kylia - Hello Poetry

Vad var det vi sa när vi sträckte ut våra armar Vad var det vi sa när vi två tittade ut ifrån berget Vad var när vi skrek när drommar bar oss bortom stan Å, en dag ska vi härifrån Och vis ska slåss Ja, vi ska slåss mot goliat Så tror på mig, för jag vet att du är modigast // What was it that we said, when we threw our arms up against the wind What was is that we said, when we watched, hand-in-hand, from the mountaintop What was it that we shouted, when our dreams carried us far beyond the city One day, we'll leave this place. So we shall fight Goliath never stood a chance ; Trust me for I am testimony to your courage

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC

Goliath

Vad var det vi sa när vi sträckte ut våra armar Vad var det vi sa när vi två tittade ut ifrån berget Vad var när vi skrek när drommar bar oss bortom stan Å, en dag ska vi härifrån Och vis ska slåss Ja, vi ska slåss mot goliat Så tror på mig, för jag vet att du är modigast // What was it that we said, when we threw our arms up against the wind What was is that we said, when we watched, hand-in-hand, from the mountaintop What was it that we shouted, when our dreams carried us far beyond the city One day, we'll leave this place. So we shall fight Goliath never stood a chance ; Trust me for I am testimony to your courage

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you are addicted to falling, which is to say you exercise mind over matter, a grand reclamation of flesh, is to say you crave an escape from monochromity, into monochromity chase honesty into a corner you howl out Death's name like you mean it. is it too late? when your slippers grow cold but the memory of regret still lingers where it struck you mid- air, regret that wins when you lose yourself to gravity's palm so learn to look down- learn to let go. let ghost

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Mar 23, 2017

Mar 23, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC

the boy who cried wolf

you are addicted to falling, which is to say you exercise mind over matter, a grand reclamation of flesh, is to say you crave an escape from monochromity, into monochromity chase honesty into a corner you howl out Death's name like you mean it. is it too late? when your slippers grow cold but the memory of regret still lingers where it struck you mid- air, regret that wins when you lose yourself to gravity's palm so learn to look down- learn to let go. let ghost

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In case of emergency, place sandals neatly against toilet door. Be sure to turn off all light sources ; the monster exists in the mirror, too. In case of emergency, press palms against tiles, become accustomed to friction. Remember: cold is the least of your worries. In case of emergency, enjoy it, enjoy it, enjoy it. In the event of a fire, try your hardest to access a natural water source. The taps will be too far for your hands to reach In the event of a fire, know that struggling does not relieve the burn. In the event of a fire, wash hands thoroughly, and do not seek help. After all, it is your fault for carrying a match.

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Oct 30, 2016

Oct 30, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC

in case of emergency, remain silent.

In case of emergency, place sandals neatly against toilet door. Be sure to turn off all light sources ; the monster exists in the mirror, too. In case of emergency, press palms against tiles, become accustomed to friction. Remember: cold is the least of your worries. In case of emergency, enjoy it, enjoy it, enjoy it. In the event of a fire, try your hardest to access a natural water source. The taps will be too far for your hands to reach In the event of a fire, know that struggling does not relieve the burn. In the event of a fire, wash hands thoroughly, and do not seek help. After all, it is your fault for carrying a match.

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! the ! ! next act has ! ! started in a tumble ! ! of colours ; the seat ! ! next to me is empty but ! ! she is a million miles ! ! away and nowhere ! ! to be found ! ! - ! | | | | | | | | | | have faith.

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC

Apart(y)

! the ! ! next act has ! ! started in a tumble ! ! of colours ; the seat ! ! next to me is empty but ! ! she is a million miles ! ! away and nowhere ! ! to be found ! ! - ! | | | | | | | | | | have faith.

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sound the horn ; The dead are preparing for war, my gut is a forge they cannot find Who hides Hephaestus' phoenix inside chinks of rattling chainmail ; feather- beak- claw(ing) up gravestones, RIP(ping) breath from Flesh So when the skies tremble to hear the wailing of a burning sun-set ,,, they will ride in, a silent scream of glowing-iron-hell-fire- Hail ::: Daughter of Echidna will You lead us to victory?

