kylin-luna - Hello Poetry

This stale room of grief picking out a coffin, like deciding on a tie or a time to cry. flowers, white coronations, offensively alive I sit on the steps outside, my veins knot tightly, tied. CRASH. one night of lights lifted, music blaring, faces sifting, staining, staring, forever on in the inside of my heart my mind. I know those sounds, like a dream scaly from scratches, horror film inside all from just one ride. close my eyes and crash, fall asleep and crash, laugh and cry, crashing.

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC

CRASH

This stale room of grief picking out a coffin, like deciding on a tie or a time to cry. flowers, white coronations, offensively alive I sit on the steps outside, my veins knot tightly, tied. CRASH. one night of lights lifted, music blaring, faces sifting, staining, staring, forever on in the inside of my heart my mind. I know those sounds, like a dream scaly from scratches, horror film inside all from just one ride. close my eyes and crash, fall asleep and crash, laugh and cry, crashing.

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I love the way you’re feeling on me, and everywhere a winter cold frostbite playing kisses in my eyes instead of this nothing. I reason your name. Its’ an argument about beauty. It’s silvery fists of power. It’s nowhere’s map A blue page torn from my fingers I know you.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC

Blue Page

I love the way you’re feeling on me, and everywhere a winter cold frostbite playing kisses in my eyes instead of this nothing. I reason your name. Its’ an argument about beauty. It’s silvery fists of power. It’s nowhere’s map A blue page torn from my fingers I know you.

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I’ve gone all small from outside and inside, I am giant and cosmic drifting in and out of my own skin I respect the silent descent of color as evening, slinging it’s heavy moon slouches it’s mood over the sky. But I am left luminous, just as stars absorb like spider eyes onto surfaces a caulk, carved for something sake. I am unimaginable, all inverted features swallowed into an uncomfortable skull smarter than a brain that barks. There are things to interpret about ghosts besides their flushed up wail’s of waiting the ferocious erosion of re-existence.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC

Here Enough

I’ve gone all small from outside and inside, I am giant and cosmic drifting in and out of my own skin I respect the silent descent of color as evening, slinging it’s heavy moon slouches it’s mood over the sky. But I am left luminous, just as stars absorb like spider eyes onto surfaces a caulk, carved for something sake. I am unimaginable, all inverted features swallowed into an uncomfortable skull smarter than a brain that barks. There are things to interpret about ghosts besides their flushed up wail’s of waiting the ferocious erosion of re-existence.

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A blackbird slams into the glass door and splatters, leaving red lines across small stained hands. Eyes fly up (...I'm so sorry) flatline. And before I can speak the children start to cry.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC

A bit of life

A blackbird slams into the glass door and splatters, leaving red lines across small stained hands. Eyes fly up (...I'm so sorry) flatline. And before I can speak the children start to cry.

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a story told I heard in passing a face, a photo, some one laughing shy eyes staring somewhere crowded living softly, needing loudly a funeral right outside my room roses taking months to bloom framing the past for all, revealing black & white, every feeling.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC

Capture

a story told I heard in passing a face, a photo, some one laughing shy eyes staring somewhere crowded living softly, needing loudly a funeral right outside my room roses taking months to bloom framing the past for all, revealing black & white, every feeling.

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As if I have been the long a waited Radiation suffocating, Patient in bed, empty men around me Almost perfect now. You carry your organs beautifully Smiling wrinkles, And in your words I can capture Slideshows of your days And nights also, I spin them around in my mind As I feed on daily doses Of Ripened morphine And self pity. Soon you disappear and with you, Another light bulb tickles itself And shatters into darkness.

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Sep 30, 2010

Sep 30, 2010 at 2:05 AM UTC

Emotional Dispensary, Day Something Thousand.

As if I have been the long a waited Radiation suffocating, Patient in bed, empty men around me Almost perfect now. You carry your organs beautifully Smiling wrinkles, And in your words I can capture Slideshows of your days And nights also, I spin them around in my mind As I feed on daily doses Of Ripened morphine And self pity. Soon you disappear and with you, Another light bulb tickles itself And shatters into darkness.

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I meet a skeleton hiding in the depth of my closet, in nothing but my boots and a satin type corset, still with her hair(well I’m assuming its a she) and in her hand holding a special secret for me. she assumes she knows more than an average friend may and to this I am startled, but don’t give it away, for what is a skeleton without a name or a trace? I mean, I beg your pardon, get out of my face. she hung there waiting for me to come by, knowing that soon id be needing clothes to try, and I swear she would hang there so happily, excited at the prospect of alarming me. and so I am frightened by the grey of her bones, by the scent of her flesh, and the sound of her drones yet of coarse i smile widely if not slightly too trying, at the hope of her secrets confiding. what she sais makes me angry but I know she is right, there’s a dark place inside me that never sees light, and she managed to find gapes in which to crawl through and sleep, in-between all the sharp shadows of the feelings I keep, hidden somewhere inside me that is so close to the grave that I never look inside it, I’m never that brave. until it reaches to a time my secrets comes to me, in the form of a skeleton (unfortunately) to tell me i should look deep inside of what’s wrong, and fill it with what i knew All along.

