kiersten-cosgrove - Hello Poetry

I had a nightmare There were Al-Qaeda babies crawling in my room With turbans on their heads I know it sounds racist, it's awful, totally sick but you gotta believe me These Johnny Jihads were glowing in the dark And I sensed bombs in their brains, saying gooooo geeeee gaaaa-gaaaa! I've never been so terrified in my life I had to leap over them, they were so ******* real Any moment they'd explode in a thin blood step of suicide and Al-Qaeda day care It wasn't just that I knew the evil they'd become Let me tell you how I got in this awful mess I had this crazy idea about confronting evil Rwanda, genocide, all that **** In all the books I could find I thought I could make peace with the world If I just cried my guts out ship-wreck some snot mess, you know what I mean Well, I guess the joke's on me I needed a nightmare to tell me There's no truth in evil There's nothing to find When it's all an illusion to begin with Just like that nightmare What a lesson that was. I'll always remember those Al-Qaeda babies They really saved my life As twisted as that sounds It's true And yes, it's a true story If you don't believe me... Then God help you, And you'll meet those Al-Qaeda babies.

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May 24, 2013

May 24, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC

kiersten-cosgrove

Al-Qaeda Babies

I had a nightmare There were Al-Qaeda babies crawling in my room With turbans on their heads I know it sounds racist, it's awful, totally sick but you gotta believe me These Johnny Jihads were glowing in the dark And I sensed bombs in their brains, saying gooooo geeeee gaaaa-gaaaa! I've never been so terrified in my life I had to leap over them, they were so ******* real Any moment they'd explode in a thin blood step of suicide and Al-Qaeda day care It wasn't just that I knew the evil they'd become Let me tell you how I got in this awful mess I had this crazy idea about confronting evil Rwanda, genocide, all that **** In all the books I could find I thought I could make peace with the world If I just cried my guts out ship-wreck some snot mess, you know what I mean Well, I guess the joke's on me I needed a nightmare to tell me There's no truth in evil There's nothing to find When it's all an illusion to begin with Just like that nightmare What a lesson that was. I'll always remember those Al-Qaeda babies They really saved my life As twisted as that sounds It's true And yes, it's a true story If you don't believe me... Then God help you, And you'll meet those Al-Qaeda babies.

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Those guns were a lullaby to the world you left behind. “Life’s too short if you ask for mercy. Because dying never ends,” you said Like a whisper too late We're all bombs in reverse than can be seen from outer space The world is a firing gun-- "My pain is my defiance. It's no longer a scar," you said close to death, The riot ate us alive And I believed you. I really did. Everyone's holding onto the world like it was a grenade tied to their veins Voices, tiny earthquakes, all their hopes and fears that might send the sky to blow It was left to burn in slow-motion riddles. a long winding road of the torn up lives that were left behind I felt your sound Like a whisper too late "Your heart is eternal as the sky--even as you feel it breaking." My tears falling wind chimes -- they left a presence in the air And I believed you. I believed you. I really did When your voice was the last bomb that I ever felt. In the instant I knew My soul broke the sound barrier And I was home in the fire I swore that I must've heard "Madness is the god." "Sanity is a lie." "Love is the truth." That only the fire could ever find. Things that only death could ever speak of.

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May 23, 2013

May 23, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC

kiersten-cosgrove

Bomb in Reverse

Those guns were a lullaby to the world you left behind. “Life’s too short if you ask for mercy. Because dying never ends,” you said Like a whisper too late We're all bombs in reverse than can be seen from outer space The world is a firing gun-- "My pain is my defiance. It's no longer a scar," you said close to death, The riot ate us alive And I believed you. I really did. Everyone's holding onto the world like it was a grenade tied to their veins Voices, tiny earthquakes, all their hopes and fears that might send the sky to blow It was left to burn in slow-motion riddles. a long winding road of the torn up lives that were left behind I felt your sound Like a whisper too late "Your heart is eternal as the sky--even as you feel it breaking." My tears falling wind chimes -- they left a presence in the air And I believed you. I believed you. I really did When your voice was the last bomb that I ever felt. In the instant I knew My soul broke the sound barrier And I was home in the fire I swore that I must've heard "Madness is the god." "Sanity is a lie." "Love is the truth." That only the fire could ever find. Things that only death could ever speak of.

