m-seifert-m - Hello Poetry

forgot i was able forgoe the sugar cane horse towed them over the edge coarse hair coerced into the trap willing and able are you able? are you billing me? is this thrilling? have we been feeling the same? come over here something else over there i'm forgetful i'm a disgrace to the top upper crust societors upper cut so much science tons of honor tons more scholarly journals hurtled over the canyon wall carried by the wind to those unlistening wishing they could hear you sifting thorugh the river for rocks to deliver you giver of too many stories we already know tore off all of our clothes promised tonight would be different than so many others i laughed at others i couldn't have summer is ours to be somewhat more into fear someone to hold you dear come one come all to hear believer of something more deliverer of sudden storms of folk tail magic token now open your eyes to your own faults now look to the sky and know the hawks are staring down with hungry eyes they're bearing down they see you in the crowd falling allover selfish rags hagship tailors flag waving tagless sleeve cutters closing shutters in your mechanism exposed to low level flash bulbs just enough to imprint the entire night into something more we would never remember if not for your loose grip where you fell to the floor and saved another for the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC

vengeful choir

forgot i was able forgoe the sugar cane horse towed them over the edge coarse hair coerced into the trap willing and able are you able? are you billing me? is this thrilling? have we been feeling the same? come over here something else over there i'm forgetful i'm a disgrace to the top upper crust societors upper cut so much science tons of honor tons more scholarly journals hurtled over the canyon wall carried by the wind to those unlistening wishing they could hear you sifting thorugh the river for rocks to deliver you giver of too many stories we already know tore off all of our clothes promised tonight would be different than so many others i laughed at others i couldn't have summer is ours to be somewhat more into fear someone to hold you dear come one come all to hear believer of something more deliverer of sudden storms of folk tail magic token now open your eyes to your own faults now look to the sky and know the hawks are staring down with hungry eyes they're bearing down they see you in the crowd falling allover selfish rags hagship tailors flag waving tagless sleeve cutters closing shutters in your mechanism exposed to low level flash bulbs just enough to imprint the entire night into something more we would never remember if not for your loose grip where you fell to the floor and saved another for the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip

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i shouldn't be allowed to like things. you know what i do. you've seen. i've heard. so shinyprettyprecious. so new. this thing. it makes me want to curl up and die, i love it so. let's run the tape back and see that one more time-- one more time-- one more time-- one more time-- one more time-- let's run the tape back-- every once over every last glance every 'oh it's so beautiful' i want to shove my words back down my throat make sure they're properly digested it's too perfect. too good to be true. certainly too good for you. 'well you see, this is what your problem is...' you're stuck in a fantasy, you are do you not see this? yes i do. i know it, and i see it every time, thank you. you are so wise. how could i not see? fuckin' a. indeed. i don't need to be reminded. i am well aware. i think i've learned enough on my own. you were there. you saw. i told you everything. you know the tale better than myself, and it was i who endured the affair. oh christ. hey, let's not bring Him into this, okay? you're right, i apologize. we know better. yes we do. is it as good as when it started? was it ever that good? does it need to be? will this always be this way? "is this going to be forever?" oh 'God' i hope. if there is someone on the other end of this rope please pull me up. meet me on the other end see if we can't make the most out of this dance floor. i want to talk until my throat is raw. you kiss my lips until i swear i saw my future in a song i never heard before. the sound reverberates reverberates my stomach shakes heartbeating in my throat and breaks into a million tiny pieces floating above our heads. better than wearing it on my sleeve i'll just throw it on the ground for you to pick it up. hold it forever. it's yours. or raise your foot and bring it down as you probably should. maybe all i want is to be miserable so the pursuit of happiness will never end. every day a little better than before every day a little more hopeful for what we've promised ourselves we'll find. a clever trick if you can believe in your own lies... the happiest man is the one who feels the least discomfort with the lies he tells himself. you've become addicted to life and the pleasures that it brings you and every day you spend still breathing shows your greed for what isn't yours. and that may be so, that i'm an addict, and if it is i hope i die of an overdose: happy and a liar.

