kyle-henderson - Hello Poetry

Right around midnight the rain dropped, The water painted the pavement with street lights and fluorescent hotel signs. Thick air rose from the summer heat ground, Slowing down the this way and that way late night left overs of the sun soaked day. Dashing from bars and gas stations or slipping down the boulevard protected by polka dot umbrellas. White light counts in the righteous thunder as it bellows over expensive apartment buildings 1..2..3..4.. CRASH The aroma of a wet city breaks my concentration, all I can do is breathe and watch and wonder. Every drop of rain makes an impression and I appreciate them all. Natures impromptu multi media arts extravaganza, Free admittance as long as you don't mind getting wet

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May 8, 2013

May 8, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC

kyle-henderson

Cosmo-logical

Right around midnight the rain dropped, The water painted the pavement with street lights and fluorescent hotel signs. Thick air rose from the summer heat ground, Slowing down the this way and that way late night left overs of the sun soaked day. Dashing from bars and gas stations or slipping down the boulevard protected by polka dot umbrellas. White light counts in the righteous thunder as it bellows over expensive apartment buildings 1..2..3..4.. CRASH The aroma of a wet city breaks my concentration, all I can do is breathe and watch and wonder. Every drop of rain makes an impression and I appreciate them all. Natures impromptu multi media arts extravaganza, Free admittance as long as you don't mind getting wet

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The thankful eat what they can, The never enoughs send back every plate People need people Masters need servants Servants don't need masters The wants have because they have wants, Beggars can't choose but they don't choose to beg

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May 8, 2013

May 8, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC

kyle-henderson

The incomplete story of the poor and the rich

The thankful eat what they can, The never enoughs send back every plate People need people Masters need servants Servants don't need masters The wants have because they have wants, Beggars can't choose but they don't choose to beg

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Half hearted At least it keeps a beat I miss your mannerisms and streetwise feet Thankful to be thankful at least we have a lead Pointing north or nowhere it's our choice to perceive Walk on sand turning to rock Rock to land a grass to frolick in Thankful for the chance to have this dance I'd let you go if you promise to come back Don't define yourself with your own mind let the season persuade you to keep god on your side Sit with me in this undulating sea of concret and center of the continent tides Roll with me in the green grass of waves that splash us by never get us wet Say thanks to the Sidewalks and their separation from the street

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Mar 14, 2013

Mar 14, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

2 for 1 special

Half hearted At least it keeps a beat I miss your mannerisms and streetwise feet Thankful to be thankful at least we have a lead Pointing north or nowhere it's our choice to perceive Walk on sand turning to rock Rock to land a grass to frolick in Thankful for the chance to have this dance I'd let you go if you promise to come back Don't define yourself with your own mind let the season persuade you to keep god on your side Sit with me in this undulating sea of concret and center of the continent tides Roll with me in the green grass of waves that splash us by never get us wet Say thanks to the Sidewalks and their separation from the street

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I wanted to hold you babe you know it's true But when I wanted to hold you You never had a clue Now you want my hand I'd like to give it to you But I met someone else and she knows me better than you do Bad timing poor luck missed the bus got hit by a truck Now we're at a cross roads neither of us is to blame someday down the line maybe our drums will beat the same Cause babe I wanted to hold you Now you want the same Always with someonelese now you know the burnin in my brain There's time for dreaming missing out on life's ***** games It was no fun seming like we were on the same page The tables have turned darling new time clocks been set I've always loved you don't worry that's not a threat

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

Found on a Dusty shelf

I wanted to hold you babe you know it's true But when I wanted to hold you You never had a clue Now you want my hand I'd like to give it to you But I met someone else and she knows me better than you do Bad timing poor luck missed the bus got hit by a truck Now we're at a cross roads neither of us is to blame someday down the line maybe our drums will beat the same Cause babe I wanted to hold you Now you want the same Always with someonelese now you know the burnin in my brain There's time for dreaming missing out on life's ***** games It was no fun seming like we were on the same page The tables have turned darling new time clocks been set I've always loved you don't worry that's not a threat

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The queen in the castle wants to be like everyone else Everyone wants to be the queen Happiness can be bought And frequently is by the normal people, the ones not fit for ruling. Filling their apartments with appointments Building two room castles TVs nightstands paintings books clothes china Store bought elegance in place of gold plated mirrors and servants The queen is confused that anyone would want to be her. Everyone else can't understand why she doesn't want to be queen

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Jan 4, 2013

Jan 4, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

Disposition

The queen in the castle wants to be like everyone else Everyone wants to be the queen Happiness can be bought And frequently is by the normal people, the ones not fit for ruling. Filling their apartments with appointments Building two room castles TVs nightstands paintings books clothes china Store bought elegance in place of gold plated mirrors and servants The queen is confused that anyone would want to be her. Everyone else can't understand why she doesn't want to be queen

