k-m - Hello Poetry

It was a quarter to twelve Then it was nearly three. We stumbled up the stairs Fumbling with my keys. Open the door Not sure where to leave this off Now I’ve got your jacket and your tie Hanging from my loft

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC

k-m

Untitled #21

It was a quarter to twelve Then it was nearly three. We stumbled up the stairs Fumbling with my keys. Open the door Not sure where to leave this off Now I’ve got your jacket and your tie Hanging from my loft

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There’s a middle age man he is combing his hair Glares at the mirror for the youth that isn’t there It escaped him like poison and he drank it like wine He never new the consequences at the time Do I know them…..Do I know? So society’s poisoned by the phone and the web Watch the people live their lives without leaving their beds Just a spectacle for our entertainment I start wishing there was more to life than just this But what……What could be more than this? Everything is ready at the click of a mouse No one will speak not even in their own house So they start to forget that they even know the sound Of their voices when they say hey I love you They’re lost in their muses But they’re false and they’re proud Of the things that they think show about them But they really say nothing and I’m feeling quite sad Don’t you know…. You could be so much more I say hold up a fist to the flame in the sky And block out the light that’s reaching for our eyes Cause it would blind us….blind us. Well I’ve stopped taking time out To consider these thoughts And that’s a lie just as true as I like missing shots I’m confused…..I’m lost…..Who I am? We’ll I say hey try me on Maybe we’ll be the best of friends or pass through my life Like a dream through my head Let’s see if…if I can do this… But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time A melody to keep my humming constant I rhythm to set an example for these lungs So I don’t give up and start falling fast asleep A darkness so permanent that eventually I will greet

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC

k-m

Untitled #20

There’s a middle age man he is combing his hair Glares at the mirror for the youth that isn’t there It escaped him like poison and he drank it like wine He never new the consequences at the time Do I know them…..Do I know? So society’s poisoned by the phone and the web Watch the people live their lives without leaving their beds Just a spectacle for our entertainment I start wishing there was more to life than just this But what……What could be more than this? Everything is ready at the click of a mouse No one will speak not even in their own house So they start to forget that they even know the sound Of their voices when they say hey I love you They’re lost in their muses But they’re false and they’re proud Of the things that they think show about them But they really say nothing and I’m feeling quite sad Don’t you know…. You could be so much more I say hold up a fist to the flame in the sky And block out the light that’s reaching for our eyes Cause it would blind us….blind us. Well I’ve stopped taking time out To consider these thoughts And that’s a lie just as true as I like missing shots I’m confused…..I’m lost…..Who I am? We’ll I say hey try me on Maybe we’ll be the best of friends or pass through my life Like a dream through my head Let’s see if…if I can do this… But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time A melody to keep my humming constant I rhythm to set an example for these lungs So I don’t give up and start falling fast asleep A darkness so permanent that eventually I will greet

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Cashier’s line, foot tapping, texting, heavy sigh The steady beep of the checkout The kid in the baseball cap in front of me His headphones don’t contain the music “I don’t wanna be a solider mamma, I don’t wanna die” The bus whines as the light shifts from yellow to red A woman coughs, violently choking on years of tar, she looks around anxiously And rights herself with a casual flick of her cigarette A couple briefcases walk by, donning blazers and red ties “Ya gotta be the best if ya wanna make it there. Brilliant! Boom boom boom!” A woman sits inside a cafe, the spot where people do their people watching Instead her infant captures her attention, cooing at the pink bundle in the stroller “Yes you are the cuuutest little thing aren’t you, aren’t you?” A man flicks his wrist to glimpse the time while he pumps gas Silent, wanting to be elsewhere, that’s why he’s filling up his tank A swarm of tourists, each waiting for the others to advance so that they might ****** the prime spot for a photograph Their voices melt into one excited static Cars honking at bicyclists and bicyclists yelling at pedestrians who yell at bicyclists The river flowing quickly beneath my feet planted on the bridge The Earth alive, rotating beneath the river The Earth hurtling through the galaxy, through the universe A passerby scolds me for not moving Hurrying along

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC

k-m

Untitled #19

Cashier’s line, foot tapping, texting, heavy sigh The steady beep of the checkout The kid in the baseball cap in front of me His headphones don’t contain the music “I don’t wanna be a solider mamma, I don’t wanna die” The bus whines as the light shifts from yellow to red A woman coughs, violently choking on years of tar, she looks around anxiously And rights herself with a casual flick of her cigarette A couple briefcases walk by, donning blazers and red ties “Ya gotta be the best if ya wanna make it there. Brilliant! Boom boom boom!” A woman sits inside a cafe, the spot where people do their people watching Instead her infant captures her attention, cooing at the pink bundle in the stroller “Yes you are the cuuutest little thing aren’t you, aren’t you?” A man flicks his wrist to glimpse the time while he pumps gas Silent, wanting to be elsewhere, that’s why he’s filling up his tank A swarm of tourists, each waiting for the others to advance so that they might ****** the prime spot for a photograph Their voices melt into one excited static Cars honking at bicyclists and bicyclists yelling at pedestrians who yell at bicyclists The river flowing quickly beneath my feet planted on the bridge The Earth alive, rotating beneath the river The Earth hurtling through the galaxy, through the universe A passerby scolds me for not moving Hurrying along

