joyce-valencerina - Hello Poetry

I want to feel your fingers on my skin. You kisses linger on my lips. The baritone timbre of your voice lulls me to heavenly slumber.

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC

Touch

I want to feel your fingers on my skin. You kisses linger on my lips. The baritone timbre of your voice lulls me to heavenly slumber.

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Found you one night I was clearing out My parents' medicine cabinet Red drops protruded from your spout Like crimson petals of a thorny rose I saved you, of course Unlike the others you weren't expired Not yet -- none the worse For wear, and I put you on my bedside I had a feeling I'd need you Insomnia is a fickle fiend Nights are the worst Searching for a friend Because without one I was cursed To doom away the dusk until dawn And then you called, "You got a friend in me," And I answered And red drops flowed into my mouth Like the kisses of a fallen cherub This bottle was doomed to crack anyway.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC

Antihistamine

Found you one night I was clearing out My parents' medicine cabinet Red drops protruded from your spout Like crimson petals of a thorny rose I saved you, of course Unlike the others you weren't expired Not yet -- none the worse For wear, and I put you on my bedside I had a feeling I'd need you Insomnia is a fickle fiend Nights are the worst Searching for a friend Because without one I was cursed To doom away the dusk until dawn And then you called, "You got a friend in me," And I answered And red drops flowed into my mouth Like the kisses of a fallen cherub This bottle was doomed to crack anyway.

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Mutterings and murmurs all inane Tabletops keep turning, turning round I do think I have gone insane Polychords create a dissonant chain Of ghastly nails-on-chalkboard sounds Mutterings and murmurs all inane Dysfunctional symphony in a hellish train Along the way to iniquitous underground I do think I have gone insane We stop; the left man pulls me into acid rain, And we waltz in an urban burial ground Mutterings and murmurs all inane Fleshy neurons dance vapidly in my brain Amber, scarlet, vermilion flames abound I do think I have gone insane Macabre figures gather and dance in the nefarious fain They put thistles and roses on my head; I am crowned. Mutterings and murmurs all quite inane I do think I have gone insane

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC

Hellish Train

Mutterings and murmurs all inane Tabletops keep turning, turning round I do think I have gone insane Polychords create a dissonant chain Of ghastly nails-on-chalkboard sounds Mutterings and murmurs all inane Dysfunctional symphony in a hellish train Along the way to iniquitous underground I do think I have gone insane We stop; the left man pulls me into acid rain, And we waltz in an urban burial ground Mutterings and murmurs all inane Fleshy neurons dance vapidly in my brain Amber, scarlet, vermilion flames abound I do think I have gone insane Macabre figures gather and dance in the nefarious fain They put thistles and roses on my head; I am crowned. Mutterings and murmurs all quite inane I do think I have gone insane

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He follows in the footsteps of a dead man, a wild man, an ill-tempered storm who lashed out at the world so he wouldn’t conform to the ordinary life from which he ran. Now that man is dead as an empty beer can. He follows anyway, trudges on through the lukewarm waters in his wake; trudges on to deform the monotony from which his life began. He thinks he may as well be wed to his drinks and his smokes and the girls in his bed all faceless and nameless and only marginally alive. He never wants to know that absolute dead feeling that lurks in people’s heads. He wants the blood in his veins to pump, his soul to thrive.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC

Numb

He follows in the footsteps of a dead man, a wild man, an ill-tempered storm who lashed out at the world so he wouldn’t conform to the ordinary life from which he ran. Now that man is dead as an empty beer can. He follows anyway, trudges on through the lukewarm waters in his wake; trudges on to deform the monotony from which his life began. He thinks he may as well be wed to his drinks and his smokes and the girls in his bed all faceless and nameless and only marginally alive. He never wants to know that absolute dead feeling that lurks in people’s heads. He wants the blood in his veins to pump, his soul to thrive.