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Apr 2, 2013

Apr 2, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC

happy and a liar

i shouldn't be allowed to like things. you know what i do. you've seen. i've heard. so shinyprettyprecious. so new. this thing. it makes me want to curl up and die, i love it so. let's run the tape back and see that one more time-- one more time-- one more time-- one more time-- one more time-- let's run the tape back-- every once over every last glance every 'oh it's so beautiful' i want to shove my words back down my throat make sure they're properly digested it's too perfect. too good to be true. certainly too good for you. 'well you see, this is what your problem is...' you're stuck in a fantasy, you are do you not see this? yes i do. i know it, and i see it every time, thank you. you are so wise. how could i not see? fuckin' a. indeed. i don't need to be reminded. i am well aware. i think i've learned enough on my own. you were there. you saw. i told you everything. you know the tale better than myself, and it was i who endured the affair. oh christ. hey, let's not bring Him into this, okay? you're right, i apologize. we know better. yes we do. is it as good as when it started? was it ever that good? does it need to be? will this always be this way? "is this going to be forever?" oh 'God' i hope. if there is someone on the other end of this rope please pull me up. meet me on the other end see if we can't make the most out of this dance floor. i want to talk until my throat is raw. you kiss my lips until i swear i saw my future in a song i never heard before. the sound reverberates reverberates my stomach shakes heartbeating in my throat and breaks into a million tiny pieces floating above our heads. better than wearing it on my sleeve i'll just throw it on the ground for you to pick it up. hold it forever. it's yours. or raise your foot and bring it down as you probably should. maybe all i want is to be miserable so the pursuit of happiness will never end. every day a little better than before every day a little more hopeful for what we've promised ourselves we'll find. a clever trick if you can believe in your own lies... the happiest man is the one who feels the least discomfort with the lies he tells himself. you've become addicted to life and the pleasures that it brings you and every day you spend still breathing shows your greed for what isn't yours. and that may be so, that i'm an addict, and if it is i hope i die of an overdose: happy and a liar.

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A rude awakening: A friend’s best impression of A thousand, Deep, Bellowing trombones. “BWAAAAWWWWP!” Shake it off. Walk home and go to bed. Fasten hat to head: “Bye everybody.” (wave) Good choice on the hat, ‘Tis chilly. Text her, “Hi,” just because. Just in case. Long walk home Late at night And still groggy. Those trombones still ringing in my ears. I feel new. Like a kitten. Every sound on the street inspires shudders. Cars approaching from behind: Crescendos dropping into empty ringing silence. Someone laughs down a dark side street. Head jerks, And looks away. There it is again. Is it for me? Walk faster. I might still be sleeping… Although I’m pretty sure—what’s that? A bicycle, Or the amplified sound of an insect Cleaning itself. Where is that shadow coming from? Is something floating above this intersection? Just keep walking. But only after I push this button That does nothing. I guess I’m just a pigeon Flapping my wings. But don’t I know it. How sad is that? Where’s that Morpheus with my **** pills? Home base. Olly olly oxen free.

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Apr 1, 2013

Apr 1, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC

A Rude Awakening/Olly Olly Oxen Free

A rude awakening: A friend’s best impression of A thousand, Deep, Bellowing trombones. “BWAAAAWWWWP!” Shake it off. Walk home and go to bed. Fasten hat to head: “Bye everybody.” (wave) Good choice on the hat, ‘Tis chilly. Text her, “Hi,” just because. Just in case. Long walk home Late at night And still groggy. Those trombones still ringing in my ears. I feel new. Like a kitten. Every sound on the street inspires shudders. Cars approaching from behind: Crescendos dropping into empty ringing silence. Someone laughs down a dark side street. Head jerks, And looks away. There it is again. Is it for me? Walk faster. I might still be sleeping… Although I’m pretty sure—what’s that? A bicycle, Or the amplified sound of an insect Cleaning itself. Where is that shadow coming from? Is something floating above this intersection? Just keep walking. But only after I push this button That does nothing. I guess I’m just a pigeon Flapping my wings. But don’t I know it. How sad is that? Where’s that Morpheus with my **** pills? Home base. Olly olly oxen free.

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Shred it Forget it Leave it where it lies Toss dead weight aside Shoot it right between the eyes It's dead I loved it for a moment Now it lies there lifeless And it's dragging me down Hold me back Back Back against the wall I'm punching out the bricks one by one Crumble as the masons cry The glutton He needs no introduction Too much is never enough They gladly provide What more could you want? Nothin's never in short supply Leave these scraps Out for rabid dogs Lapping up like last meals Glad to have a master ******* never misses one Eyes always bigger than his innards What's for dinner's gonna finish him off Waste not want not Never heard that one before He lost everything in the fire Now he's out to go find more Things he never had Thankful he's still breathing Maybe one last kiss for old time's sake Now please be quiet the movie's starting