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My love you are the religion of bones a secret language tossed in the drums of their vision and oracle-- etched porcelain white in search of their Creator. You reconnect to the life giving waters calling from towers. pale fate, tiny atoms that crystallize you into being on the chance of colliding fire, hot comets a shroud of voices from the same body of darkness touch the origins to your life in the sweeping winds that grazes your skin like ghostly figures on the rise of the moon --still a part of you-- even as you fade.

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC

kiersten-cosgrove

Don't Fade Away

My love you are the religion of bones a secret language tossed in the drums of their vision and oracle-- etched porcelain white in search of their Creator. You reconnect to the life giving waters calling from towers. pale fate, tiny atoms that crystallize you into being on the chance of colliding fire, hot comets a shroud of voices from the same body of darkness touch the origins to your life in the sweeping winds that grazes your skin like ghostly figures on the rise of the moon --still a part of you-- even as you fade.

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Let’s say that time and grief are jealous lovers who secretly long for one other so they dig their claws fighting each other within our very souls twisting the body, all sense of self. Maybe you’d go insane if you measured the duration of time with your scars if the body feels like the shadow of someone else’s memory So they wait to forgive each other, expecting each other to speak to another and once they do it’s all in riddles because a simple answer doesn’t exist and will never be found. In their kisses they stole lives They stole hearts from the sky. "Oh, but I can never breath without your unknowing," they say returning to each others arms. Feeling death in the silence that's their only knife's repair, And all they can say is, "your the last of my dreams. You're my fading melody." She asks, "then what does the moonlight sound like? Is it your love?" He replies, "It's your pain, my love. Always, forever. I'll never leave you. I'm not that kind of lover. So Don't be afraid. You'll never be alone. You're the reason I live. You're the reason I die."

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC

kiersten-cosgrove

Dark Passage

Let’s say that time and grief are jealous lovers who secretly long for one other so they dig their claws fighting each other within our very souls twisting the body, all sense of self. Maybe you’d go insane if you measured the duration of time with your scars if the body feels like the shadow of someone else’s memory So they wait to forgive each other, expecting each other to speak to another and once they do it’s all in riddles because a simple answer doesn’t exist and will never be found. In their kisses they stole lives They stole hearts from the sky. "Oh, but I can never breath without your unknowing," they say returning to each others arms. Feeling death in the silence that's their only knife's repair, And all they can say is, "your the last of my dreams. You're my fading melody." She asks, "then what does the moonlight sound like? Is it your love?" He replies, "It's your pain, my love. Always, forever. I'll never leave you. I'm not that kind of lover. So Don't be afraid. You'll never be alone. You're the reason I live. You're the reason I die."

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The cannibal is thirsty for a flesh martini Dabs of salt here and there On tongue and ocean groin The ********* is hungry To be the tender olive Eaten very slowly Lick the ****** pleasures Of each other's knife kiss Maternal affections pouring open by God's rage They are shelter Ignition To each other's demons wonderfully delicious as frosting or whipped cream They are rare fruit, indeed What are the odds of them finding each other? Just goes to show, my lonely lovers There's someone for everyone You too Will find Your soul mate Someday just as the blood Will eventually Drip from the cannibal's smiling mouth Oh my love, you are my yummy chicken bone dipped in your sauce "Ahhhhh...." he says "This must be love."

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Mar 27, 2013

Mar 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC

kiersten-cosgrove

Cannibal Love

The cannibal is thirsty for a flesh martini Dabs of salt here and there On tongue and ocean groin The ********* is hungry To be the tender olive Eaten very slowly Lick the ****** pleasures Of each other's knife kiss Maternal affections pouring open by God's rage They are shelter Ignition To each other's demons wonderfully delicious as frosting or whipped cream They are rare fruit, indeed What are the odds of them finding each other? Just goes to show, my lonely lovers There's someone for everyone You too Will find Your soul mate Someday just as the blood Will eventually Drip from the cannibal's smiling mouth Oh my love, you are my yummy chicken bone dipped in your sauce "Ahhhhh...." he says "This must be love."

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