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The hands that mold us I am clay They could smash me into the table Kneading out the unwanted Shape me into whatever they thought Suited Adding bits, scraping others away An amorphous thing, waiting to become art I was almost complete But the artist thought better Gently my walls collapsed Once again I became a handful of earth Starting over I was fired once A low heat More set, you can’t make Major changes But additions, adjustments The sculptor waits Pondering carefully The steps to come

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC

k-m

Pottery

The hands that mold us I am clay They could smash me into the table Kneading out the unwanted Shape me into whatever they thought Suited Adding bits, scraping others away An amorphous thing, waiting to become art I was almost complete But the artist thought better Gently my walls collapsed Once again I became a handful of earth Starting over I was fired once A low heat More set, you can’t make Major changes But additions, adjustments The sculptor waits Pondering carefully The steps to come

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The color made his eyes dance A trick of the light, for certain How they shown He took such care Folding and pressing A stack of buttons And collars And sleeves

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC

k-m

Untitled #18

The color made his eyes dance A trick of the light, for certain How they shown He took such care Folding and pressing A stack of buttons And collars And sleeves

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I used to dream of ice cream, toy stores roller coasters and Star Wars It’s just dregs now, bitter A nightmare, Twitter I dream of my mother scolding Being more than senseless, molding My father at his cruelest Exaggerations, clueless My little brother stolen my arms not strong enough to hold him Running, searching, groping Falling into the ocean Gasping, reaching for the rungs Water filling my lungs Great depths Unknown wrecks Sunk ships misery No buoyancy Car accidents Missed tests Broken hearts Fire starts A gunman in the classroom A sudden crass boom Glass flying through the air People screaming, nothing there

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC

k-m

Nightmares

I used to dream of ice cream, toy stores roller coasters and Star Wars It’s just dregs now, bitter A nightmare, Twitter I dream of my mother scolding Being more than senseless, molding My father at his cruelest Exaggerations, clueless My little brother stolen my arms not strong enough to hold him Running, searching, groping Falling into the ocean Gasping, reaching for the rungs Water filling my lungs Great depths Unknown wrecks Sunk ships misery No buoyancy Car accidents Missed tests Broken hearts Fire starts A gunman in the classroom A sudden crass boom Glass flying through the air People screaming, nothing there

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By the handful the liquid appears colorless But a quick glance across the rippled surface convinces you it is blue Cold water surrounds me as I descend Gazing upwards as I take my seat on the floor People seem to be flying, a butterfly, though it isn’t true I know about buoyancy, I know they are merely supported by the water As long as they keep pushing their way through, they’ll move The waves on the surface distort my vision More than I originally thought The light moves more slowly through the water Granted I can’t perceive the lag That little kid running along the pool deck The action happening maybe nanoseconds, probably smaller Before I was able to begin perceiving it With the same idea I could look into the sky tonight and pick a star It may very well have died, a fiery hell or a disappointing fizzle Millions of years ago. My lungs ache I push off the floor, relief when my head breaks the surface Gasping

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC

k-m

Untitled #15

By the handful the liquid appears colorless But a quick glance across the rippled surface convinces you it is blue Cold water surrounds me as I descend Gazing upwards as I take my seat on the floor People seem to be flying, a butterfly, though it isn’t true I know about buoyancy, I know they are merely supported by the water As long as they keep pushing their way through, they’ll move The waves on the surface distort my vision More than I originally thought The light moves more slowly through the water Granted I can’t perceive the lag That little kid running along the pool deck The action happening maybe nanoseconds, probably smaller Before I was able to begin perceiving it With the same idea I could look into the sky tonight and pick a star It may very well have died, a fiery hell or a disappointing fizzle Millions of years ago. My lungs ache I push off the floor, relief when my head breaks the surface Gasping

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It’s peach tea Spring time Sitting against the wall, knees bent Waiting A shadow Relief. Synthetic oil So the car will steer Nasty stuff Stains my fingers Mindless driving Familiar streets Returning. Dishes piled in the sink Shoes scattered in the foyer Stacks on papers On the floor Ready to be unattended to Scolding and slamming doors Rolling eyes, heavy sighs Home. The senior prom Football games Sleepovers, gossip tongues Varsity jackets, the play, the game The boyfriend, the best friend Detention, hooky Never happened.

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC

k-m

Untitled #17

It’s peach tea Spring time Sitting against the wall, knees bent Waiting A shadow Relief. Synthetic oil So the car will steer Nasty stuff Stains my fingers Mindless driving Familiar streets Returning. Dishes piled in the sink Shoes scattered in the foyer Stacks on papers On the floor Ready to be unattended to Scolding and slamming doors Rolling eyes, heavy sighs Home. The senior prom Football games Sleepovers, gossip tongues Varsity jackets, the play, the game The boyfriend, the best friend Detention, hooky Never happened.

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Slowly but surely Sip after sip I’m coming around Start to forget Your face and you number And the house where you live

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC