liminalise - Hello Poetry

A labyrinth of cause and effect, building blocks to make The once wild view distorted by harsh concrete But such beautiful weeds Meander through the cracks Blossoming into Unsuspecting flowers who Struggle towards the light That stung my eyes The translucent film that once Made the world a hazy existence, Where I toed the line between Life and death. Dipping my toe over The edge. You tore it and The sun blinded me. Plato’s final prisoner But now I bathe In the Light

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC

a new reality and my god am I lucky to have found you

A labyrinth of cause and effect, building blocks to make The once wild view distorted by harsh concrete But such beautiful weeds Meander through the cracks Blossoming into Unsuspecting flowers who Struggle towards the light That stung my eyes The translucent film that once Made the world a hazy existence, Where I toed the line between Life and death. Dipping my toe over The edge. You tore it and The sun blinded me. Plato’s final prisoner But now I bathe In the Light

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who knows if this is just a game for you whether your coming and going like shuffling cards will deal me out when your fun is over am I just a constant something to carelessly toss like dice unsure of the result only caring for the thrill of the moment is it love, my love? or is it just a gamble?

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC

Flush

who knows if this is just a game for you whether your coming and going like shuffling cards will deal me out when your fun is over am I just a constant something to carelessly toss like dice unsure of the result only caring for the thrill of the moment is it love, my love? or is it just a gamble?

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I want someone Who will send me flowers on a Tuesday And drive at 2am to hold me when I’m the furthest from being okay Someone who will call just to say something reminded them of me And know exactly what coffee I need to get through the day I need someone Who understands that when I try to push them away I need them the closest Someone who will look into my tired eyes And tell me I’m beautiful even though I feel the furthest thing from it I need someone Who wants to know every vice, every moment that stains my past Like tea on a childhood treasure map Connecting the points Silently accepting That I’m far from perfect But loving me anyway I want you to look into my eyes and feel the fluorescent haze of the city evaporate, for time to stop like it does in the movies. Kisses in the rain. But movies are fiction, and I feel defeated for wanting a love that just doesn’t exist. Well maybe it does Just not from you.

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Dec 30, 2018

Dec 30, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC

this is the final straw

I want someone Who will send me flowers on a Tuesday And drive at 2am to hold me when I’m the furthest from being okay Someone who will call just to say something reminded them of me And know exactly what coffee I need to get through the day I need someone Who understands that when I try to push them away I need them the closest Someone who will look into my tired eyes And tell me I’m beautiful even though I feel the furthest thing from it I need someone Who wants to know every vice, every moment that stains my past Like tea on a childhood treasure map Connecting the points Silently accepting That I’m far from perfect But loving me anyway I want you to look into my eyes and feel the fluorescent haze of the city evaporate, for time to stop like it does in the movies. Kisses in the rain. But movies are fiction, and I feel defeated for wanting a love that just doesn’t exist. Well maybe it does Just not from you.

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how often do I cross your mind I wonder as my mind is simply you you do not worship at my altar nor any at all you are too free perhaps I only weigh you down

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC

what will become of us my love?

how often do I cross your mind I wonder as my mind is simply you you do not worship at my altar nor any at all you are too free perhaps I only weigh you down

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who is it that wanders through the darkroom of your heart who is it imprinted on each photo head tilted back wry smile playing on her lips I cannot tell for sometimes she looks a lot like me then others I am so far from being enough for you that a day without me easily slips by I feel your beauty stems from not belonging to anything or anyone Am I trying to trap a firefly And dilute its glow to fuel my embers? Is each "I love you" pulling you closer to earth when you were born to fly

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC

I don't understand how you can tell me you love me then stray so far from my heart

who is it that wanders through the darkroom of your heart who is it imprinted on each photo head tilted back wry smile playing on her lips I cannot tell for sometimes she looks a lot like me then others I am so far from being enough for you that a day without me easily slips by I feel your beauty stems from not belonging to anything or anyone Am I trying to trap a firefly And dilute its glow to fuel my embers? Is each "I love you" pulling you closer to earth when you were born to fly

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Red skittles In my clenched fist Holding on so tightly That the dye bleeds Crimson in my palm I feel myself Getting heavy at the wrists As I cling on No matter how my autonomy seeps Into your waiting hands Am I the sweet tang Of sugar coated lust? How many other delights Have you tasted? Do you crave me?

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Sep 28, 2018

Sep 28, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC

I won't forget how you picked my favourites out the bag and passed them across to me. Love isn't notes and flowers, it's silently selecting my favourite colour sweet and sliding them across to me in the passenger seat

Red skittles In my clenched fist Holding on so tightly That the dye bleeds Crimson in my palm I feel myself Getting heavy at the wrists As I cling on No matter how my autonomy seeps Into your waiting hands Am I the sweet tang Of sugar coated lust? How many other delights Have you tasted? Do you crave me?

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At first you made me feel celestial now I can feel the force of the universe heavy on my back and I cannot move on

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC

being in love is the sweetest poison i've ever tasted and I swear to god if this ends again I will down the bottle

At first you made me feel celestial now I can feel the force of the universe heavy on my back and I cannot move on

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and from the bones you exposed sprout the stems of hopeful wildflowers stretching towards a new sun

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Aug 29, 2018

Aug 29, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC

fresh

and from the bones you exposed sprout the stems of hopeful wildflowers stretching towards a new sun

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Do not trust me With your heart As hands do sculpt With careless anticipation Of fine art And the pressure My thumbs knead into your form Might distort imperfections And fashion falsehood Do not trust me With your mind I have stuff of nightmares Lurking beneath the bed And whilst I curl my toes from the edge The sweet stench of your perfume Sends them reeling into crazed hunger As it does me And I cannot control them Do not trust me To allow you to bridge the gap between our minds And plough carelessly through meadows I have populated Tending to crops I have reared from seed For they are mine I do not belong to you But perhaps You might stay a while Wandering romance

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Aug 26, 2018

Aug 26, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC

Do not

Do not trust me With your heart As hands do sculpt With careless anticipation Of fine art And the pressure My thumbs knead into your form Might distort imperfections And fashion falsehood Do not trust me With your mind I have stuff of nightmares Lurking beneath the bed And whilst I curl my toes from the edge The sweet stench of your perfume Sends them reeling into crazed hunger As it does me And I cannot control them Do not trust me To allow you to bridge the gap between our minds And plough carelessly through meadows I have populated Tending to crops I have reared from seed For they are mine I do not belong to you But perhaps You might stay a while Wandering romance

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the fluorescent haze of midnight in the city observent, patient, longing hands cradling nectar caffeinated teeth pulling at the flesh of your lips intergalactic mind smattered with careless constellations I think my gravity has been stolen my symbiotic smile stems from the curl of your lips I think my autonomy is buried with my rationality The husk of Persephone’s fruit Stale on my tongue I bathe in the honeyed promises that ooze until liquid fills my lungs and I am consumed

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Aug 18, 2018

Aug 18, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC

Am I in your veins yet pt. II (remastered)

the fluorescent haze of midnight in the city observent, patient, longing hands cradling nectar caffeinated teeth pulling at the flesh of your lips intergalactic mind smattered with careless constellations I think my gravity has been stolen my symbiotic smile stems from the curl of your lips I think my autonomy is buried with my rationality The husk of Persephone’s fruit Stale on my tongue I bathe in the honeyed promises that ooze until liquid fills my lungs and I am consumed

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