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Help she cried but the sound never left her head Shed grown Tired of living with the sleep walking dead Her heart was in a different place than her body and her body didnt feel connected to her heard Minutes counted in hours passing Like a time elapsed flower blooming The bottles went up the bottles went down She couldn't stop the spin of the world so she laid on the ground Woke in the morning with a burning and a cry but by the time she opened her mouth to say anything all that would come out was a sigh Maybe tomorrow or the month after that her heart would be warm again instead of the solid sound of a heart rate gone flat

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Dec 26, 2012

Dec 26, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

Someone close to you

Help she cried but the sound never left her head Shed grown Tired of living with the sleep walking dead Her heart was in a different place than her body and her body didnt feel connected to her heard Minutes counted in hours passing Like a time elapsed flower blooming The bottles went up the bottles went down She couldn't stop the spin of the world so she laid on the ground Woke in the morning with a burning and a cry but by the time she opened her mouth to say anything all that would come out was a sigh Maybe tomorrow or the month after that her heart would be warm again instead of the solid sound of a heart rate gone flat

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Locked in bed stomach in my throat Empty in my head Prisoner to a parasite Picked up on a late night Throwing up nothing but wicked thoughts and forcing blood to the thin barrier of skin A living sack keeping my life in Though id rather it just let out give up give in fade from the sun and find eternal delight in knowing nothing and giving up on life Not giving in, no suicide isnt an option, just a dream of dreaming eternal Thinking would be over Caring would be done Wanting would be a memory Needing would be a foreign feeling It's an option and that's fine if it wasn't I'd feel trapped and really want to die ( I love life don't get me wrong, some days though could be skipped)

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Dec 16, 2012

Dec 16, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

A poem from a sick head and diseased body

Locked in bed stomach in my throat Empty in my head Prisoner to a parasite Picked up on a late night Throwing up nothing but wicked thoughts and forcing blood to the thin barrier of skin A living sack keeping my life in Though id rather it just let out give up give in fade from the sun and find eternal delight in knowing nothing and giving up on life Not giving in, no suicide isnt an option, just a dream of dreaming eternal Thinking would be over Caring would be done Wanting would be a memory Needing would be a foreign feeling It's an option and that's fine if it wasn't I'd feel trapped and really want to die ( I love life don't get me wrong, some days though could be skipped)

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Have we entered radio silence again? When will I get a telegram that says your back to stay for more than a day? ill sit around and while away the hours paint transparent flowers fill warm baths with cold showers climb to the top of two story towers jump and land on my feet I wish I had been born a beatnik living street wise with feet quick hop on a main vein train and ride it to the pacific forget all the specifics and just be Learn to breath the salty water Swim with her like an unborn daughter Yesterday I had my eyes on tomorrow Tomorrow ill dream of yesterday And hope for a telegram Coming my way

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Dec 9, 2012

Dec 9, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

Vagabondage

Have we entered radio silence again? When will I get a telegram that says your back to stay for more than a day? ill sit around and while away the hours paint transparent flowers fill warm baths with cold showers climb to the top of two story towers jump and land on my feet I wish I had been born a beatnik living street wise with feet quick hop on a main vein train and ride it to the pacific forget all the specifics and just be Learn to breath the salty water Swim with her like an unborn daughter Yesterday I had my eyes on tomorrow Tomorrow ill dream of yesterday And hope for a telegram Coming my way

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He kicked over the cup cursed himself It was the end of the dark green bottlei A new stain for the carpet, a constellation of spills Blood ***** and liquids Walk to the train take the ride downtown Missing old friends Maybe a few are around Most have moved off to a sunny seaside town The fireman wail past toward an unknown fire He follows the sounds and flashing light To the heat and the light of fire in night It's an apartment building Breathing flames Looking at the destruction Makes him thankful for the carpet stains

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Dec 5, 2012

Dec 5, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

Passing time

He kicked over the cup cursed himself It was the end of the dark green bottlei A new stain for the carpet, a constellation of spills Blood ***** and liquids Walk to the train take the ride downtown Missing old friends Maybe a few are around Most have moved off to a sunny seaside town The fireman wail past toward an unknown fire He follows the sounds and flashing light To the heat and the light of fire in night It's an apartment building Breathing flames Looking at the destruction Makes him thankful for the carpet stains

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make up your mind like your bed and maybe sleep for once wash the dirt from your face you look better when i can see the smiles the world tries to hide love yourself and maybe find flight your smiles fake now but its ivory white human light house beacon in the night direct me to your shore so i can sleep

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Oct 21, 2012

Oct 21, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC

kyle-henderson

kicked in the face (false teeth blues)

make up your mind like your bed and maybe sleep for once wash the dirt from your face you look better when i can see the smiles the world tries to hide love yourself and maybe find flight your smiles fake now but its ivory white human light house beacon in the night direct me to your shore so i can sleep

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