joe-hill - Hello Poetry

Excuses are drugs you have given your sense Excuses are masters you have given your means Excuses are graves you have given your future

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Sep 5, 2022

Sep 5, 2022 at 8:28 PM UTC

Fate is a given

Excuses are drugs you have given your sense Excuses are masters you have given your means Excuses are graves you have given your future

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between dreams and deficiencies for a moment candied whispers mask the taste of stale drags I know these moments can't stretch long enough to make the feeling real but for now I drink the ichor of your lie and I am lovely

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May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC

Your lips fill the space

between dreams and deficiencies for a moment candied whispers mask the taste of stale drags I know these moments can't stretch long enough to make the feeling real but for now I drink the ichor of your lie and I am lovely

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I am the salt water on your cheek when you're alone thinkin' about how strong you used to be for everyone. I am the torn dollar in your pocket on the floor wonderin' how you always seemed to work it out before. I am the mirror looking back into your soul. You already know my name.

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Nov 26, 2015

Nov 26, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC

My Name

I am the salt water on your cheek when you're alone thinkin' about how strong you used to be for everyone. I am the torn dollar in your pocket on the floor wonderin' how you always seemed to work it out before. I am the mirror looking back into your soul. You already know my name.

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she saw me see her through countless classmates running wild Mrs. Robins sees all of the yard but the soccer field corner where the oaks lay thick shadows clasping hands we ran into hiding my plan “you show me yours and I’ll smile and scram” her plan “You show me yours and I’ll scream, I’m a lady” too trapped in each other’s eyes we stared until the class bell rang walking back I stopped her just before the door and kissed her blushing cheek in the sunlight

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC

Standing in the sandbox

she saw me see her through countless classmates running wild Mrs. Robins sees all of the yard but the soccer field corner where the oaks lay thick shadows clasping hands we ran into hiding my plan “you show me yours and I’ll smile and scram” her plan “You show me yours and I’ll scream, I’m a lady” too trapped in each other’s eyes we stared until the class bell rang walking back I stopped her just before the door and kissed her blushing cheek in the sunlight

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does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie? chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls we all know you're full of **** yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out I'll never be stoppin ya scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else cause I'm seconds from droppin ya an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC

Dear too many people I used to know,

does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie? chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls we all know you're full of **** yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out I'll never be stoppin ya scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else cause I'm seconds from droppin ya an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar

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She has the look of the angel. She has the voice of the fallen. He has the hope of the child. He hears the words and crumbles.

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC

Deliberate

She has the look of the angel. She has the voice of the fallen. He has the hope of the child. He hears the words and crumbles.

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lies my still beating heart in a box in the drawer of a desk. Over here lies her still beating heart in a jar on the closet shelf. We'll have them forever 'cause cause no one is better or able to be more secure. We'll have them forever 'cause every letter we write makes the butterflies dance round inside. We'll have them forever 'cause love like this doesn't revisit or wait, you just grab on and hold. We'll have them forever 'cause.... No take-backs.

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC

Over there

lies my still beating heart in a box in the drawer of a desk. Over here lies her still beating heart in a jar on the closet shelf. We'll have them forever 'cause cause no one is better or able to be more secure. We'll have them forever 'cause every letter we write makes the butterflies dance round inside. We'll have them forever 'cause love like this doesn't revisit or wait, you just grab on and hold. We'll have them forever 'cause.... No take-backs.

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the chilling arbitrarities of steps and thoughts and fallacies the colors of the changing leaves are tired warning signs when each and every passing dawn rips through me like a lover's yawn I lay alone the curtains drawn with consolation bled and gone I can't escape the lie I'll miss you when you die

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC

What Murders Me Most

the chilling arbitrarities of steps and thoughts and fallacies the colors of the changing leaves are tired warning signs when each and every passing dawn rips through me like a lover's yawn I lay alone the curtains drawn with consolation bled and gone I can't escape the lie I'll miss you when you die

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artists of flesh wielding shades of exertion splashing on canvas sheets bright through closed eyes I'm your thumbprint expressionist mattress impressionist bristles for taste buds make broad strokes the emphasis aptly utensil fills focal to edges though tipping the easel conception seems effortless brilliantly tincture accentuates fervor while crescent depressions raise apogee further

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC

Ten Crescent Indentations

artists of flesh wielding shades of exertion splashing on canvas sheets bright through closed eyes I'm your thumbprint expressionist mattress impressionist bristles for taste buds make broad strokes the emphasis aptly utensil fills focal to edges though tipping the easel conception seems effortless brilliantly tincture accentuates fervor while crescent depressions raise apogee further

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ten for a dollar, twelve on Thursdays, many more ways to realize they're all actors brandishing turtle wax not swords and axes, shields without a dent but tales are larger than Typhon, **** tell me again how scary facing the kraken was and how you made it back from Tartarus without even a finger missing, you didn't, I know, I didn't notice your ******* gleaming on the way down or up, I was busy fighting anyway, my armor gashed and crushed and opening, showing the spaces where flesh blood and sinew used to be, my horse died years ago but it'll take more to slow me down, cause I found her flag, shining or not this knight won't let it touch ground.

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC

knights in shining armor

ten for a dollar, twelve on Thursdays, many more ways to realize they're all actors brandishing turtle wax not swords and axes, shields without a dent but tales are larger than Typhon, **** tell me again how scary facing the kraken was and how you made it back from Tartarus without even a finger missing, you didn't, I know, I didn't notice your ******* gleaming on the way down or up, I was busy fighting anyway, my armor gashed and crushed and opening, showing the spaces where flesh blood and sinew used to be, my horse died years ago but it'll take more to slow me down, cause I found her flag, shining or not this knight won't let it touch ground.

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