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Sep 13, 2010

Sep 13, 2010 at 11:30 PM UTC

Skeleton Secrets

I meet a skeleton hiding in the depth of my closet, in nothing but my boots and a satin type corset, still with her hair(well I’m assuming its a she) and in her hand holding a special secret for me. she assumes she knows more than an average friend may and to this I am startled, but don’t give it away, for what is a skeleton without a name or a trace? I mean, I beg your pardon, get out of my face. she hung there waiting for me to come by, knowing that soon id be needing clothes to try, and I swear she would hang there so happily, excited at the prospect of alarming me. and so I am frightened by the grey of her bones, by the scent of her flesh, and the sound of her drones yet of coarse i smile widely if not slightly too trying, at the hope of her secrets confiding. what she sais makes me angry but I know she is right, there’s a dark place inside me that never sees light, and she managed to find gapes in which to crawl through and sleep, in-between all the sharp shadows of the feelings I keep, hidden somewhere inside me that is so close to the grave that I never look inside it, I’m never that brave. until it reaches to a time my secrets comes to me, in the form of a skeleton (unfortunately) to tell me i should look deep inside of what’s wrong, and fill it with what i knew All along.

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I hid behind the Buddleia bushes, crouched in pools of broken butterfly wings, and bright feathers. Between gaps in the greens I saw them laughing, jokes floating from their mouths. Rain started falling pools rose higher, hair turned to string cheeks were on fire, heartbeat burned, my head turned away. He kissed her forehead wiped damp from her eyes, traced light on her face light from the skies. Afterwards I walked home under rainclouds, rainbows, and rain. dotted in sorrow splotched with pain. And let him pick me up close to him, again .

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Sep 9, 2010

Sep 9, 2010 at 11:22 PM UTC

Behind the Buddleia Bushes

I hid behind the Buddleia bushes, crouched in pools of broken butterfly wings, and bright feathers. Between gaps in the greens I saw them laughing, jokes floating from their mouths. Rain started falling pools rose higher, hair turned to string cheeks were on fire, heartbeat burned, my head turned away. He kissed her forehead wiped damp from her eyes, traced light on her face light from the skies. Afterwards I walked home under rainclouds, rainbows, and rain. dotted in sorrow splotched with pain. And let him pick me up close to him, again .

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stars fell and I caught them, first beautiful then a burden as they sizzled in my hands, unworthy. now I look at the splashed rays that left marked stains , white lanes leading sparkles, down veins. do stars run through me now and how, were do they start a coursed line lingering ‘round their home. I house stars, this alone makes me my favorite person, I smile more now and everyone seems to know why.

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Sep 8, 2010

Sep 8, 2010 at 11:02 PM UTC

Silver

stars fell and I caught them, first beautiful then a burden as they sizzled in my hands, unworthy. now I look at the splashed rays that left marked stains , white lanes leading sparkles, down veins. do stars run through me now and how, were do they start a coursed line lingering ‘round their home. I house stars, this alone makes me my favorite person, I smile more now and everyone seems to know why.

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There are several truths that float here Like leaves on winters infinite pool And sometimes sink after hours, further, Into the depth of my breakable mind. I am almost always clothed to the body Of an undetermined tomorrow, Suffocating in the sleeves Of any hopes shirt. Keep you, I have been, for there In the dirt road of my eyelids You play with the riddled veins Light cables unmet by reason. It is not a tragedy, because sideshow children were once living And in their surrounds Alive, beautiful people breathed. I will be eluded by a string of pacifiers A mobile above my head at night But in-between lies of mystic creatures And pearl planets, I will always be met by myself.

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Sep 6, 2010

Sep 6, 2010 at 5:59 AM UTC

Fallen Eudaimonia

There are several truths that float here Like leaves on winters infinite pool And sometimes sink after hours, further, Into the depth of my breakable mind. I am almost always clothed to the body Of an undetermined tomorrow, Suffocating in the sleeves Of any hopes shirt. Keep you, I have been, for there In the dirt road of my eyelids You play with the riddled veins Light cables unmet by reason. It is not a tragedy, because sideshow children were once living And in their surrounds Alive, beautiful people breathed. I will be eluded by a string of pacifiers A mobile above my head at night But in-between lies of mystic creatures And pearl planets, I will always be met by myself.

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