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Gunning down horses, gunning down tails, Gunning down archaic forces That follow my nightmares through the eve With its eye on my hilt and its back to its siege I run and I run and I am never done If I stop now, I stop for eternity I lay waste on the Cimmerian horizon And I drink to the gaps in my vision. Fire crackles, sizzles like a tortured Monk; Charcoal smoke lifts the air, Turns the trees black and navy blue As putrid smoke buries itself in my hair The fire is my only hope now I tell you they can’t see it Their eyeless sockets will never know And they’ll never find me here.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC

Gunning

Gunning down horses, gunning down tails, Gunning down archaic forces That follow my nightmares through the eve With its eye on my hilt and its back to its siege I run and I run and I am never done If I stop now, I stop for eternity I lay waste on the Cimmerian horizon And I drink to the gaps in my vision. Fire crackles, sizzles like a tortured Monk; Charcoal smoke lifts the air, Turns the trees black and navy blue As putrid smoke buries itself in my hair The fire is my only hope now I tell you they can’t see it Their eyeless sockets will never know And they’ll never find me here.

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Shrouded by hunger and malice, Daybreak shatters the sword, Daybreak shatters the chalice; The mirror sings seven years; its word Is eternal so seven years shall pass Before its flimsy voice cries relief And forgives the girl in desolate dress. Spare us immortal grief. Bend and bend and please do not break Your sanity, your staple, your soul is at stake.

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC

Sonnet at 4:45 AM

Shrouded by hunger and malice, Daybreak shatters the sword, Daybreak shatters the chalice; The mirror sings seven years; its word Is eternal so seven years shall pass Before its flimsy voice cries relief And forgives the girl in desolate dress. Spare us immortal grief. Bend and bend and please do not break Your sanity, your staple, your soul is at stake.

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Do me a favour and close my eyes So I can dream ten thousand dreams Under the light of fireflies When the sun in all its glory lies Nighttime rips the sky lit seams Do me a favour and close my eyes Crimson wine dribbles as I sigh Down my lips, it forms a stream Under the light of fireflies I treasure silence over desolate ‘whys’ As it hints not at wicked schemes Do me a favour and close my eyes Stars shine daggers at my demise Shadows grieve; they weep, they scream Under the light of fireflies Life will live until it dies And stains these sheets so white as cream Do me a favour and close my eyes Under the light of fireflies

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

Under the Light of Fireflies

Do me a favour and close my eyes So I can dream ten thousand dreams Under the light of fireflies When the sun in all its glory lies Nighttime rips the sky lit seams Do me a favour and close my eyes Crimson wine dribbles as I sigh Down my lips, it forms a stream Under the light of fireflies I treasure silence over desolate ‘whys’ As it hints not at wicked schemes Do me a favour and close my eyes Stars shine daggers at my demise Shadows grieve; they weep, they scream Under the light of fireflies Life will live until it dies And stains these sheets so white as cream Do me a favour and close my eyes Under the light of fireflies

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The moon looks so lonely. The stars are so far away. They have no words to say To a hunk of earthly rock. I am an invalid down here; Ghost water trickles innocently From glacial eyes that are Opened wide from mellowed fear Stars waltz out of the sky. They point, they laugh, they mock, And it is sad the way they do so. Sometimes I wish I could fly, Defy the physics of earthly clocks, So that I could go to the moon and restore its glow.

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC

The Moon

The moon looks so lonely. The stars are so far away. They have no words to say To a hunk of earthly rock. I am an invalid down here; Ghost water trickles innocently From glacial eyes that are Opened wide from mellowed fear Stars waltz out of the sky. They point, they laugh, they mock, And it is sad the way they do so. Sometimes I wish I could fly, Defy the physics of earthly clocks, So that I could go to the moon and restore its glow.

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Lonely words on paper sing Black ink sways to and fro I staple the sheets to hand them in At nine o’clock tomorrow Lonely words on paper sing Praises of a higher kind, although These fall off their papery wings Down they spiral, down they go And hell it burns these wondrous things Lonely words on paper lie So for their errors, for their sins Consumed by flame, their praises die

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC

Academia

Lonely words on paper sing Black ink sways to and fro I staple the sheets to hand them in At nine o’clock tomorrow Lonely words on paper sing Praises of a higher kind, although These fall off their papery wings Down they spiral, down they go And hell it burns these wondrous things Lonely words on paper lie So for their errors, for their sins Consumed by flame, their praises die

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Sweet, juicy, crunchy apples; Dark red roses With petals as soft as love's sensitive skin. (And black poison.) (And black thorns.) Good. Bad. A very thin line.

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC

Red

Sweet, juicy, crunchy apples; Dark red roses With petals as soft as love's sensitive skin. (And black poison.) (And black thorns.) Good. Bad. A very thin line.

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