l-e-n-a - Hello Poetry

You've ruined smiles for me Twisted them, beyond definition Curves of lips ***** up my spine Ghosting the air over my arms Like an arctic breeze Whispered air of whispers Which curses the smiles That I follow following me Simpering smiles and snide smiles Curtains over gritted teeth And the false niceties that are The fastest path to achieving what they want Not what they need, they don't need smiles Nobody needs the smiles anymore Don't smile, unless you wish To be mistrusted by the many I cannot smile in the street The price, a sneer or slap So I cast my eyes down to the cobbles And watch the rain wash away The years' and years' worth of salt Don't smile at me, please It makes my throat sting

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May 31, 2018

May 31, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC

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salt in men's smiles // false niceties

You've ruined smiles for me Twisted them, beyond definition Curves of lips ***** up my spine Ghosting the air over my arms Like an arctic breeze Whispered air of whispers Which curses the smiles That I follow following me Simpering smiles and snide smiles Curtains over gritted teeth And the false niceties that are The fastest path to achieving what they want Not what they need, they don't need smiles Nobody needs the smiles anymore Don't smile, unless you wish To be mistrusted by the many I cannot smile in the street The price, a sneer or slap So I cast my eyes down to the cobbles And watch the rain wash away The years' and years' worth of salt Don't smile at me, please It makes my throat sting

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I do love you, daddy And you break my heart When you stand at the door All dejected and half-smiling When she says she's already Got a lot of clothes to wash So yours won't make it onto the pile And then you nod, with a quiet "Goodbye," and you slip out of the house Away into the clear morning To miss us again for another day And I want to cry into my mug When you've left and all that's in your wake Is the spinning washing machine Full of our clothes and none of yours

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Apr 5, 2018

Apr 5, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC

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washing machines // i miss you

I do love you, daddy And you break my heart When you stand at the door All dejected and half-smiling When she says she's already Got a lot of clothes to wash So yours won't make it onto the pile And then you nod, with a quiet "Goodbye," and you slip out of the house Away into the clear morning To miss us again for another day And I want to cry into my mug When you've left and all that's in your wake Is the spinning washing machine Full of our clothes and none of yours

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I suppose the happy are dead The broken are unliving I rest in graveyards, under clouds Watching the world spin Twist fingers through the waving grass That grows around the graves Ivy weaving over crumbling stones Letters faded and worn now But still a stone, standing Holding up the ceiling of grief For the body locked beneath They're happy places, graveyards Resting grounds for noticed souls Cherished in life and loved in death

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Feb 25, 2018

Feb 25, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC

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rest // the dead are loved

I suppose the happy are dead The broken are unliving I rest in graveyards, under clouds Watching the world spin Twist fingers through the waving grass That grows around the graves Ivy weaving over crumbling stones Letters faded and worn now But still a stone, standing Holding up the ceiling of grief For the body locked beneath They're happy places, graveyards Resting grounds for noticed souls Cherished in life and loved in death

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I want to know if angels cry When they see what we're doing Down here from the sky I wonder if they watch us As we wreck this world Wreck all these places and people Spinning little hurricanes All caught up in our own eyes Centred around what we can see There's little room for any others Or their own catastrophes We live and work around ourselves Self-preservation is what we Never seemed to manage to lose We always needed it, didn't we Because of the dark alleys and back roads The grimier corners that made us look twice Over our shoulders and tighten our hands Around the weight of the world on our shoulders Because we didn't trust anybody else to hold it up I used to think it was awful to be Someone who spun around themselves But I think I'm starting to find That maybe, it's better to bind Yourself to yourself, and keep arms wrapped around Push up away from the hardened ground I wonder if the angels see Every tiny smile shared between the few Who stopped to try and enjoy the view Of a broken world full of people who want to fix it.

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC

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colliding hurricanes // we don't live alone

I want to know if angels cry When they see what we're doing Down here from the sky I wonder if they watch us As we wreck this world Wreck all these places and people Spinning little hurricanes All caught up in our own eyes Centred around what we can see There's little room for any others Or their own catastrophes We live and work around ourselves Self-preservation is what we Never seemed to manage to lose We always needed it, didn't we Because of the dark alleys and back roads The grimier corners that made us look twice Over our shoulders and tighten our hands Around the weight of the world on our shoulders Because we didn't trust anybody else to hold it up I used to think it was awful to be Someone who spun around themselves But I think I'm starting to find That maybe, it's better to bind Yourself to yourself, and keep arms wrapped around Push up away from the hardened ground I wonder if the angels see Every tiny smile shared between the few Who stopped to try and enjoy the view Of a broken world full of people who want to fix it.