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Apr 1, 2013

Apr 1, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC

Editing [wrap it up]

Shred it Forget it Leave it where it lies Toss dead weight aside Shoot it right between the eyes It's dead I loved it for a moment Now it lies there lifeless And it's dragging me down Hold me back Back Back against the wall I'm punching out the bricks one by one Crumble as the masons cry The glutton He needs no introduction Too much is never enough They gladly provide What more could you want? Nothin's never in short supply Leave these scraps Out for rabid dogs Lapping up like last meals Glad to have a master ******* never misses one Eyes always bigger than his innards What's for dinner's gonna finish him off Waste not want not Never heard that one before He lost everything in the fire Now he's out to go find more Things he never had Thankful he's still breathing Maybe one last kiss for old time's sake Now please be quiet the movie's starting

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you are a fractal in a sea of branches you are the air between the dust that spirals in the sun streams the decimal point in the equation the dividing line between oblivion and infinity you are a loose end fraying made of left over dry skin you are the chemical you poison my drinking water you are the secret ingredient the last place they'd ever look you are the dark matter the imaginary number I can't wrap my head around you cure my melancholy we are alveoli we breathe fire seen through telescopes we believe we are alone we'll believe anything they tell us they won't love you they can't see you you are too much they'd never understand you don't give what you don't receive you give life as you breathe through me I see you when my eyes close I trace your shape on frosted windows you spark the fire that hijacks my biology you draw upon my skin with ***** fingernails your handwriting is embedded in my DNA your name echoes still unfamiliar voices without faces your secret's safe with me hidden in massive outer space places untraceable mastermind configuration takes ages just to give up out of frustration

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Mar 30, 2013

Mar 30, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC

Fractal

you are a fractal in a sea of branches you are the air between the dust that spirals in the sun streams the decimal point in the equation the dividing line between oblivion and infinity you are a loose end fraying made of left over dry skin you are the chemical you poison my drinking water you are the secret ingredient the last place they'd ever look you are the dark matter the imaginary number I can't wrap my head around you cure my melancholy we are alveoli we breathe fire seen through telescopes we believe we are alone we'll believe anything they tell us they won't love you they can't see you you are too much they'd never understand you don't give what you don't receive you give life as you breathe through me I see you when my eyes close I trace your shape on frosted windows you spark the fire that hijacks my biology you draw upon my skin with ***** fingernails your handwriting is embedded in my DNA your name echoes still unfamiliar voices without faces your secret's safe with me hidden in massive outer space places untraceable mastermind configuration takes ages just to give up out of frustration

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Move your body move your mind Still your heart Still your mind My mind it moves my body My body moves my mind My mind it moves Be still this heart Beat Beat my body Bring my mind out from the inside I won't crawl my way to your feet at the head of the table Begging for scraps I won't walk to your door with the world behind me chanting slogans With a list of demands I won't stand up in the middle of class, shaking And say what was really going on when he painted that I won't hold you close when we're alone Whispering there's nothing left for me here I won't apologize I'll welcome my sentence I'll gladly walk to the other side Find a place to lie Maybe make some money making nice things Moving when the ground gives way to the weight of those standing around doing nothing Move your body move your mind Still your heart Still your mind My mind it moves my body My body moves my mind My mind it moves Be still this heart Beat Beat my body Bring my mind out from the inside

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Mar 30, 2013

Mar 30, 2013 at 2:44 AM UTC

Move

Move your body move your mind Still your heart Still your mind My mind it moves my body My body moves my mind My mind it moves Be still this heart Beat Beat my body Bring my mind out from the inside I won't crawl my way to your feet at the head of the table Begging for scraps I won't walk to your door with the world behind me chanting slogans With a list of demands I won't stand up in the middle of class, shaking And say what was really going on when he painted that I won't hold you close when we're alone Whispering there's nothing left for me here I won't apologize I'll welcome my sentence I'll gladly walk to the other side Find a place to lie Maybe make some money making nice things Moving when the ground gives way to the weight of those standing around doing nothing Move your body move your mind Still your heart Still your mind My mind it moves my body My body moves my mind My mind it moves Be still this heart Beat Beat my body Bring my mind out from the inside

