meghan-oneill - Hello Poetry

Everyone is a musician I found god. This is god Good Friday made better by sprawling empty city And pure deafening sound Being thrown to the ground And treaded on And picked back up again By tender and caring hands. Bruises remain and muscles ache for days Ears ring. The flash of light and pure raw sensation plagues my dreams I fell in love so many times that night In love with all the nameless faceless bodies The bass so tangible it withdrew something from me My breath? And cold winter air breathed back into me Crowds of tender lovers Carry me to safety. What is the opposite of sleep? I found god And the peace within chaos Virginity restored by sin It is a sin to feel so much at once To feel full It is a sin that I will never repent It is a temptation that would bend the iron will of god I did not doubt in that moment. I did not doubt anything Not even the rain.

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC

11:24 pm

Everyone is a musician I found god. This is god Good Friday made better by sprawling empty city And pure deafening sound Being thrown to the ground And treaded on And picked back up again By tender and caring hands. Bruises remain and muscles ache for days Ears ring. The flash of light and pure raw sensation plagues my dreams I fell in love so many times that night In love with all the nameless faceless bodies The bass so tangible it withdrew something from me My breath? And cold winter air breathed back into me Crowds of tender lovers Carry me to safety. What is the opposite of sleep? I found god And the peace within chaos Virginity restored by sin It is a sin to feel so much at once To feel full It is a sin that I will never repent It is a temptation that would bend the iron will of god I did not doubt in that moment. I did not doubt anything Not even the rain.

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**** you

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC

To watch your chest heave Up and down and up And down Faster as my mouth moves Silent words and speech Whispers of I love You? But oh so silent be the lamb that follows When the leader is waiting on the flock To watch your chest heave And heat Discarded threads of yarn Typically mistaken for fabric Fictional Reality. Lips and teeth And bruises. To watch your chest heave Red eyes We're both high And I'm crying Fingertips touch And you reach inside me and pirate my heart I am but a carbon copy The flesh you removed from me Removed me from. To watch your chest heave Hurts me.

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC

Joseph; revisited

To watch your chest heave Up and down and up And down Faster as my mouth moves Silent words and speech Whispers of I love You? But oh so silent be the lamb that follows When the leader is waiting on the flock To watch your chest heave And heat Discarded threads of yarn Typically mistaken for fabric Fictional Reality. Lips and teeth And bruises. To watch your chest heave Red eyes We're both high And I'm crying Fingertips touch And you reach inside me and pirate my heart I am but a carbon copy The flesh you removed from me Removed me from. To watch your chest heave Hurts me.

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“Dear Kitty-cat, black and pretty, tell us what to do in order to get away from thy mistress, the witch?” Pity on the poor soul Do your work with seeds of sympathy falling from your eyes Stitch up the wounds of dead flesh Beat on broken drums and sing in time with the willow branch When the screams of the innocent drown out the howl of the wolf sing too The birch tree lisped with its leaves, “Thou hast never put a simple thread over my branches and the little darlings adorned them with a pretty ribbon.”

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC

3_Notebook: gold

“Dear Kitty-cat, black and pretty, tell us what to do in order to get away from thy mistress, the witch?” Pity on the poor soul Do your work with seeds of sympathy falling from your eyes Stitch up the wounds of dead flesh Beat on broken drums and sing in time with the willow branch When the screams of the innocent drown out the howl of the wolf sing too The birch tree lisped with its leaves, “Thou hast never put a simple thread over my branches and the little darlings adorned them with a pretty ribbon.”

