kiagen-mcginnis - Hello Poetry

you're too drunk to touch me and my softness is wasted without your hands reaching absently.

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May 22, 2014

May 22, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC

you're too drunk to touch me and my softness is wasted without your hands reaching absently.

the kind of sad that doesn’t fit anywhere. mine to keep. the world lets so many ugly things exist i’ll never learn to talk, words come only when i’m the solitary witness it’s not your fault, it’s nobody’s fault our parents could have taught us but the ugly keeps them quiet who wants to speak of that? you say you are weak and i think of all the times you were my steadiness. i hate these tears because they make you ache you are too good for the ugly.

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC

open, closed

the kind of sad that doesn’t fit anywhere. mine to keep. the world lets so many ugly things exist i’ll never learn to talk, words come only when i’m the solitary witness it’s not your fault, it’s nobody’s fault our parents could have taught us but the ugly keeps them quiet who wants to speak of that? you say you are weak and i think of all the times you were my steadiness. i hate these tears because they make you ache you are too good for the ugly.

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oh, i’m not going to be happy ever and i’m doomed to be divorced because i don’t want to be swaddled in your sugar coated comfort blanket ? i’m sorry that you believe love is only true if you suppress all of your satisfying, swelling feelings until the day someone wants to reproduce with you and that you have to cover your most tender, lovely parts in ugly underwear and that on your wedding night both of you will look the other way it’s unfortunate that your God only likes you if you give him all your money and hate the right things and that your life is a dichotomy of knowing you are superior to everyone who didn’t happen to grow up with your doctrine pinned to their shirt & knowing that if you don’t color inside of religion’s lines just so you’ll never be good enough for salvation and what if that still, small voice is actually doubt and you spend your entire human existence trying to prove it wrong by passive-agressively pushing your fear towards others it’s sad that you’ll make yourself small for a potential outcome while i’ll grow, grow, grow because i am boundless you are too, but you don’t know it so you’ll pollute your potential with petty judgments yes, there’s a (pretty) ******* ring in my nose and some (meaningful) ******* ink on my skin and your son and i (beautifully) **** each other i am no less and no more than you are your high horse has wobbly legs and thanks but i will determine my own happiness.

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Jan 21, 2013

Jan 21, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC

get over yourself. and drink a ******* cup of coffee while you're at it.

oh, i’m not going to be happy ever and i’m doomed to be divorced because i don’t want to be swaddled in your sugar coated comfort blanket ? i’m sorry that you believe love is only true if you suppress all of your satisfying, swelling feelings until the day someone wants to reproduce with you and that you have to cover your most tender, lovely parts in ugly underwear and that on your wedding night both of you will look the other way it’s unfortunate that your God only likes you if you give him all your money and hate the right things and that your life is a dichotomy of knowing you are superior to everyone who didn’t happen to grow up with your doctrine pinned to their shirt & knowing that if you don’t color inside of religion’s lines just so you’ll never be good enough for salvation and what if that still, small voice is actually doubt and you spend your entire human existence trying to prove it wrong by passive-agressively pushing your fear towards others it’s sad that you’ll make yourself small for a potential outcome while i’ll grow, grow, grow because i am boundless you are too, but you don’t know it so you’ll pollute your potential with petty judgments yes, there’s a (pretty) ******* ring in my nose and some (meaningful) ******* ink on my skin and your son and i (beautifully) **** each other i am no less and no more than you are your high horse has wobbly legs and thanks but i will determine my own happiness.

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light autumn rain drops the tiniest kisses smear the words being delicately written: "i would do literally anything for you"

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Oct 22, 2012

Oct 22, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC

7 months

light autumn rain drops the tiniest kisses smear the words being delicately written: "i would do literally anything for you"

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if i were pregnant, i would never wear a shirt so everyone could see i don't know why i thought of that as i was talking you to sleep, i thought it and didn't say it and then heard you say, 'i want you always' so quiet i could hear your eyelashes scraping against my skin your breath is the forest and i think about when walking and smoking and trying to find new things in the same. remember the first time we touched each other? now sometimes i feel guilty for taking up all the happy, especially when you put your lips a half second away from mine and the tiny things mean everything.

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Oct 10, 2012

Oct 10, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC

mumbles

if i were pregnant, i would never wear a shirt so everyone could see i don't know why i thought of that as i was talking you to sleep, i thought it and didn't say it and then heard you say, 'i want you always' so quiet i could hear your eyelashes scraping against my skin your breath is the forest and i think about when walking and smoking and trying to find new things in the same. remember the first time we touched each other? now sometimes i feel guilty for taking up all the happy, especially when you put your lips a half second away from mine and the tiny things mean everything.

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the walls are bleeding and my fingers are melting into your skin. on the back porch, the sky is voluptuous with rain and i’m crying because everything is electric and so, so beautiful you give me one of those hugs that makes every bone in my back pop into place and then say, i’ll never hurt you it’s amazing how you can let go and feel safe standing in the wet street, my feet are muddy and i know the moon is shining on my bare legs even though when i look in the sky there is only lightening

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Sep 4, 2012

Sep 4, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC

blue moon

the walls are bleeding and my fingers are melting into your skin. on the back porch, the sky is voluptuous with rain and i’m crying because everything is electric and so, so beautiful you give me one of those hugs that makes every bone in my back pop into place and then say, i’ll never hurt you it’s amazing how you can let go and feel safe standing in the wet street, my feet are muddy and i know the moon is shining on my bare legs even though when i look in the sky there is only lightening

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it's just that when we are laying in the crumpled sheets and your belly is folded into my back like the tide folds into the sand i keep thinking: this is the most important art i'll ever make

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Aug 23, 2012

Aug 23, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC

life calling

it's just that when we are laying in the crumpled sheets and your belly is folded into my back like the tide folds into the sand i keep thinking: this is the most important art i'll ever make

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happiness is a slant of sunshine that only grazes my cheek when i'm with you, darling.

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Aug 23, 2012

Aug 23, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC

the hottest summer

happiness is a slant of sunshine that only grazes my cheek when i'm with you, darling.

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i want to know what makes people drift so that i can blow kisses at them and go the opposite direction.

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Jul 21, 2012

Jul 21, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC

closer

i want to know what makes people drift so that i can blow kisses at them and go the opposite direction.

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my heart missed the lesson on holding back so i swallowed my pride and got indigestion i'll tell you in the smallest ways until the right way comes to me, i'll leave you notes in obscure places and kiss your feet you are the butterfly branched from the moth,,, and you are worth the wait.

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Jul 5, 2012

Jul 5, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC

patience

my heart missed the lesson on holding back so i swallowed my pride and got indigestion i'll tell you in the smallest ways until the right way comes to me, i'll leave you notes in obscure places and kiss your feet you are the butterfly branched from the moth,,, and you are worth the wait.

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