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WHEN DOES FOREVER START WHEN does life reveal it's startling plot twists and turns WHEN DOES NEVER END DOES Neverland exist STOP PLAYING WITH FIRE DON'T you see it burns EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES THE weight of the debris CRUSHES MY CHEST CAVITY THROW EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AT ME I've been training I CAN TAKE IT MAKE IT HURT as much as you want I WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING IT WON'T last forever WANT TO DO ME A FAVOR STOP praying for a savior TO RISE UP FROM A GRAVE YOU'RE JUST digging your own AND THEY'LL PAVE RIGHT OVER YOU BECAUSE 'GOD' told them to BUT THE 'DEVIL'S' FAVORITE GAME INVOLVES using other people's names FOR HIS OWN PERSONAL GAIN GULLIBLE's written on the ceiling THE WALLPAPER'S PEALING, REVEALING what you've been FEELING all these years but were too afraid to share FIND SOMEONE WHO CARES MAYBE they've been there STARE THEM IN THE FACE WITHOUT BLINKING FEEL your SELF sink into a place THE SPACE BETWEEN THEIR EARS A cavern filled with fears NOW STEP BACK THROUGH THE MIRROR ALICE PLEASE PUT DOWN THE CHALICE DID YOU ASK WHAT WAS IN IT THE TRUTH sounds different DEPENDING HOW YOU SPIN IT SPIT IT OUT your mouth is tasteless LIKE THOSE JOKES TOLD BY THESE FACELESS PUPPETEERS dressed in 'wastecoats' *THESE WORDS I'VE WROTE HAVE NOW BEEN SPOKE SO LET'S STEP BACK FROM THE MACHINE AND FIGURE OUT WHAT'S REALLY BROKE.*

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC

the FIGHT FOR FOREVER

WHEN DOES FOREVER START WHEN does life reveal it's startling plot twists and turns WHEN DOES NEVER END DOES Neverland exist STOP PLAYING WITH FIRE DON'T you see it burns EVERYTHING IT TOUCHES THE weight of the debris CRUSHES MY CHEST CAVITY THROW EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AT ME I've been training I CAN TAKE IT MAKE IT HURT as much as you want I WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING IT WON'T last forever WANT TO DO ME A FAVOR STOP praying for a savior TO RISE UP FROM A GRAVE YOU'RE JUST digging your own AND THEY'LL PAVE RIGHT OVER YOU BECAUSE 'GOD' told them to BUT THE 'DEVIL'S' FAVORITE GAME INVOLVES using other people's names FOR HIS OWN PERSONAL GAIN GULLIBLE's written on the ceiling THE WALLPAPER'S PEALING, REVEALING what you've been FEELING all these years but were too afraid to share FIND SOMEONE WHO CARES MAYBE they've been there STARE THEM IN THE FACE WITHOUT BLINKING FEEL your SELF sink into a place THE SPACE BETWEEN THEIR EARS A cavern filled with fears NOW STEP BACK THROUGH THE MIRROR ALICE PLEASE PUT DOWN THE CHALICE DID YOU ASK WHAT WAS IN IT THE TRUTH sounds different DEPENDING HOW YOU SPIN IT SPIT IT OUT your mouth is tasteless LIKE THOSE JOKES TOLD BY THESE FACELESS PUPPETEERS dressed in 'wastecoats' *THESE WORDS I'VE WROTE HAVE NOW BEEN SPOKE SO LET'S STEP BACK FROM THE MACHINE AND FIGURE OUT WHAT'S REALLY BROKE.*

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I take comfort knowing you will never read this. Even if you are, there's no way you could ever know. But you will never read this because you do no exist. You are what appears when I think about a person I once knew. A manifestation meant to keep me moving forward. Who are you now? Who have you become without my eyes, my hands, my lips to taste? I've written countless letters that you will never read. I've drawn the sweetest parts of you as I can remember them so that when I fall asleep my mind will assemble them into a version of you that you have never seen. If it were me I'd keep you away from me. I've seen what I have seen, what I can do, what I have been. I was there, and I would ruin you. The I that I was, the I that I see, the I that stares back at me. Hidden, faded beneath the skin, an image, an impression, a trace of someone you might recognize. If you had eyes to see. Yours are the only two fit to lay rest upon the scene that falls before you. As hard as it is to imagine, as you are, the me that I am, and the you that I see, fit together perfectly. Nothing and nothing makes infinity. Yours and mine makes exactly what we need it to be. Altogether lovely in our own little way. You and I've got nothing that nobody can take away.

