anyone could be like you I now choose not to feel pain when I can differentiate between pettiness and the real thing. He is okay, You are not, and I will be.

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC

Okay

He's not my best friend He's not my brother He is not a stranger He's been troubled He's passed on He is important. You're not my best friend You're not my friend You are unbelievable You obviously don't understand You objectify You complain You ignore. I believe in everyone I question everything I don't understand I can't grasp how anyone could be like you I now choose not to feel pain when I can differentiate between pettiness and the real thing. He is okay, You are not, and I will be.

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Concrete, bright yellow gauze, and a layer of dirt and ink As if you really fell down a flight of stairs She was at the top and you the bottom You put her there, and she placed you here Concrete, bright yellow gauze, and a layer of dirt and ink Two weeks and it will be gone Though I'm not sure mine own will suffice If I intend on upholding your trust Concrete, bright yellow gauze, and a layer of dirt and ink You cover me more than his hand Or maybe you protect us equally From what might hurt us more, From what could hurt us more.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

Cast Systems

Concrete, bright yellow gauze, and a layer of dirt and ink As if you really fell down a flight of stairs She was at the top and you the bottom You put her there, and she placed you here Concrete, bright yellow gauze, and a layer of dirt and ink Two weeks and it will be gone Though I'm not sure mine own will suffice If I intend on upholding your trust Concrete, bright yellow gauze, and a layer of dirt and ink You cover me more than his hand Or maybe you protect us equally From what might hurt us more, From what could hurt us more.

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