kyne - Hello Poetry

I want to ruffle my hands through your hair. I want to feel your chest warm against mine. and close my eyes And forget the earth beneath my feet and just for a moment believe that all I'm really connected to is you.

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Jul 31, 2012

Jul 31, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC

Ponyboy

I want to ruffle my hands through your hair. I want to feel your chest warm against mine. and close my eyes And forget the earth beneath my feet and just for a moment believe that all I'm really connected to is you.

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Would you love me if I ruled the world Would you love me if I killed the girl The girl who came and stole you from me I could cut her strings I could set you free. If I stained my hands all ruby red Would you love me if she were dead? Would you love me if I did those things?

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May 20, 2012

May 20, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC

Would You Love Me?

Would you love me if I ruled the world Would you love me if I killed the girl The girl who came and stole you from me I could cut her strings I could set you free. If I stained my hands all ruby red Would you love me if she were dead? Would you love me if I did those things?

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I’m too young to be so empty My heart should be full and waxing, not waning like the moon. I poured out so much in those eight months I gave you my heart and soul And after it was done and said You acted like it was just a trifle Like I was just a silly girl I don’t want to be some Brief spans in your life Where someday You’ll forget my favorite color. Where someday You’ll forget my last name. How could you throw it away? How can you be sincerely okay? I feel so broken I don’t know who I see in the mirror Just a shadow Of your girl.

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Mar 25, 2012

Mar 25, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC

In September

I’m too young to be so empty My heart should be full and waxing, not waning like the moon. I poured out so much in those eight months I gave you my heart and soul And after it was done and said You acted like it was just a trifle Like I was just a silly girl I don’t want to be some Brief spans in your life Where someday You’ll forget my favorite color. Where someday You’ll forget my last name. How could you throw it away? How can you be sincerely okay? I feel so broken I don’t know who I see in the mirror Just a shadow Of your girl.

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Quiet now, my pretty darling. You served until the end, There was nothing more that you could do And there’s nothing more that I can mend, But I’d gladly cut my hands Upon those jagged shards I’ll help collect that heart of ice And thaw it to that brittle core. And here we’ll plant the seed, my love, And one day, Perhaps not soon, Some violent bloom will burst forth, And sow that hurt on the wind. It will drift to some far off scape, While we drink and dream, And I’ll kiss your neck So soft and sweet And whisper all my darkest secrets, And stain your lips violet, With the passion of my kisses. Let me bruise you, pretty girl, And sing your corpse to sleep.

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Mar 3, 2012

Mar 3, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC

the Thrall

Quiet now, my pretty darling. You served until the end, There was nothing more that you could do And there’s nothing more that I can mend, But I’d gladly cut my hands Upon those jagged shards I’ll help collect that heart of ice And thaw it to that brittle core. And here we’ll plant the seed, my love, And one day, Perhaps not soon, Some violent bloom will burst forth, And sow that hurt on the wind. It will drift to some far off scape, While we drink and dream, And I’ll kiss your neck So soft and sweet And whisper all my darkest secrets, And stain your lips violet, With the passion of my kisses. Let me bruise you, pretty girl, And sing your corpse to sleep.

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You, boy of dust & moths, Listen closely. I would know you, oh how dearly I would wish to know you. I am made of ink, I am made of nepenthe. I am an absinthe of sorrow, & there are none to drink me dry, to fill that glassy chasm with words. "hello."

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Feb 25, 2012

Feb 25, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC

whispered greeting

You, boy of dust & moths, Listen closely. I would know you, oh how dearly I would wish to know you. I am made of ink, I am made of nepenthe. I am an absinthe of sorrow, & there are none to drink me dry, to fill that glassy chasm with words. "hello."

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Can I sit in your lap and whisper eternities? Your heart is made of stone, And my trembling fists cannot crack it. I’ve no way of saying How misplaced my feelings are. If only I could be made of marble. I call you crying all the time All those bruised knees and scraped elbows Of the past, were always fixed with a kiss. And now your words are that soothing balm. Like a knight, you’re virtuous, Hard and unyielding as that armor you house yourself in. But is it truly armor when that’s all there is?

