n0r - Hello Poetry

Trivial and tribulations The hollow of her hearts still shines; Under moon light dripping sweetly, Escape from your inclines. Bastille trumpets a song aloud To golden fields a maize we carve Our minds imparting solitude To hold the lands again we’d starve So still the moon light pours.

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Feb 21, 2020

Feb 21, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC

n0r

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Trivial and tribulations The hollow of her hearts still shines; Under moon light dripping sweetly, Escape from your inclines. Bastille trumpets a song aloud To golden fields a maize we carve Our minds imparting solitude To hold the lands again we’d starve So still the moon light pours.

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Drizzlin’ The minds' spittle; Kernals in the kibble, Eternal yearns little; Little found inside This ground, hallowed Hollow is; Fallow sound rebounds Echoes in the resonance; This breath is;

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC

n0r

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Drizzlin’ The minds' spittle; Kernals in the kibble, Eternal yearns little; Little found inside This ground, hallowed Hollow is; Fallow sound rebounds Echoes in the resonance; This breath is;

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A Stigma, Isms

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC

Slipping into respite Beneath the noon’s lights Knowing tomorrow holds another dragging, Cigarettes between lips, ignite The tick tock’s sagging, bliss Missed in tearful reminiscence. Sip the sweet wine And add a stain, a scraping Away of the cerebellum’s folds Every evening after waking Drag this frame across A few sharp blocks To get a fix That will **** the chattering Forever, Someday.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC

n0r

Memories

Slipping into respite Beneath the noon’s lights Knowing tomorrow holds another dragging, Cigarettes between lips, ignite The tick tock’s sagging, bliss Missed in tearful reminiscence. Sip the sweet wine And add a stain, a scraping Away of the cerebellum’s folds Every evening after waking Drag this frame across A few sharp blocks To get a fix That will **** the chattering Forever, Someday.

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i can hear it in the way your voice sounds. the way you laugh, the way i can see your smile through the speakers knowing that big heart carries worries and hardships that i will never know. like quiet refrigerator humming, i can feel the pit of your stomach in mine. i can see the way the ivy of the ocean spills and rushes around your neck the climbing waters rooting into you. after the quiet days you will give me a meter and i can feel my heart start running miles, reaching for you, trying to figure out some way to pick up all of this broken glass so you won’t get cut on the sharp edges. i’m trying to save this sand that is spilling from my chest into my overflowing hands, so we can build a home together. trying to bail the water out of the hull of your ship so the salt won’t touch your lips, because the ocean is deep and wide and so, so much blue but it isn’t enough to even try and keep me from you. i will swim out until im so tired im gasping, so i can carry you out of the deep, brush the jellyfish from your hair, and whisper to the starfish that have found home in your eyes til they slide away back to their tidepools. i will kiss the salt away and smother you in fresh water and warm hands to hold. i know you are sailing in rough waters, the waves beat against my door and it makes me sea sick knowing you’re so far out. i will turn on the lighthouse and stretch my arms as far as they will go, reaching to pull you back safely to the shoreline, reaching to bring you home.

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n0r

Sep 24, 2018

Sep 24, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC

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stormy waters

i can hear it in the way your voice sounds. the way you laugh, the way i can see your smile through the speakers knowing that big heart carries worries and hardships that i will never know. like quiet refrigerator humming, i can feel the pit of your stomach in mine. i can see the way the ivy of the ocean spills and rushes around your neck the climbing waters rooting into you. after the quiet days you will give me a meter and i can feel my heart start running miles, reaching for you, trying to figure out some way to pick up all of this broken glass so you won’t get cut on the sharp edges. i’m trying to save this sand that is spilling from my chest into my overflowing hands, so we can build a home together. trying to bail the water out of the hull of your ship so the salt won’t touch your lips, because the ocean is deep and wide and so, so much blue but it isn’t enough to even try and keep me from you. i will swim out until im so tired im gasping, so i can carry you out of the deep, brush the jellyfish from your hair, and whisper to the starfish that have found home in your eyes til they slide away back to their tidepools. i will kiss the salt away and smother you in fresh water and warm hands to hold. i know you are sailing in rough waters, the waves beat against my door and it makes me sea sick knowing you’re so far out. i will turn on the lighthouse and stretch my arms as far as they will go, reaching to pull you back safely to the shoreline, reaching to bring you home.

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I rested on him, And breathed in his, A strong scent of musk *** and hummus Mixing with our intermingling Sweat. Pouring out was this, His and mine, When those freckled knuckles Slid through The veneer between us And into clarity; I gasped And held on, Knowing We would end As all things do, In a tiny death Between us.

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Sep 24, 2018

Sep 24, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC

n0r

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I rested on him, And breathed in his, A strong scent of musk *** and hummus Mixing with our intermingling Sweat. Pouring out was this, His and mine, When those freckled knuckles Slid through The veneer between us And into clarity; I gasped And held on, Knowing We would end As all things do, In a tiny death Between us.

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Today I drew a tree. It was a metaphor, really. Written within soil were my aspirations, Dedications I hoped to grow. I came back to it this evening, And saw the gaps within the bark. Grabbing some tools I pressed my Self on spaces asking to be filled. The emptiness marked was darker, Fresher from the pen. Adding texture to this child’s art, I smiled and drew again.

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC

n0r

Froot

Today I drew a tree. It was a metaphor, really. Written within soil were my aspirations, Dedications I hoped to grow. I came back to it this evening, And saw the gaps within the bark. Grabbing some tools I pressed my Self on spaces asking to be filled. The emptiness marked was darker, Fresher from the pen. Adding texture to this child’s art, I smiled and drew again.

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I’m lonely Purposeless Afraid Of an empty future Where every day slides by Me, an existential malaise growing Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction; Calling my self an artist And a lover And a friend Without ever feeling art Or love Or friendship. Just this; The fading of my eyes’ light A whispering into my ears “This is justice For what you’ve become.”

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC

n0r

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I’m lonely Purposeless Afraid Of an empty future Where every day slides by Me, an existential malaise growing Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction; Calling my self an artist And a lover And a friend Without ever feeling art Or love Or friendship. Just this; The fading of my eyes’ light A whispering into my ears “This is justice For what you’ve become.”

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