n-a-1 - Hello Poetry

We walked down the street, Sharp and cold. Past the drunk flasher And the broken boys on bicycles. London, blue and orange, Gives in to winter nights like I Give in to sleep; Guarding myself against the dreams That always, always come. But through exhaust fumes And chemical hazes, I still see the blinking Christmas lights, And the pale death of autumn Feels like my resurrection.

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC

n-a-1

since november

We walked down the street, Sharp and cold. Past the drunk flasher And the broken boys on bicycles. London, blue and orange, Gives in to winter nights like I Give in to sleep; Guarding myself against the dreams That always, always come. But through exhaust fumes And chemical hazes, I still see the blinking Christmas lights, And the pale death of autumn Feels like my resurrection.

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"You have to get up," I said. She lay In his bed. Blinds sliced the grey winter light. Eyes dark, My voice hoarse, A hand at my aching head. She asked, "Why must I?" As traffic noise rose and fell. "Because you have to know when to leave the party, kid." She got up After that. I suppose there was something in my voice That didn't bear arguing with.

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC

n-a-1

march 6th

"You have to get up," I said. She lay In his bed. Blinds sliced the grey winter light. Eyes dark, My voice hoarse, A hand at my aching head. She asked, "Why must I?" As traffic noise rose and fell. "Because you have to know when to leave the party, kid." She got up After that. I suppose there was something in my voice That didn't bear arguing with.

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A flood has wrecked What semblance of a home I'd built, Hollowed me. Gutted, creaking still. You stand close, Tell me you've always loved the rain.

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC

n-a-1

flood

A flood has wrecked What semblance of a home I'd built, Hollowed me. Gutted, creaking still. You stand close, Tell me you've always loved the rain.

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Electronic beats like anxiety attacks I taste metal and ***** Which is it? Or is it my own blood from Chewing on my lip too much (Oops I didn't even know) Smiling so wide my whole face Hurts. Don't you see your teeth are red? Heart thunders in double time There's something in here The corner Open your eyes and see nothing (But you know it's there, right?) Crying all night, so the light Burns. When did you last feel normal? Let's ******* stay for just one more song One more drink, then I'm done I promise. I'm not going crazy, nothing's wrong. (Who's crying? I'm not crying.) Let's stay awake while the world Turns. Don't take me home. Don't take me home. Take me Home.

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC

n-a-1

that one night

Electronic beats like anxiety attacks I taste metal and ***** Which is it? Or is it my own blood from Chewing on my lip too much (Oops I didn't even know) Smiling so wide my whole face Hurts. Don't you see your teeth are red? Heart thunders in double time There's something in here The corner Open your eyes and see nothing (But you know it's there, right?) Crying all night, so the light Burns. When did you last feel normal? Let's ******* stay for just one more song One more drink, then I'm done I promise. I'm not going crazy, nothing's wrong. (Who's crying? I'm not crying.) Let's stay awake while the world Turns. Don't take me home. Don't take me home. Take me Home.

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mid-afternoon, planes skim overhead on raw autumn winds. almost a year ago, two girls, high on the promise of life, played a game. time flies when you're having fun laughter like the screeching brakes of a train hangovers like police sirens no one wins the games we play a vapour trail, and i correct my previous statement: time flies, regardless.

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Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC

n-a-1

on living below a flight path

mid-afternoon, planes skim overhead on raw autumn winds. almost a year ago, two girls, high on the promise of life, played a game. time flies when you're having fun laughter like the screeching brakes of a train hangovers like police sirens no one wins the games we play a vapour trail, and i correct my previous statement: time flies, regardless.

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