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC

o + o = ∞

I take comfort knowing you will never read this. Even if you are, there's no way you could ever know. But you will never read this because you do no exist. You are what appears when I think about a person I once knew. A manifestation meant to keep me moving forward. Who are you now? Who have you become without my eyes, my hands, my lips to taste? I've written countless letters that you will never read. I've drawn the sweetest parts of you as I can remember them so that when I fall asleep my mind will assemble them into a version of you that you have never seen. If it were me I'd keep you away from me. I've seen what I have seen, what I can do, what I have been. I was there, and I would ruin you. The I that I was, the I that I see, the I that stares back at me. Hidden, faded beneath the skin, an image, an impression, a trace of someone you might recognize. If you had eyes to see. Yours are the only two fit to lay rest upon the scene that falls before you. As hard as it is to imagine, as you are, the me that I am, and the you that I see, fit together perfectly. Nothing and nothing makes infinity. Yours and mine makes exactly what we need it to be. Altogether lovely in our own little way. You and I've got nothing that nobody can take away.

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I want you I want someone to want me but you don't want me please want me don't! I'm broken you don't want a leaky faucet that self repairs with duct tape and silly putty I'll recite you the backs of cereal boxes and throw away the locks on the doors of our common places I'll keep a smile on mine if your face feels too tired from the weight of what your mind is speaking out your eyes Everything. Every string that hangs off of well worn sweaters snags on finger nails and pealing calluses. I'll draw the curtains if and ONLY IF you first admit that you are BEAUTIFUL. and i know it. Your doubt should drown. We'll drink it down. Sipping wine only to set the scene because WE already ditched our inhibitions and we decided that what was best for each other was to feeds each other's needs with the other's body. This letter. This note. To you. The long lost women of my dreams the shape shifting goddess who floats freely through the open windows of my memories. Will this be enough to summon spirits to lift me to your level without being beaten to life by a trigger happy judge's gavel? I built my prison to your specifications. The measurements may be off but the bed... The bed is warm and cozy. And it fills my heart to see your cheeks turn that rosy rosy red that same rosy red that fills my heart and flows through yours. Kept inside but peaking out in moments of vulnerability. Shed your false heavy layers of security toss them in the water and... Flush skin of lips and finger tips other places where my mind can only wander wondering where in the world we will meet again. It's half past ten or some other hour, I don't know and you don't mind because we're alive! and our heart beats will set the pace keeping time in place. THE STORM IS LOUD MY VOICE is softer now... Okay-- Alright-- * I'll give you your space{ But YOU BETTER FLY. And NO MATTER HOW HIGH NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO SHOW to TRULY KNOW the color of your wings. And I'll continue singing because someone else may be listening. And although these tears won't quench my thirst I'm learning more about myself through my time searching through my ***** laundry: Bags of rags and forgotten junior high and high school notebooks. Failed jokes took to heart the stinging silence of laughter kept inside. Broken funny bones NUMBED by repetition [repetition] DUMBED down COMFORTABLE BEING SUBMISSIVE Well, I'm not sorry NOT SORRY to tell you this mouse whose mouth you shut is now stirring Stirring the *** Kept at temperature All the right spices and slices and dices to enlighten you as to what the taste of life is. .............................................................................................................. Please sit, here is your chair. I love what you've done with your hair! let me know if you would like seconds but that depends on if you brought your appetite. I know I'M Hungary [hungry] but I won't slurp my soup if it offends you. We'll take it slow because I know that I still don't know you that well yet. And I think we both could cool it down on the unnecessary judgement. I'd really like to know you well, so I won't try to sell you anything that you're not buying. And call me out if you think I'm lying, but I promise to be as honest as you want. But it's a two way street and I know you're probably tired from running down it so long in which case I would gladly rub your feet or your shoulders if you'd like to be a bit more discrete. However, it still may be too soon for that in which case I'll take a couple steps back. Do you like music? How bout dancing? It doesn't have to be romantic I just enjoy the feeling when I'm moving to the rhythm in time with other bodies. Does you mind maybe feel clearer now that your body's moving free or are you holding back because you falsely feel that you lack the ability to let the music move Your soul's of you feet. Let go and hold on to me. I won't let you fall unless you're ready but I'll catch you please don't worry. We are free here. Let's just be here. Forget fear and see where that takes us in a year. Or more Or less Or until you decide that your dress is not the most comfortable thing you could be wearing... I'm just glad we can share the same air and not care that our hair's getting messy. But... This... is the best I've felt. In a loooong while... Spinning out of control Lying With you here next to me.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC

