kingofCarexflowers - Hello Poetry

Lasers don't always hurt you when they touch your skin, I learned that the other day, A wave of light, pushed through a filter that dissects, or atleast that's what Grace says.

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC

50 mW

Lasers don't always hurt you when they touch your skin, I learned that the other day, A wave of light, pushed through a filter that dissects, or atleast that's what Grace says.

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I wake up and see the light of the world in my son, tinged with golden waves of orange and amber, caressed in the luck of nine lives, I remember when you opened my world, fierce hunter.

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Aug 30, 2019

Aug 30, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC

Ever Flowing August Always My Son

I wake up and see the light of the world in my son, tinged with golden waves of orange and amber, caressed in the luck of nine lives, I remember when you opened my world, fierce hunter.

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starry eyed dew, amber chamomile, a mixed american short hair trying to climb on our 111 inch wide window seal, faint venation, opposite leaves, we close the curtain, destroying everything we've seen.

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Aug 30, 2019

Aug 30, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC

Sylvia

starry eyed dew, amber chamomile, a mixed american short hair trying to climb on our 111 inch wide window seal, faint venation, opposite leaves, we close the curtain, destroying everything we've seen.

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Please, don't get too close to me. I need at least 5 feet to breath, I sway my arms way to wide, I promise, it isn't a good time. I hate to let people touch me, every tip burns, I want to love everything, I just don't want to cry. It's hard for me to accept, how many people care about me, how much I have meant to others, especially when I put so much distance, between one another.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC

Distance has always been my closest friend

Please, don't get too close to me. I need at least 5 feet to breath, I sway my arms way to wide, I promise, it isn't a good time. I hate to let people touch me, every tip burns, I want to love everything, I just don't want to cry. It's hard for me to accept, how many people care about me, how much I have meant to others, especially when I put so much distance, between one another.

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I'll drink tea with my feelings, make a pie with my sadness, invite over joy for a drink, spend time crying with anger. I'll fall in a pile of leaves with surprise, wrap shock up in the night, tell pain to have a wonderful day, help loneliness with the groceries. I love my whole self. I hope you do too.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC

blegh, emotions

I'll drink tea with my feelings, make a pie with my sadness, invite over joy for a drink, spend time crying with anger. I'll fall in a pile of leaves with surprise, wrap shock up in the night, tell pain to have a wonderful day, help loneliness with the groceries. I love my whole self. I hope you do too.

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I find myself opening my arms to the sky, for rain to come, I would surely hope, an everlasting flow, the ground to swell. And the ground would grow, puff it's chest, the sounds of brown sugar crumbling away, for the first leaves of seeds. "I am not in the business of growing bare, my surface to hard to let go. Instead I want to flourish, wrapping my leaves in everyone I love and know."

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC

Flourish

I find myself opening my arms to the sky, for rain to come, I would surely hope, an everlasting flow, the ground to swell. And the ground would grow, puff it's chest, the sounds of brown sugar crumbling away, for the first leaves of seeds. "I am not in the business of growing bare, my surface to hard to let go. Instead I want to flourish, wrapping my leaves in everyone I love and know."

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I am tired of finding pleasure, in the cup of my hand, in running away, from an awful man. I can't believe, how much time has passed. on my own finding pleasure, I know it won't last. I know what I want, how to get there, I have the drive, but I can't last. I don't what I need to do, I am at an impasse.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC

I found pleasure

I am tired of finding pleasure, in the cup of my hand, in running away, from an awful man. I can't believe, how much time has passed. on my own finding pleasure, I know it won't last. I know what I want, how to get there, I have the drive, but I can't last. I don't what I need to do, I am at an impasse.

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I was made of discarded peach pits that fall along the sides of garbage cans at gas stations, made up of crying on the front door steps when I was 9 because my brother wasn't on the bus with me, made up of the same swampy goo that creates the bogs and swamps and marshes I hope to spend the rest of my life, made up or every **** moment I remember sleeping and waking up at 3 am and wondering why god.

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Jun 26, 2019

Jun 26, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC

peachy

I was made of discarded peach pits that fall along the sides of garbage cans at gas stations, made up of crying on the front door steps when I was 9 because my brother wasn't on the bus with me, made up of the same swampy goo that creates the bogs and swamps and marshes I hope to spend the rest of my life, made up or every **** moment I remember sleeping and waking up at 3 am and wondering why god.

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I used to hate waking up in the middle of the night, the gentle glow of a snore resonating from two pipes, would shake me as my eyes would close, but now during the rest of the days, you know mon-thurs, I find that my ears can't take it, they are tired of being lonely, scared of not being held by the gentle whisk of a growl, sad that your half of the bed is being held up, by 107 miles that separate my ears from you nose.

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Jun 18, 2019

Jun 18, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC

Sometimes it's hard to sleep at night.

I used to hate waking up in the middle of the night, the gentle glow of a snore resonating from two pipes, would shake me as my eyes would close, but now during the rest of the days, you know mon-thurs, I find that my ears can't take it, they are tired of being lonely, scared of not being held by the gentle whisk of a growl, sad that your half of the bed is being held up, by 107 miles that separate my ears from you nose.

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I feel trees come out of the base of each spinal column, When I creek in the morning a thousand nesting birds sing for my arrival, my vascular cambium fillls its lungs with life and breathes it out too, my only hope is that fire comes and clears the understory for my seeds.

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Jun 9, 2019

Jun 9, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC

Serotiny

I feel trees come out of the base of each spinal column, When I creek in the morning a thousand nesting birds sing for my arrival, my vascular cambium fillls its lungs with life and breathes it out too, my only hope is that fire comes and clears the understory for my seeds.

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