miracles-by-the-hour - Hello Poetry

It's all fine and dandy until someone says three words i love you are you okay? i miss you It's all fine and dandy until someone says four words you are my everything it's okay to cry come back to me stop talking to me It's all fine and dandy until someone says five words i love you too much please stay with me forever what went wrong with us? i don't recognize you anymore i can't ******* do this It's all fine and dandy until the words that leave your lips tear holes in my stomach Until the syllables that were once flowers become a bouquet of riffles Until the letters in each word are strategized military formations And each necessary breath is a cease fire Until I'm a captive to your speech, tied up by your comments, Your voice slicing up my wrists like old rope Until your smirk is the queue for the canons, Your tongue an airborne dagger Your lips a false surrender as your teeth hide behind with drawn weapons Your body language leaving me to bleed out as you standby for further instruction Everything is fine and dandy Until you open your ******* mouth.

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC

Words

It's all fine and dandy until someone says three words i love you are you okay? i miss you It's all fine and dandy until someone says four words you are my everything it's okay to cry come back to me stop talking to me It's all fine and dandy until someone says five words i love you too much please stay with me forever what went wrong with us? i don't recognize you anymore i can't ******* do this It's all fine and dandy until the words that leave your lips tear holes in my stomach Until the syllables that were once flowers become a bouquet of riffles Until the letters in each word are strategized military formations And each necessary breath is a cease fire Until I'm a captive to your speech, tied up by your comments, Your voice slicing up my wrists like old rope Until your smirk is the queue for the canons, Your tongue an airborne dagger Your lips a false surrender as your teeth hide behind with drawn weapons Your body language leaving me to bleed out as you standby for further instruction Everything is fine and dandy Until you open your ******* mouth.

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He sprinkles salt in my wounds, gently, as every word digs deeper and deeper He deprives my life of flavor, saving it like ammo for the next fresh water war He buries me in a pile of crystals Shining, sparkling, dazzling, until they dehydrate every ounce of ambrosial hope He throws salt over his shoulder for 'good luck', leaving anything and everything behind him burning, withering Like binging and purging, the ocean rolling in and out, he's suffocating me under what he claimed was sugar Like the mastermind behind water-boarding, he jerks me left and right, pure and tainted, innocent and soiled He promises that this time it's Confectioner's He promises the water he's leading me to is fresh But every time it's salt And I'm the definition of insane, constantly falling for the same look in his eyes, the same half smile And every grain is one hundred lies, And every grain brings another ten-year war Sodium chloride might as well be cyanide Simple table salt bottles may as well be containers of gunpowder We're fighting through the desert, sand turned into his favorite compound We're losing, bleeding, lacerated, with only his promises as bandages I'm betrayed by my own body, as I wipe my tears and realize their chemical makeup I'm trying to explain why I panic if my dish is too salty, why I panic if I'm near the ocean I'm rebuilding my pallet, substitution after substitution I'm learning to use other spices I'm remembering the taste of a simpler world. I'm washing over my scars with water I filtered myself.

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC

Salt

He sprinkles salt in my wounds, gently, as every word digs deeper and deeper He deprives my life of flavor, saving it like ammo for the next fresh water war He buries me in a pile of crystals Shining, sparkling, dazzling, until they dehydrate every ounce of ambrosial hope He throws salt over his shoulder for 'good luck', leaving anything and everything behind him burning, withering Like binging and purging, the ocean rolling in and out, he's suffocating me under what he claimed was sugar Like the mastermind behind water-boarding, he jerks me left and right, pure and tainted, innocent and soiled He promises that this time it's Confectioner's He promises the water he's leading me to is fresh But every time it's salt And I'm the definition of insane, constantly falling for the same look in his eyes, the same half smile And every grain is one hundred lies, And every grain brings another ten-year war Sodium chloride might as well be cyanide Simple table salt bottles may as well be containers of gunpowder We're fighting through the desert, sand turned into his favorite compound We're losing, bleeding, lacerated, with only his promises as bandages I'm betrayed by my own body, as I wipe my tears and realize their chemical makeup I'm trying to explain why I panic if my dish is too salty, why I panic if I'm near the ocean I'm rebuilding my pallet, substitution after substitution I'm learning to use other spices I'm remembering the taste of a simpler world. I'm washing over my scars with water I filtered myself.

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Take me on a trip to wonderland through the taste of your unkissed lips

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Sep 14, 2015

Sep 14, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC

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Take me on a trip to wonderland through the taste of your unkissed lips

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Their love is a night of ecstasy in an underground speak easy Forbidden liquor gracing their lips, turning their blood to the drink of Aphrodite Dancing, floating, flying in the age of jazz, the age of freedom Saxophones and metronomes setting tempo to a timeless love affair Their love is a black and white film projected onto a satin screen Hundreds of judgmental eyes staring catatonic at a passion they cannot comprehend Played on repeat, a classic 90 minutes turns to an eternity Their love is a soldier returning from a distant land, embracing the feeling of home Dodging fatal bullets, beating every odd The very second their lips meet again captured in a famous photograph Their love is a movement, marching through Washington Desegregation of the streets, unity at heart Standing up when staying down is simpler, Staying one when splitting is easier Their love is a song that will sit a the top of the charts When music was the newest form of sustenance A melody that will not be soon forgotten, Preserved in the old record hanging on the wall Their love is falling Their love is crashing Their love is burning Their love is dying Their love has taken a hit and cannot possibly withstand another But surely enough, another comes An understanding is lost, Terror breaks out Gasping for breath, for light, for any means Their love is a world in turmoil, a city in rubles, a date never forgotten They were not meant to crash They could not possibly have fallen Their love is barely breathing, a monitor a-rhythmically beeping Their love is crumbling with the world's sense of safety, An event that scarred too deeply Their love is now erstwhile As everyone picks up the pieces Their love ran its course But fell through the cracks of time

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC

9.11

Their love is a night of ecstasy in an underground speak easy Forbidden liquor gracing their lips, turning their blood to the drink of Aphrodite Dancing, floating, flying in the age of jazz, the age of freedom Saxophones and metronomes setting tempo to a timeless love affair Their love is a black and white film projected onto a satin screen Hundreds of judgmental eyes staring catatonic at a passion they cannot comprehend Played on repeat, a classic 90 minutes turns to an eternity Their love is a soldier returning from a distant land, embracing the feeling of home Dodging fatal bullets, beating every odd The very second their lips meet again captured in a famous photograph Their love is a movement, marching through Washington Desegregation of the streets, unity at heart Standing up when staying down is simpler, Staying one when splitting is easier Their love is a song that will sit a the top of the charts When music was the newest form of sustenance A melody that will not be soon forgotten, Preserved in the old record hanging on the wall Their love is falling Their love is crashing Their love is burning Their love is dying Their love has taken a hit and cannot possibly withstand another But surely enough, another comes An understanding is lost, Terror breaks out Gasping for breath, for light, for any means Their love is a world in turmoil, a city in rubles, a date never forgotten They were not meant to crash They could not possibly have fallen Their love is barely breathing, a monitor a-rhythmically beeping Their love is crumbling with the world's sense of safety, An event that scarred too deeply Their love is now erstwhile As everyone picks up the pieces Their love ran its course But fell through the cracks of time

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My heart's too drunk to drive.

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Aug 8, 2015

Aug 8, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC

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My heart's too drunk to drive.

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Driving home at 2AM, listening to the whispers of advice from the highway The smell of the plants rejoicing in the evening's rain lingering in the air, droplets racing on the windshield and under the tires Serenity, wind, loneliness and comfort blow through the windows, swirling around the interior bringing relief from the summer days The promise of pink champagne dances across my lips, as a cold bottle is there to welcome me home Silence fills my ears, wind filtering my thoughts until only one lingers- You

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC

2AM Thoughts

Driving home at 2AM, listening to the whispers of advice from the highway The smell of the plants rejoicing in the evening's rain lingering in the air, droplets racing on the windshield and under the tires Serenity, wind, loneliness and comfort blow through the windows, swirling around the interior bringing relief from the summer days The promise of pink champagne dances across my lips, as a cold bottle is there to welcome me home Silence fills my ears, wind filtering my thoughts until only one lingers- You