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Don't want Beatrice We want a benediction One final song to bring an end to this friction. The volcano days with the finality of Pompeii Return flesh that once was beige Into a sullen shade of grey. We were all born to die So return to the ground and sing We are all kings we are all kings we are all kings

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC

2_Notebook: gold

Don't want Beatrice We want a benediction One final song to bring an end to this friction. The volcano days with the finality of Pompeii Return flesh that once was beige Into a sullen shade of grey. We were all born to die So return to the ground and sing We are all kings we are all kings we are all kings

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Idolisce Art is dead. Corporate Christmas. Merry capitalism. The word of the wolf is our gospel Misleading the flock towards exodus A charming smile on a mouth full of teeth Picking every last bone clean Idolisce Art is dead Uniformity and the beat the heat of war Culture of violence breeds fighters Not writers Great minds forbidden to create A masochistic parade Idolisce Art is dead Shout loud until your heard And then speak louder Tear down the walls between us and them The ******** need to hear us Taste the fire of our words And the pain we don't deserve but we feel anyway One people one voice one song Sing along With raised fists and open palms Burn the pages of capitalist psalms Sing along Until the pigs are gone

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC

Notebook: gold

Idolisce Art is dead. Corporate Christmas. Merry capitalism. The word of the wolf is our gospel Misleading the flock towards exodus A charming smile on a mouth full of teeth Picking every last bone clean Idolisce Art is dead Uniformity and the beat the heat of war Culture of violence breeds fighters Not writers Great minds forbidden to create A masochistic parade Idolisce Art is dead Shout loud until your heard And then speak louder Tear down the walls between us and them The ******** need to hear us Taste the fire of our words And the pain we don't deserve but we feel anyway One people one voice one song Sing along With raised fists and open palms Burn the pages of capitalist psalms Sing along Until the pigs are gone

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Heat Electricity and emotions Unconscious and subconscious Predominant and primarily dominant Dilated Hands like claws with fists full of skin and sheet and shirt Unable to discern Just feel Waves Rocking into the shore with passion and power No mind to silent sediment Relentless currents pulling everything Waves tumble head over heels but never stop Lightning strikes But then fades away again Fleeting Never constant but dangerous and beautiful No names, just feelings, no emotions, just feelings and flesh Red snow Reflection? Or animosity Animalistic atrocity Boom Like lightning but prettier Stay after to admire Sink in and do it again every year Write about it think about it Sing Raise hearts to god in sinful praise With handfuls of lover's grace Remind me of the days when I didn't regret the moves I make Fill me up so I can forget For a while Cosmic Electrick Charged with emotion Direction unknown so let it go Give it to someone else The faceless nameless midnight confidants Express yourself

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC

Fireworks Part II

Heat Electricity and emotions Unconscious and subconscious Predominant and primarily dominant Dilated Hands like claws with fists full of skin and sheet and shirt Unable to discern Just feel Waves Rocking into the shore with passion and power No mind to silent sediment Relentless currents pulling everything Waves tumble head over heels but never stop Lightning strikes But then fades away again Fleeting Never constant but dangerous and beautiful No names, just feelings, no emotions, just feelings and flesh Red snow Reflection? Or animosity Animalistic atrocity Boom Like lightning but prettier Stay after to admire Sink in and do it again every year Write about it think about it Sing Raise hearts to god in sinful praise With handfuls of lover's grace Remind me of the days when I didn't regret the moves I make Fill me up so I can forget For a while Cosmic Electrick Charged with emotion Direction unknown so let it go Give it to someone else The faceless nameless midnight confidants Express yourself

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A culture of addiction and ignorance Pushing poppies instead of daisies The only light snakes around the corners Of carefully drawn blinds. Red eyes. Tongue tied and silent A supernova behind the eyes of an innocent The memories of masochism and open hands Fingers pressed together Cruel intentions caked in the creases of palms. They haunt the night time Is it night time? Mildew. The smell of apathy with a hint of persistence Which sets in once the blackness starts to seem periwinkle And geography is etched into ****** finger tips And skinned knees. Every penny flowing free Into the crook of your elbow. Anything to silence. Anything to feel. Hope and healing are out of reach But the apples still shine in your eyes when you dream And then everything seems a little closer.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC

Cloud 9

A culture of addiction and ignorance Pushing poppies instead of daisies The only light snakes around the corners Of carefully drawn blinds. Red eyes. Tongue tied and silent A supernova behind the eyes of an innocent The memories of masochism and open hands Fingers pressed together Cruel intentions caked in the creases of palms. They haunt the night time Is it night time? Mildew. The smell of apathy with a hint of persistence Which sets in once the blackness starts to seem periwinkle And geography is etched into ****** finger tips And skinned knees. Every penny flowing free Into the crook of your elbow. Anything to silence. Anything to feel. Hope and healing are out of reach But the apples still shine in your eyes when you dream And then everything seems a little closer.

