marine-andreson - Hello Poetry

Waves - glide towards the shore so gracefully only to trip and crash headfirst onto the sand, much to their embarrassment

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Jun 22, 2012

Jun 22, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC

marine-andreson

The clumsy ocean

Waves - glide towards the shore so gracefully only to trip and crash headfirst onto the sand, much to their embarrassment

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Such style Your clothing speaks - loudly Serving the function of your voice Your eyes avoid others, like a game, darting away, while your vocal chords silent How is one whose clothes speaks so strongly, so shy?

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Jun 2, 2012

Jun 2, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Style and Voice

Such style Your clothing speaks - loudly Serving the function of your voice Your eyes avoid others, like a game, darting away, while your vocal chords silent How is one whose clothes speaks so strongly, so shy?

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Air under the wings as we rush upwards, peeking out our windows Molten metal winks and calls for us from below Calling to be mined…excavated…or is that just our human nature?

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May 30, 2012

May 30, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Bodies of water at sunset

Air under the wings as we rush upwards, peeking out our windows Molten metal winks and calls for us from below Calling to be mined…excavated…or is that just our human nature?

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White drops on a colored wall The mark of a distracted painter blights or beauty marks on the celestial canvas?

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May 30, 2012

May 30, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Clouds

White drops on a colored wall The mark of a distracted painter blights or beauty marks on the celestial canvas?

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floating on a plane of champagne adrift longing for those I hold so dear the best way to cope the music fills my ears, the drink fills my brain, the couch envelopes my form unfathomable happiness, joy close to bursting at the seems it's amazing that I can still type so fast the keyboard might catch on fire how to deal with the sudden separation, the alacrity of the surgeon's deft slice, friends separated yet only temporarily, until the surgeon stitches them back together another year at school how to deal the lightbulbs searing images into my eyebulbs I now inhabit the plane of oblivion, I finally understand

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May 14, 2012

May 14, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC

marine-andreson

I miss you

floating on a plane of champagne adrift longing for those I hold so dear the best way to cope the music fills my ears, the drink fills my brain, the couch envelopes my form unfathomable happiness, joy close to bursting at the seems it's amazing that I can still type so fast the keyboard might catch on fire how to deal with the sudden separation, the alacrity of the surgeon's deft slice, friends separated yet only temporarily, until the surgeon stitches them back together another year at school how to deal the lightbulbs searing images into my eyebulbs I now inhabit the plane of oblivion, I finally understand

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A wonderful flowing mess of wind, hair, and face. The face, swirling away amongst the clouds. Like water, it evaporates into the atmosphere, only to be rained down again upon the world. Beautiful face particles, hydrating the plants and animals and splashing upon the rocks. Face bubbles. But are they small individual particles, each a different color, a different shade of the face? Or are they all the colors of the face swirled into one? Swirl upon swirl. The plants and animals will take in these particles, growing with them, nourished by them, reflecting them in their own visages. Immortal? or inorganic?

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May 1, 2012

May 1, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Faces as bubbles

A wonderful flowing mess of wind, hair, and face. The face, swirling away amongst the clouds. Like water, it evaporates into the atmosphere, only to be rained down again upon the world. Beautiful face particles, hydrating the plants and animals and splashing upon the rocks. Face bubbles. But are they small individual particles, each a different color, a different shade of the face? Or are they all the colors of the face swirled into one? Swirl upon swirl. The plants and animals will take in these particles, growing with them, nourished by them, reflecting them in their own visages. Immortal? or inorganic?

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The leaves, flittering like birds, birds that have been attached, captured, leashes of fishing line around their neck, allowed to float in the breeze, tasting the freedom. The taste rolls off their tongues, down the back of their throats. It tastes like more. But there is not more to have. Tethered in groups to their branches, swaying, holding the branches up like balloons. They bring such pleasure to those watching them, watching at the zoo of nature. Occasionally, these visitors will throw a crumb, a disturbance in the air, sending a breeze to them, scattering the birds, only to regroup momentarily as they are ****** back by their leashes. (Yet only the flitteringest of leaves are birds. The needles, poised like popcorn of green starch, stick out from their branches, frozen after their explosion into the air, paralyzed at their first breath.)

