lily-3 - Hello Poetry

I was created by alcoholism and psychosis a concoction only by the devil himself, perhaps to add some flare to earth. I knew it at birth the holy water seemingly burned my flesh at baptism as he gave a little wink through fire and secret messages. Lily, Lily, Lily you were never quite right. the belt that whipped across my torso made me smile so you stopped. Lily, Lily, Lily You'll get it one day. Perhaps while I am scattering your ashes into the fire to make sure you're dead. You always told me just how unfair the world is. But thats what makes it all so special. Lucifer threw me curve ***** so I could throw them back at you. Who knew what happened then.

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May 14, 2013

May 14, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC

lily-3

concoctions

I was created by alcoholism and psychosis a concoction only by the devil himself, perhaps to add some flare to earth. I knew it at birth the holy water seemingly burned my flesh at baptism as he gave a little wink through fire and secret messages. Lily, Lily, Lily you were never quite right. the belt that whipped across my torso made me smile so you stopped. Lily, Lily, Lily You'll get it one day. Perhaps while I am scattering your ashes into the fire to make sure you're dead. You always told me just how unfair the world is. But thats what makes it all so special. Lucifer threw me curve ***** so I could throw them back at you. Who knew what happened then.

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The moon was crescent the day our eyes first met. We gazed at each other as my brow glazed of sweat from the hot summer night. The moon was full the night I kissed your knuckles. The nights were chillier but our hearts were warm and fast. The moon was waxing the early morning we woke up and ate peaches and picked flowers. You put it in my hair and told me never to take it out and never to leave your side. The moon was first quarter the night we smoked cigarettes and screamed of our love to anyone who would listen. The moon was a waxing gibbous the night you saved me from myself. I was drowning and couldn't find a way out. You were the only one there. The moon was in the third quarter when you began to drown me. I hesitated and gasped and fell to the earth again where the brown grass grows and the flowers die. It was a new moon when you found me for the last time. I cried to you and felt helpless and alone and cold. you held me and I kissed your knuckles and pretended this was happy. For the last time.

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Mar 4, 2013

Mar 4, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC

lily-3

Full Moon

The moon was crescent the day our eyes first met. We gazed at each other as my brow glazed of sweat from the hot summer night. The moon was full the night I kissed your knuckles. The nights were chillier but our hearts were warm and fast. The moon was waxing the early morning we woke up and ate peaches and picked flowers. You put it in my hair and told me never to take it out and never to leave your side. The moon was first quarter the night we smoked cigarettes and screamed of our love to anyone who would listen. The moon was a waxing gibbous the night you saved me from myself. I was drowning and couldn't find a way out. You were the only one there. The moon was in the third quarter when you began to drown me. I hesitated and gasped and fell to the earth again where the brown grass grows and the flowers die. It was a new moon when you found me for the last time. I cried to you and felt helpless and alone and cold. you held me and I kissed your knuckles and pretended this was happy. For the last time.

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I knew when you looked into my eyes. I knew when you hugged me for a long time. I knew when my mother gave me a dreary face and told me everything was okay. I knew when everything in my pockets were gone. I knew when my mouth shut. I knew when I smoked my last joint out by the patio. I knew when no one would look me directly into the eyes. I knew when everyone else stared me in the eyes for too long. I knew it was cold when I woke up. I knew I was happy then. I don't know what I know now. I know I know I know I know I don't want to know anymore.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC

lily-3

Untitled

I knew when you looked into my eyes. I knew when you hugged me for a long time. I knew when my mother gave me a dreary face and told me everything was okay. I knew when everything in my pockets were gone. I knew when my mouth shut. I knew when I smoked my last joint out by the patio. I knew when no one would look me directly into the eyes. I knew when everyone else stared me in the eyes for too long. I knew it was cold when I woke up. I knew I was happy then. I don't know what I know now. I know I know I know I know I don't want to know anymore.

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12 Ways Of Looking At Constancy I I look into the sea of starry eyed witnesses and I see one constant face, you. II I was born of beating lungs, like the spine of my favorite novel which remains constant and pure to my every desire. III Falling, falling, falling. looking up at the constancy that is the sun and the moon and the sky. IV 4+4= a number a number= 5,677 my numbers remain constant and jumbled and forever confused. V I don’t understand why or who or where, the nature of two and two together the nature of knowing the nature of my record player radiating Bob Dylan the nature of remaining constant. VI In the spring I wear my rain boots, with the socks pulled up to my knee. In the summer I wear my hiking books with the dirt and the blood and the sweat on my knees. In the winter I wear fuzzy boots that keep my toes and calfs and brain constantly warm. In the fall I get confused. I sit and think and the weather doesn't remain constant. I can wear whatever boots I want. I don’t like that. VII Oh you stupid people! Why must you eat apple shaped hearts and slur your words? Do you not understand the necessity of constancy that runs through your veins every second of every day? VIII I do not know what runs through your veins. I know, I know of high strung men. I know the sound of the pitter patter rain drops on my roof. But of everything I know, I know it will all remain constant. Whilst I held my palms together to see the white marks appear, I saw it. one of a thousand constant shadows. IX Seven black shadows. That is all it took to see what really mattered right now. Especially when the man of men stood before me and told me to remain constant. X She picked up her glass slipper She woke up from a single kiss She fell in love with the monstrous looking man She bit deeply into the apple they constantly make me wish for more. As if everything was truly this way. XI We fell in love. You were constantly mine for a short period of time. XII It was night time all morning, I wore my rain boots and I played in the sun It was sunny all day constantly sunny. My willow tree provided the slightest bit of shade.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC

lily-3

12 ways of looking at Constancy

12 Ways Of Looking At Constancy I I look into the sea of starry eyed witnesses and I see one constant face, you. II I was born of beating lungs, like the spine of my favorite novel which remains constant and pure to my every desire. III Falling, falling, falling. looking up at the constancy that is the sun and the moon and the sky. IV 4+4= a number a number= 5,677 my numbers remain constant and jumbled and forever confused. V I don’t understand why or who or where, the nature of two and two together the nature of knowing the nature of my record player radiating Bob Dylan the nature of remaining constant. VI In the spring I wear my rain boots, with the socks pulled up to my knee. In the summer I wear my hiking books with the dirt and the blood and the sweat on my knees. In the winter I wear fuzzy boots that keep my toes and calfs and brain constantly warm. In the fall I get confused. I sit and think and the weather doesn't remain constant. I can wear whatever boots I want. I don’t like that. VII Oh you stupid people! Why must you eat apple shaped hearts and slur your words? Do you not understand the necessity of constancy that runs through your veins every second of every day? VIII I do not know what runs through your veins. I know, I know of high strung men. I know the sound of the pitter patter rain drops on my roof. But of everything I know, I know it will all remain constant. Whilst I held my palms together to see the white marks appear, I saw it. one of a thousand constant shadows. IX Seven black shadows. That is all it took to see what really mattered right now. Especially when the man of men stood before me and told me to remain constant. X She picked up her glass slipper She woke up from a single kiss She fell in love with the monstrous looking man She bit deeply into the apple they constantly make me wish for more. As if everything was truly this way. XI We fell in love. You were constantly mine for a short period of time. XII It was night time all morning, I wore my rain boots and I played in the sun It was sunny all day constantly sunny. My willow tree provided the slightest bit of shade.

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