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Rush and heat Energy crackles in the air like radio static Radio silence People stood in rows staring in awe Lights Glitter rain, like the movies Like kissing in the rain Running in the rain The hookup the breakup the makeup The *** The sparks are tangible tasteable tangy tangerine terrific terrifying Electrick Energy Thrilling Being high without being intoxicated I'm intoxicated by you High on you High on being with you around you inside you Feeling you as close as you can be to me I can feel the fireworks welling up inside me The sparks on your tongue ignite me Off I go As high as a cloud Into infinity leaving trails of cosmic dust behind me Shining like a star running away The smoke that lingers afterwards is part of me too The exhale after the arch backed clutching Release like fire With fire comes smoke Passion Sparks linger in your eyes In my eyes in our eyes I want to keep them to myself I keep my eyes shut to lock in the feelings Commit them to memory Burn the synapses like fire trails to gunpowder BANG I explode but you hold me together My guts rattle Like Fourth of July Fifth of November I want to feel like this Feel you like this The sonic vibration in every quantum of me You make me full like a universe full of stars Glittering in the palms of children in the summer Looking up at the sky Seeing explosions Some beautiful things can't be explained But we still try Try so hard to be independent All I need is people All I want to need is myself Sleep like a starfish or a fetus I wasn't ready for the boom I never am But it comes It ****

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC

Fireworks

Rush and heat Energy crackles in the air like radio static Radio silence People stood in rows staring in awe Lights Glitter rain, like the movies Like kissing in the rain Running in the rain The hookup the breakup the makeup The *** The sparks are tangible tasteable tangy tangerine terrific terrifying Electrick Energy Thrilling Being high without being intoxicated I'm intoxicated by you High on you High on being with you around you inside you Feeling you as close as you can be to me I can feel the fireworks welling up inside me The sparks on your tongue ignite me Off I go As high as a cloud Into infinity leaving trails of cosmic dust behind me Shining like a star running away The smoke that lingers afterwards is part of me too The exhale after the arch backed clutching Release like fire With fire comes smoke Passion Sparks linger in your eyes In my eyes in our eyes I want to keep them to myself I keep my eyes shut to lock in the feelings Commit them to memory Burn the synapses like fire trails to gunpowder BANG I explode but you hold me together My guts rattle Like Fourth of July Fifth of November I want to feel like this Feel you like this The sonic vibration in every quantum of me You make me full like a universe full of stars Glittering in the palms of children in the summer Looking up at the sky Seeing explosions Some beautiful things can't be explained But we still try Try so hard to be independent All I need is people All I want to need is myself Sleep like a starfish or a fetus I wasn't ready for the boom I never am But it comes It ****

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Goose. Goose goose geese. Geese Geese goose geese, duck geese goose geese duck geese goose geese. Duck goose geese Swan duck goose. geese goose duck swan swan duck goose geese goose. swan duck geese Ryan Gosling goose duck swan. Swan duck goose. Swan. Goose duck geese goose. Goose swan geese duck. Swan swan goose duck geese goose. Duck duck goose geese swan. duck swan. duck. swan. swan.

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC

Water Fowl Part I

Goose. Goose goose geese. Geese Geese goose geese, duck geese goose geese duck geese goose geese. Duck goose geese Swan duck goose. geese goose duck swan swan duck goose geese goose. swan duck geese Ryan Gosling goose duck swan. Swan duck goose. Swan. Goose duck geese goose. Goose swan geese duck. Swan swan goose duck geese goose. Duck duck goose geese swan. duck swan. duck. swan. swan.

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