kelsey-williams - Hello Poetry

The clichés crawl in many lines, pouring Out of my eyes and ears, and I think Maybe out my nose, but I’m Really not here enough to tell You are speaking, then crying, and I Can hear yelling too, so I know That you’re clutching your Head and pacing around and thinking too much I do my best to keep the pointy things very Far away and hidden so you will be Safe, good, healthy, and stay alive for Many more years, just because I told you to Years ago in a parked car outside that ****** fast food restaurant I remember You were screaming at me about something That doesn’t mean anything anymore Years ago I was lost and floating in numbers and Lines that had to be parallel and you scooped Me up and carried me away from All the noise and frustration and chaos. Many years ago I was little and you made me Cry very much because you were lost also Only now that I’m older I can see You need someone to scoop you up.

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Feb 16, 2010

Feb 16, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC

Hide the Pointy Things

The clichés crawl in many lines, pouring Out of my eyes and ears, and I think Maybe out my nose, but I’m Really not here enough to tell You are speaking, then crying, and I Can hear yelling too, so I know That you’re clutching your Head and pacing around and thinking too much I do my best to keep the pointy things very Far away and hidden so you will be Safe, good, healthy, and stay alive for Many more years, just because I told you to Years ago in a parked car outside that ****** fast food restaurant I remember You were screaming at me about something That doesn’t mean anything anymore Years ago I was lost and floating in numbers and Lines that had to be parallel and you scooped Me up and carried me away from All the noise and frustration and chaos. Many years ago I was little and you made me Cry very much because you were lost also Only now that I’m older I can see You need someone to scoop you up.

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Walking in the shadows of our youth Such tall shadows And how cold We shiver and shudder and realize the truth Such barren truth And how cruel How pointless it is to wander and stare At the heavens The merciless heavens Who dominate all with a calm, steady glare Oh the heavens The merciless heavens We lay claim to the sorrows that wander down here The sorrows of being The sorrows of age We are granted a sight both foggy and clear We see the end And the end is near.

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC

The Sorrow of Age

Walking in the shadows of our youth Such tall shadows And how cold We shiver and shudder and realize the truth Such barren truth And how cruel How pointless it is to wander and stare At the heavens The merciless heavens Who dominate all with a calm, steady glare Oh the heavens The merciless heavens We lay claim to the sorrows that wander down here The sorrows of being The sorrows of age We are granted a sight both foggy and clear We see the end And the end is near.

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If I am fine Then why I am here? Strung up on The line of my fear Endless reasons Not to breathe I always endure The pythons squeeze If I am alright Then why am I here? Passed out on the Broken pier The pyre angels Sing for me Broken, sleeping Sometimes they scream Perhaps I am twisted Though why am I kind? You say I am poison A poisonous mind A toxic concoction Some wretched possession Foul smelling, rotten An echoing question I think I am faulty A smoking explosion Though carefully sculpted By acid corroded A tremulous wreck Dancing on sand Can’t gain my footing I choke on the plan

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC

Why Am I Here?

If I am fine Then why I am here? Strung up on The line of my fear Endless reasons Not to breathe I always endure The pythons squeeze If I am alright Then why am I here? Passed out on the Broken pier The pyre angels Sing for me Broken, sleeping Sometimes they scream Perhaps I am twisted Though why am I kind? You say I am poison A poisonous mind A toxic concoction Some wretched possession Foul smelling, rotten An echoing question I think I am faulty A smoking explosion Though carefully sculpted By acid corroded A tremulous wreck Dancing on sand Can’t gain my footing I choke on the plan

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Caged by it all The tireless walls Of the days so unbending And the feeling that crawls And the months so unending And the silent eyes of dolls Staring at it all Abandoned shopping malls With the windows all smashed in And the shadows looming tall And childhoods lost again And the crying eyes of dolls Broken by it all Careful not to fall Into the screams unbending And the pain that crawls And the nightmares so unending And the bleeding eyes of dolls.

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC

Eyes of Dolls

Caged by it all The tireless walls Of the days so unbending And the feeling that crawls And the months so unending And the silent eyes of dolls Staring at it all Abandoned shopping malls With the windows all smashed in And the shadows looming tall And childhoods lost again And the crying eyes of dolls Broken by it all Careful not to fall Into the screams unbending And the pain that crawls And the nightmares so unending And the bleeding eyes of dolls.

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Completed, unfinished Meeting, never met Craving the simplest flame The unrequited touch Tender, a sampling Vivacious Do I know you? I would like to I would love to Extinction is near I can smell it The death of the neatly And inky curved letters The excitement Of receiving One day, perhaps already Electric transmission Will monopolize Gone will be The crisp letter Neatly folded, tantalizing Faintly scented, terrifying You and I Always, on and on Forever will exchange The pieces of paper Which to others Mean nothing Yet to us Are the everything of eternity.

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC

Extinction

Completed, unfinished Meeting, never met Craving the simplest flame The unrequited touch Tender, a sampling Vivacious Do I know you? I would like to I would love to Extinction is near I can smell it The death of the neatly And inky curved letters The excitement Of receiving One day, perhaps already Electric transmission Will monopolize Gone will be The crisp letter Neatly folded, tantalizing Faintly scented, terrifying You and I Always, on and on Forever will exchange The pieces of paper Which to others Mean nothing Yet to us Are the everything of eternity.

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