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Feb 5, 2012

Feb 5, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC

Marble

Can I sit in your lap and whisper eternities? Your heart is made of stone, And my trembling fists cannot crack it. I’ve no way of saying How misplaced my feelings are. If only I could be made of marble. I call you crying all the time All those bruised knees and scraped elbows Of the past, were always fixed with a kiss. And now your words are that soothing balm. Like a knight, you’re virtuous, Hard and unyielding as that armor you house yourself in. But is it truly armor when that’s all there is?

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Where will I find the light Nowhere is where I reside Nowhere is where I need to hide Until I feel What seems a dream What’s lost and unreal… I won’t find the light Nowhere to hide Gone and lost Flame and frost Nothing really matters to me…

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC

Heartsick Ramblings

Where will I find the light Nowhere is where I reside Nowhere is where I need to hide Until I feel What seems a dream What’s lost and unreal… I won’t find the light Nowhere to hide Gone and lost Flame and frost Nothing really matters to me…

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A saccharine ***** A broken home. A cellophane ***** A scribble-wrought tome. Nothing left A shadow of Me. Nothing left but Leaves fallen from their tree. This blood that flows down Is colored violet This blinded eye, A sightless white orb, Glows in this darkness And glows in my heart. So corroded and rusted The life barely flows A forgotten relic, A left-behind rose. A cracked-glass Man All bloodied and torn. A steampunk **** Left behind in your Revolution.

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 4:10 PM UTC

Casualties

A saccharine ***** A broken home. A cellophane ***** A scribble-wrought tome. Nothing left A shadow of Me. Nothing left but Leaves fallen from their tree. This blood that flows down Is colored violet This blinded eye, A sightless white orb, Glows in this darkness And glows in my heart. So corroded and rusted The life barely flows A forgotten relic, A left-behind rose. A cracked-glass Man All bloodied and torn. A steampunk **** Left behind in your Revolution.

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Does anyone know? Can they sense the break? The hollow-cheek’d innocence Is a facade and a joke. The bleak world Which consists Of: Battered feet; Bleeding from wear, Cracked skin, Stitched lips, And no one could care. This painted on smile, and the bulge of the worms Which writhe and feed Inside my skull, The shiny little lights of agony That burn in my eyes They burn beyond reason and I am lost Can they sense the break? Does anyone know?

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC

.b.ROKEN

Does anyone know? Can they sense the break? The hollow-cheek’d innocence Is a facade and a joke. The bleak world Which consists Of: Battered feet; Bleeding from wear, Cracked skin, Stitched lips, And no one could care. This painted on smile, and the bulge of the worms Which writhe and feed Inside my skull, The shiny little lights of agony That burn in my eyes They burn beyond reason and I am lost Can they sense the break? Does anyone know?

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Oh circle of lights, With your false, Plastic, Warmth. Oh circle of lights, A firework’s , Bittersweet, Farce. Down at the bottom Only a hint Of your color Remains. Water-logged and drowned Left to dry In my arms. Lips parted And black water spills Forth Gathering in matted locks Like grimed pearls. When the screams Go forth So musically Left to escape In whimsical bubbles. Oh circle of lights Your false Plastic Warmth. Is all that I see, Oh circle of lights Your colors mangled As a drowned man’s Farce.

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Nov 27, 2011

Nov 27, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC

Circle of Lights

Oh circle of lights, With your false, Plastic, Warmth. Oh circle of lights, A firework’s , Bittersweet, Farce. Down at the bottom Only a hint Of your color Remains. Water-logged and drowned Left to dry In my arms. Lips parted And black water spills Forth Gathering in matted locks Like grimed pearls. When the screams Go forth So musically Left to escape In whimsical bubbles. Oh circle of lights Your false Plastic Warmth. Is all that I see, Oh circle of lights Your colors mangled As a drowned man’s Farce.

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