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There's a dusty book on an old chestnut bookshelf, 'Love' scrawled across the spine in golden letters. Everyone has read it's secrets and taken them to heart. Everyone has tasted it's nectar and gotten drunk on its words. Everyone has prayed to its truths. Everyone has promised to abide. Verse I: She will love him. Verse II: He will love her. She-him, he-her. These pronouns are tattooed in my eye lids. These pronouns course through my veins. These pronouns are stuck in my throat. I'm choking on a normality I've been force fed, my insides burning with society's expectations. As I prayed every night for the man of my dreams. As I confessed ever boy I had ever kissed. As I looked at him and felt nothing. As I looked at her and felt everything. My fingers skimmed the pages of society's bible, the pages slicing apart my fingers and leaving blood in the margins. When my friends placed the rosary around their hands, and I placed my hands in hers. When I looked into the words being taken so blindly, and my body created antibodies for every lie I had contracted. And I stared into the verses, washing them away with angry tears. And I threw the book into the fire, watching as the flames made their final edits. And I looked into her eyes, and I tasted her lips. And I let everything about her become everything I know. I ignored the teachings I had once treasured and wrote a book for myself. I learned to be unfaithful, and put my faith in her.

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC

Unfaithful

There's a dusty book on an old chestnut bookshelf, 'Love' scrawled across the spine in golden letters. Everyone has read it's secrets and taken them to heart. Everyone has tasted it's nectar and gotten drunk on its words. Everyone has prayed to its truths. Everyone has promised to abide. Verse I: She will love him. Verse II: He will love her. She-him, he-her. These pronouns are tattooed in my eye lids. These pronouns course through my veins. These pronouns are stuck in my throat. I'm choking on a normality I've been force fed, my insides burning with society's expectations. As I prayed every night for the man of my dreams. As I confessed ever boy I had ever kissed. As I looked at him and felt nothing. As I looked at her and felt everything. My fingers skimmed the pages of society's bible, the pages slicing apart my fingers and leaving blood in the margins. When my friends placed the rosary around their hands, and I placed my hands in hers. When I looked into the words being taken so blindly, and my body created antibodies for every lie I had contracted. And I stared into the verses, washing them away with angry tears. And I threw the book into the fire, watching as the flames made their final edits. And I looked into her eyes, and I tasted her lips. And I let everything about her become everything I know. I ignored the teachings I had once treasured and wrote a book for myself. I learned to be unfaithful, and put my faith in her.

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Are these dreams self inflicted? Am I addicted to exhaustion? Are these dreams coincidences? Am I doomed on the instances that the universe hand picks? These dreams are a manifestation of my worries, my fears My tears are a 3D dictionary- a physical translation of horrors every sundown These dreams drive me to ******* insanity While vanity and shallow diseases plague those around me Screaming, crying, shaking They're breaking down my walls, painting bags under my eyes and a scowl on my face I'm desperate for alleviation In a nation so obsessed with pills, somewhere there's a capsule in a haystack Like an unsolvable math question A lesson ungraspable, darkness clouds my mind and feeds on my light The darkness behind my eyes swirling with unfamiliarity A rarity that I wake up not undead I'm screaming for help in a sound-proof room A bloom of skulls instead of flowers My sheets are painted blood red My bed never a place of solace I'm forever drowning in a sea of unrest Forces doing their best to keep me under I'm spluttering, hyperventilating My thoughts always contemplating whether to pull all nighters for the rest of my nights I'm eating myself alive and no one seems to mind As this kind of infliction is only in my head.

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC

Infliction

Are these dreams self inflicted? Am I addicted to exhaustion? Are these dreams coincidences? Am I doomed on the instances that the universe hand picks? These dreams are a manifestation of my worries, my fears My tears are a 3D dictionary- a physical translation of horrors every sundown These dreams drive me to ******* insanity While vanity and shallow diseases plague those around me Screaming, crying, shaking They're breaking down my walls, painting bags under my eyes and a scowl on my face I'm desperate for alleviation In a nation so obsessed with pills, somewhere there's a capsule in a haystack Like an unsolvable math question A lesson ungraspable, darkness clouds my mind and feeds on my light The darkness behind my eyes swirling with unfamiliarity A rarity that I wake up not undead I'm screaming for help in a sound-proof room A bloom of skulls instead of flowers My sheets are painted blood red My bed never a place of solace I'm forever drowning in a sea of unrest Forces doing their best to keep me under I'm spluttering, hyperventilating My thoughts always contemplating whether to pull all nighters for the rest of my nights I'm eating myself alive and no one seems to mind As this kind of infliction is only in my head.

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Who fills your thoughts when it's midnight and you've had a full glass of rosé?

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Jul 24, 2015

Jul 24, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC

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