I ____ You

I want you I want someone to want me but you don't want me please want me don't! I'm broken you don't want a leaky faucet that self repairs with duct tape and silly putty I'll recite you the backs of cereal boxes and throw away the locks on the doors of our common places I'll keep a smile on mine if your face feels too tired from the weight of what your mind is speaking out your eyes Everything. Every string that hangs off of well worn sweaters snags on finger nails and pealing calluses. I'll draw the curtains if and ONLY IF you first admit that you are BEAUTIFUL. and i know it. Your doubt should drown. We'll drink it down. Sipping wine only to set the scene because WE already ditched our inhibitions and we decided that what was best for each other was to feeds each other's needs with the other's body. This letter. This note. To you. The long lost women of my dreams the shape shifting goddess who floats freely through the open windows of my memories. Will this be enough to summon spirits to lift me to your level without being beaten to life by a trigger happy judge's gavel? I built my prison to your specifications. The measurements may be off but the bed... The bed is warm and cozy. And it fills my heart to see your cheeks turn that rosy rosy red that same rosy red that fills my heart and flows through yours. Kept inside but peaking out in moments of vulnerability. Shed your false heavy layers of security toss them in the water and... Flush skin of lips and finger tips other places where my mind can only wander wondering where in the world we will meet again. It's half past ten or some other hour, I don't know and you don't mind because we're alive! and our heart beats will set the pace keeping time in place. THE STORM IS LOUD MY VOICE is softer now... Okay-- Alright-- * I'll give you your space{ But YOU BETTER FLY. And NO MATTER HOW HIGH NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO SHOW to TRULY KNOW the color of your wings. And I'll continue singing because someone else may be listening. And although these tears won't quench my thirst I'm learning more about myself through my time searching through my ***** laundry: Bags of rags and forgotten junior high and high school notebooks. Failed jokes took to heart the stinging silence of laughter kept inside. Broken funny bones NUMBED by repetition [repetition] DUMBED down COMFORTABLE BEING SUBMISSIVE Well, I'm not sorry NOT SORRY to tell you this mouse whose mouth you shut is now stirring Stirring the *** Kept at temperature All the right spices and slices and dices to enlighten you as to what the taste of life is. .............................................................................................................. Please sit, here is your chair. I love what you've done with your hair! let me know if you would like seconds but that depends on if you brought your appetite. I know I'M Hungary [hungry] but I won't slurp my soup if it offends you. We'll take it slow because I know that I still don't know you that well yet. And I think we both could cool it down on the unnecessary judgement. I'd really like to know you well, so I won't try to sell you anything that you're not buying. And call me out if you think I'm lying, but I promise to be as honest as you want. But it's a two way street and I know you're probably tired from running down it so long in which case I would gladly rub your feet or your shoulders if you'd like to be a bit more discrete. However, it still may be too soon for that in which case I'll take a couple steps back. Do you like music? How bout dancing? It doesn't have to be romantic I just enjoy the feeling when I'm moving to the rhythm in time with other bodies. Does you mind maybe feel clearer now that your body's moving free or are you holding back because you falsely feel that you lack the ability to let the music move Your soul's of you feet. Let go and hold on to me. I won't let you fall unless you're ready but I'll catch you please don't worry. We are free here. Let's just be here. Forget fear and see where that takes us in a year. Or more Or less Or until you decide that your dress is not the most comfortable thing you could be wearing... I'm just glad we can share the same air and not care that our hair's getting messy. But... This... is the best I've felt. In a loooong while... Spinning out of control Lying With you here next to me.

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we **** in towers he missed the bus by hours clean out the garbage pail with high pressure hoses I want to stick my nose in it and pledge allegiance to its cleanliness he feels the lows the lower it goes god only knows this world is just for show the real experience is in the back we're keeping up appearances and paying taxes "please be quiet and refrain from smoking this is the first and last time I'll inform you that I'm only joking" snip the locks pour the contents subdivide the rations according to your favorite fetish better keep this to ourselves...

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Mar 19, 2013

Mar 19, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC

this is not a midterm essay

we **** in towers he missed the bus by hours clean out the garbage pail with high pressure hoses I want to stick my nose in it and pledge allegiance to its cleanliness he feels the lows the lower it goes god only knows this world is just for show the real experience is in the back we're keeping up appearances and paying taxes "please be quiet and refrain from smoking this is the first and last time I'll inform you that I'm only joking" snip the locks pour the contents subdivide the rations according to your favorite fetish better keep this to ourselves...

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