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC

Lay another hand on my head again and I'll

sound the horn ; The dead are preparing for war, my gut is a forge they cannot find Who hides Hephaestus' phoenix inside chinks of rattling chainmail ; feather- beak- claw(ing) up gravestones, RIP(ping) breath from Flesh So when the skies tremble to hear the wailing of a burning sun-set ,,, they will ride in, a silent scream of glowing-iron-hell-fire- Hail ::: Daughter of Echidna will You lead us to victory?

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you have always inked your own skies but this time-- this time Sea has engulfed the earth and these is no shore for hope to wash up on the crook of your elbow is a criminal cast of old time's sake and beneath skin-deep smiles each red blood cell drags its own wheelbarrow of rocks the size of teardrops roll down vein-encrusted mountainsides and you think (you know) to yourself: this is the end of the world as you know it. --then a glass ceiling rains down the sun and you pull oxygen; dissociate atoms: the yearning to breathe again you ring the doorbell and step in and something inside me rings as well; loud and clear and joyful and i notice you leave your shoes behind.

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Aug 25, 2016

Aug 25, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC

Don't give in to the slumber

you have always inked your own skies but this time-- this time Sea has engulfed the earth and these is no shore for hope to wash up on the crook of your elbow is a criminal cast of old time's sake and beneath skin-deep smiles each red blood cell drags its own wheelbarrow of rocks the size of teardrops roll down vein-encrusted mountainsides and you think (you know) to yourself: this is the end of the world as you know it. --then a glass ceiling rains down the sun and you pull oxygen; dissociate atoms: the yearning to breathe again you ring the doorbell and step in and something inside me rings as well; loud and clear and joyful and i notice you leave your shoes behind.

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I count: A Silver line(ing) Wait, two. There they bask on top of his head, (Is it just me or is it getting hot in here) Dyed? I inquire. No answer. They lay, black-hole swallowed amongst Livelier, Lonelier, counterparts Youth, I imagine they think To themselves, is a void(ing) Reality. Age is the neon pink vitality of last Chances; they know The average lifespan of their kind: 730 days. --the queue groans forward two steps-- So they shift slightly and give in to an ebony hollow- Ness (cafe) isn't good for your health- I muse an an afterthought. The nest shivers, Rustles as the tree stalks away on neon pink Roots, a beige trunk.

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC

Age

I count: A Silver line(ing) Wait, two. There they bask on top of his head, (Is it just me or is it getting hot in here) Dyed? I inquire. No answer. They lay, black-hole swallowed amongst Livelier, Lonelier, counterparts Youth, I imagine they think To themselves, is a void(ing) Reality. Age is the neon pink vitality of last Chances; they know The average lifespan of their kind: 730 days. --the queue groans forward two steps-- So they shift slightly and give in to an ebony hollow- Ness (cafe) isn't good for your health- I muse an an afterthought. The nest shivers, Rustles as the tree stalks away on neon pink Roots, a beige trunk.

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In another life She would have been born a boy Too late, they'll just try again Pudgy limbs thrashing in water Soon the bucket is silent.

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC

China

In another life She would have been born a boy Too late, they'll just try again Pudgy limbs thrashing in water Soon the bucket is silent.

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Neon lights illuminunate glasses, Getting picked on--screw those ******** We don't worship your filthy pastors In life we'll see who runs the fastest.

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC

Don't underestimate us

Neon lights illuminunate glasses, Getting picked on--screw those ******** We don't worship your filthy pastors In life we'll see who runs the fastest.

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Timid she creeps, painting Sunsets on trees. One by one Burns Leaves Bolder. Fly, fire, fly!

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC

Fall

Timid she creeps, painting Sunsets on trees. One by one Burns Leaves Bolder. Fly, fire, fly!

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