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We are the two halves the universe has given Multiple intertwining pieces to make up one shell To house this pearl that we hold between each breath A shimmering, gleaming beauty, heart between those two cages Of ribs and lungs, lungs full of my breath and your breath Breathe in, breathe out, through my lips and out of yours Intoxicatingly acidic, this drunken mist seeping under our skin Silvery and silent, twisting and turning along those veins That you trace with fleeting fingers along my wrists And poisoning my eyes in the most beautiful sort of way You see, my darling, they only wish to look at you No other can compare to the moonlit pulse that you provide Those notes that climb from your mouth and spill from my lips We are two beings, into one person, two mouths moulding Into one trail of sparks that they can follow, but never find For we are beyond this place, we are rising and falling To the beat of galaxies, simultaneously falling apart and reforming Beneath closed eyelids covering eyes of burning flames With that void of defiant nothing, dead centre Inside that ring of molten flesh and blood Your lips taste of ash, ashes of the bodies you leeched before A now-silent battleground of dying beauties, losing in love Eyes open and leaking those tears of ice that we knew too soon Trailing salt and tearing apart soft skin to make way For bleached bones, stripped of smooth flesh and waking lungs The sky was far too dark to frame you, my dear, as you looked Upon the fruits of your desires, the prizes of your games Those twisted, strangled bodies, all askew and leaking grief They all heaved in their dying breaths, and all reached Those rotting, dripping arms towards your unmarked back As you turned and you walked from them, those pitiful souls But you and I are different, to them and you, you and them We are different to the mutilated faces, massacred bodies We are different to the burning tears and the ashes Because, it's you and me, these bodies that can be along together Share in those priceless moments that span a lifetime How could we be the same as those bodies? Wake up, look at me, tell me with those ashen lips Tell me that we're different, tell me that we're different But you can't, can you? Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me And I'll know that you want my breath for yourself

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC

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a different kind of clone // we lost in love

We are the two halves the universe has given Multiple intertwining pieces to make up one shell To house this pearl that we hold between each breath A shimmering, gleaming beauty, heart between those two cages Of ribs and lungs, lungs full of my breath and your breath Breathe in, breathe out, through my lips and out of yours Intoxicatingly acidic, this drunken mist seeping under our skin Silvery and silent, twisting and turning along those veins That you trace with fleeting fingers along my wrists And poisoning my eyes in the most beautiful sort of way You see, my darling, they only wish to look at you No other can compare to the moonlit pulse that you provide Those notes that climb from your mouth and spill from my lips We are two beings, into one person, two mouths moulding Into one trail of sparks that they can follow, but never find For we are beyond this place, we are rising and falling To the beat of galaxies, simultaneously falling apart and reforming Beneath closed eyelids covering eyes of burning flames With that void of defiant nothing, dead centre Inside that ring of molten flesh and blood Your lips taste of ash, ashes of the bodies you leeched before A now-silent battleground of dying beauties, losing in love Eyes open and leaking those tears of ice that we knew too soon Trailing salt and tearing apart soft skin to make way For bleached bones, stripped of smooth flesh and waking lungs The sky was far too dark to frame you, my dear, as you looked Upon the fruits of your desires, the prizes of your games Those twisted, strangled bodies, all askew and leaking grief They all heaved in their dying breaths, and all reached Those rotting, dripping arms towards your unmarked back As you turned and you walked from them, those pitiful souls But you and I are different, to them and you, you and them We are different to the mutilated faces, massacred bodies We are different to the burning tears and the ashes Because, it's you and me, these bodies that can be along together Share in those priceless moments that span a lifetime How could we be the same as those bodies? Wake up, look at me, tell me with those ashen lips Tell me that we're different, tell me that we're different But you can't, can you? Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me And I'll know that you want my breath for yourself

