localflowerboy - Hello Poetry

Soon the flowers i planted will bloom The dirt under my nails always bothers me But gloves disconnect me from the earth Disconnect me from you Maybe i planted these to make up for loss time You always planted the best gardens I will carry your tradition Now our tradition This garden will remind me Of the day They dug the earth To lay you to rest And that is okay

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Mar 13, 2020

Mar 13, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC

localflowerboy

Growing A Garden

Soon the flowers i planted will bloom The dirt under my nails always bothers me But gloves disconnect me from the earth Disconnect me from you Maybe i planted these to make up for loss time You always planted the best gardens I will carry your tradition Now our tradition This garden will remind me Of the day They dug the earth To lay you to rest And that is okay

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I have become the subconscious The background I find myself moving long before thoughts of my actions arise I am just the vessel An automaton with no pilot longing for the days when i could be in control I am only instinct now Primal Days feel as if they pass me by in blinks Maybe ill wake up soon And be myself again

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Mar 13, 2020

Mar 13, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC

localflowerboy

Vessel

I have become the subconscious The background I find myself moving long before thoughts of my actions arise I am just the vessel An automaton with no pilot longing for the days when i could be in control I am only instinct now Primal Days feel as if they pass me by in blinks Maybe ill wake up soon And be myself again

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I wonder what my car remembers for me Countless miles and hours spent traveling To see those whose faces I do not remember Homes that only seem familiar in dreams Highways that feel more comfortable than my old twin sized mattress Damage to the interior Resembling the same marks left inside Me Surviving stormy nights that even I did not expect To escape Crossing rolling hill after rolling hill just to find a new place to call “home” Stuffing dreams in the trunk that I would eventually consider my baggage Times shared with friends long forgotten And destined To share more with friends yet to be found Thank you For remembering what I will undoubtably forget If only your four wheels could carry me Just a little further To who I wish I could be

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May 17, 2019

May 17, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC

localflowerboy

Endless Mileage

I wonder what my car remembers for me Countless miles and hours spent traveling To see those whose faces I do not remember Homes that only seem familiar in dreams Highways that feel more comfortable than my old twin sized mattress Damage to the interior Resembling the same marks left inside Me Surviving stormy nights that even I did not expect To escape Crossing rolling hill after rolling hill just to find a new place to call “home” Stuffing dreams in the trunk that I would eventually consider my baggage Times shared with friends long forgotten And destined To share more with friends yet to be found Thank you For remembering what I will undoubtably forget If only your four wheels could carry me Just a little further To who I wish I could be

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I started smoking again because of you I tore into the packaging like your teeth tore into my skin Pressing the cigarette against my lips as if it could ever fill the void your lips left With shaky hands i fumbled for my lighter I felt my lungs burn as i inhaled I choked Choked like the first time i saw you Choked like the first time we held hands Choked like the first time we kissed Choked like when the first time you said you loved me Now here i am with menthol on my breath and you on my mind My lungs burning like my body did, but this time without passion I knew this cigarette was an act of treason against the body that worked hard to take care of me But so was loving you

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC

localflowerboy

I Hate Cigarettes

I started smoking again because of you I tore into the packaging like your teeth tore into my skin Pressing the cigarette against my lips as if it could ever fill the void your lips left With shaky hands i fumbled for my lighter I felt my lungs burn as i inhaled I choked Choked like the first time i saw you Choked like the first time we held hands Choked like the first time we kissed Choked like when the first time you said you loved me Now here i am with menthol on my breath and you on my mind My lungs burning like my body did, but this time without passion I knew this cigarette was an act of treason against the body that worked hard to take care of me But so was loving you

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To be human is to hurt We do all that we can until it hurts The pain is a reminder to our fleshy and delicate vessels that we are still alive So do it until it hurts Love until it hurts The pain will be there for you when they are not The pain will show you that you are still alive on those nights only lit by the pale glow of the moon With Or without Their help So love until it hurts So you remember who you really are.

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Jun 28, 2018

Jun 28, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC

localflowerboy

Until It Hurts

To be human is to hurt We do all that we can until it hurts The pain is a reminder to our fleshy and delicate vessels that we are still alive So do it until it hurts Love until it hurts The pain will be there for you when they are not The pain will show you that you are still alive on those nights only lit by the pale glow of the moon With Or without Their help So love until it hurts So you remember who you really are.

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