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May 1, 2012

May 1, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Leaves as birds

The leaves, flittering like birds, birds that have been attached, captured, leashes of fishing line around their neck, allowed to float in the breeze, tasting the freedom. The taste rolls off their tongues, down the back of their throats. It tastes like more. But there is not more to have. Tethered in groups to their branches, swaying, holding the branches up like balloons. They bring such pleasure to those watching them, watching at the zoo of nature. Occasionally, these visitors will throw a crumb, a disturbance in the air, sending a breeze to them, scattering the birds, only to regroup momentarily as they are ****** back by their leashes. (Yet only the flitteringest of leaves are birds. The needles, poised like popcorn of green starch, stick out from their branches, frozen after their explosion into the air, paralyzed at their first breath.)

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Fingers tapping on a keyboard Tendons clacking up and down Marching towards oblivion

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Apr 27, 2012

Apr 27, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Forced Writing

Fingers tapping on a keyboard Tendons clacking up and down Marching towards oblivion

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What does it mean to be interesting? Is it: to be captured in the thoughts of another, their mind giving a projection of your self a life of its own ? (Yet how can they know A projection is just that – a façade, a portrayal) Only one aspect of a three dimensional object How can they know what it is really like to be an interesting person? What does it mean to be boring? Is it: to have given up on yourself? to be afraid to show yourself, for fear, for shame, for any negative emotion? (Yet you must know, it is these imperfections, these inconsistencies that fascinate) Humans love a puzzle

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Apr 27, 2012

Apr 27, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC

marine-andreson

an interesting thought

What does it mean to be interesting? Is it: to be captured in the thoughts of another, their mind giving a projection of your self a life of its own ? (Yet how can they know A projection is just that – a façade, a portrayal) Only one aspect of a three dimensional object How can they know what it is really like to be an interesting person? What does it mean to be boring? Is it: to have given up on yourself? to be afraid to show yourself, for fear, for shame, for any negative emotion? (Yet you must know, it is these imperfections, these inconsistencies that fascinate) Humans love a puzzle

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All I wanted to do was dance now I am faced with a squeaky keyboard All I wanted to do was dance but how can particles in a tube of toothpaste dance? All I wanted to do was dance Alone. Unwanted contact from all angles. Beer rained down from the sky, but it was refreshing in our hot tube of toothpaste Who smokes in a mosh pit? Who are you. PS sorry to the man who's hat I tried to steal But seriously, why would you ever wear a hat to a dance party if you didn't want it to get stolen Didn't you know that a hat is like a drunk-nip to a drunk person? Who are you ? All I wanted to do was dance and jump up and down and fist pump the night away But then the night became cold My only options were to shiver the night away or drink the cold away Didn't you ever wonder how people survive in Russia? So I was no longer cold But that was not the first part But was it the worst part? Touch. Oh, you. You're a silly verb. At once so innocent, but so easily are the bullets loaded, turning a word into a gun Can you show us on the doll what happened?

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Apr 26, 2012

Apr 26, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC

marine-andreson

Discomfort

All I wanted to do was dance now I am faced with a squeaky keyboard All I wanted to do was dance but how can particles in a tube of toothpaste dance? All I wanted to do was dance Alone. Unwanted contact from all angles. Beer rained down from the sky, but it was refreshing in our hot tube of toothpaste Who smokes in a mosh pit? Who are you. PS sorry to the man who's hat I tried to steal But seriously, why would you ever wear a hat to a dance party if you didn't want it to get stolen Didn't you know that a hat is like a drunk-nip to a drunk person? Who are you ? All I wanted to do was dance and jump up and down and fist pump the night away But then the night became cold My only options were to shiver the night away or drink the cold away Didn't you ever wonder how people survive in Russia? So I was no longer cold But that was not the first part But was it the worst part? Touch. Oh, you. You're a silly verb. At once so innocent, but so easily are the bullets loaded, turning a word into a gun Can you show us on the doll what happened?

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