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Your hands are filthy, trailing grime Dragged through loveless gutters They don't belong on this shrine Or grabbing at the shutters That bind together the pieces Of my broken love for self I've been trying to iron out creases But I really don't want your help Has anyone ever looked at you And told you the very thing (You've never heard the truth) No, so I will: "you're disgusting" And no, not by your definitions You've got no **** to be small Or fluttering waist; a malnutrition No, it's just you, you in all A worthless, trailing, entitled brat Nobody ever told you "no" At least, you didn't hear that You heard 'teases' and "I don't wanna go slow" Some blame systems, I blame The ones who gave you this name Who put the very thoughts inside your brain And slid you into the picture frame Where I am an object, for you to unwrap And tear to ribbons when you can't undo The masking tape keeping me trapped And when you're finished, when you're through I'll join the others, tossed aside Because you can't be bothered to understand The truth that, to you, has been cried "We're not pawns on your checkered lands." Who told you That you had To want me?

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC

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you're disgusting // a sad feminist poem

Your hands are filthy, trailing grime Dragged through loveless gutters They don't belong on this shrine Or grabbing at the shutters That bind together the pieces Of my broken love for self I've been trying to iron out creases But I really don't want your help Has anyone ever looked at you And told you the very thing (You've never heard the truth) No, so I will: "you're disgusting" And no, not by your definitions You've got no **** to be small Or fluttering waist; a malnutrition No, it's just you, you in all A worthless, trailing, entitled brat Nobody ever told you "no" At least, you didn't hear that You heard 'teases' and "I don't wanna go slow" Some blame systems, I blame The ones who gave you this name Who put the very thoughts inside your brain And slid you into the picture frame Where I am an object, for you to unwrap And tear to ribbons when you can't undo The masking tape keeping me trapped And when you're finished, when you're through I'll join the others, tossed aside Because you can't be bothered to understand The truth that, to you, has been cried "We're not pawns on your checkered lands." Who told you That you had To want me?

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I need you to stop Please Stop I need you to step away Backwards Let yourself see the entire screen Of programmed chaos before you All separated, eternally separated By that layer of glass that cannot shatter Unless you want it to But would you ever want it to? No, no, of course not That would be far, far too M E S S Y I need you to be quiet Please, just for a moment Or a while, or a little longer It's all up to you Everything's in your hands All the wire-ends and spark plugs The human race coughed up What would you like to do with them? Just please, please Don't make any more M E S S You've been staring at that spot For hours, hours on end Don't your eyes hurt yet? Haven't they crossed Out of focus? How can you bear to stare For so long At so little? Why don't you, can't you Just step backwards Because there's an entire picture here A whole image, crystal In ****** colours, splattered For you to see in whole But do you want to? I confess, We've made a bit of a M E S S

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC

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spark plugs and wire-ends // i confess, it's a mess

I need you to stop Please Stop I need you to step away Backwards Let yourself see the entire screen Of programmed chaos before you All separated, eternally separated By that layer of glass that cannot shatter Unless you want it to But would you ever want it to? No, no, of course not That would be far, far too M E S S Y I need you to be quiet Please, just for a moment Or a while, or a little longer It's all up to you Everything's in your hands All the wire-ends and spark plugs The human race coughed up What would you like to do with them? Just please, please Don't make any more M E S S You've been staring at that spot For hours, hours on end Don't your eyes hurt yet? Haven't they crossed Out of focus? How can you bear to stare For so long At so little? Why don't you, can't you Just step backwards Because there's an entire picture here A whole image, crystal In ****** colours, splattered For you to see in whole But do you want to? I confess, We've made a bit of a M E S S

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I need to Scream Until my lungs Rip apart And I ***** them From my lips Dripping blood Like rubies And my throat tears Like shredded sandpaper It won't be beautiful Or tragic Or wondrous It will be disgusting And horrific And you won't want To look I need to Scream And you Can't listen But I need you to Hear

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC

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scream // can you hear me?

I need to Scream Until my lungs Rip apart And I ***** them From my lips Dripping blood Like rubies And my throat tears Like shredded sandpaper It won't be beautiful Or tragic Or wondrous It will be disgusting And horrific And you won't want To look I need to Scream And you Can't listen But I need you to Hear

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there's a stupor in your eyes and it's lightened by ease a swirling mist of disconnect softened by prosthetic drugs

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC