nevena - Hello Poetry

this poem is about Me Me me me Me with a gun on my tongue Me and my g.o.o.o.o.o.o.lden bullets aimed at ... ? Me, blowing bubbles in my mind not caring what the plan is Me, imperfect Unperfect me me as Myself incarnate Renaissanced rising from a shell Thoughts creeping up the bone Me me me my meat Meeting at the gap me alone Acceptance sitting on the ridge of my nose so far removed from rejection Who is the warmth of the past? It's me The mist of the unknown Me Spilling forgiveness like liquor bridging across the ridges here's me Unhinged - again Unabridged Spilt not spent Splitting my way through the covers falling through space what dimension? Spilling back into myself Introspect.

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC

rebirth of Venus

this poem is about Me Me me me Me with a gun on my tongue Me and my g.o.o.o.o.o.o.lden bullets aimed at ... ? Me, blowing bubbles in my mind not caring what the plan is Me, imperfect Unperfect me me as Myself incarnate Renaissanced rising from a shell Thoughts creeping up the bone Me me me my meat Meeting at the gap me alone Acceptance sitting on the ridge of my nose so far removed from rejection Who is the warmth of the past? It's me The mist of the unknown Me Spilling forgiveness like liquor bridging across the ridges here's me Unhinged - again Unabridged Spilt not spent Splitting my way through the covers falling through space what dimension? Spilling back into myself Introspect.

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The asking is not where it's at Back to the wall waiting It lights up but shove it d o w n They can live in your back pocket

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC

the asking

The asking is not where it's at Back to the wall waiting It lights up but shove it d o w n They can live in your back pocket

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It's hollow here fishbowl-like Out there They're sharp even when they're soft *painfully vivid like alien forms*

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC

full moon in Pisces

It's hollow here fishbowl-like Out there They're sharp even when they're soft *painfully vivid like alien forms*

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I wished time and time again -to be weightless - not need nor -want To always -have my hands free -and open Never -bent to hold I wished, but...wishes are specks of dust. Specks of the past they fly past my window Sometimes lingering in my hair: _Hello, old friends -lucky I have long hair_ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~ Surely you comprehend the pleasure of flight Meaning is a weak soluble Pursue the carnal. Channel it right ~

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC

05:14

I wished time and time again -to be weightless - not need nor -want To always -have my hands free -and open Never -bent to hold I wished, but...wishes are specks of dust. Specks of the past they fly past my window Sometimes lingering in my hair: _Hello, old friends -lucky I have long hair_ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~ Surely you comprehend the pleasure of flight Meaning is a weak soluble Pursue the carnal. Channel it right ~

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don't turn around i got your back in my sockets hands in pockets sick with emotion motion sickness got me driving circles around you they say it's fluid i say it's more like fire flames licking over the female form if kitchen tiles can swallow up a woman now would be the time

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC

the female form

don't turn around i got your back in my sockets hands in pockets sick with emotion motion sickness got me driving circles around you they say it's fluid i say it's more like fire flames licking over the female form if kitchen tiles can swallow up a woman now would be the time

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Safe from the cold - but barely so, some old icicles still latch on too sharp to shed, will it end? Can it end? Stumbling your way dead end to dead end Growing colder with the fragments that won't melt

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC

March

Safe from the cold - but barely so, some old icicles still latch on too sharp to shed, will it end? Can it end? Stumbling your way dead end to dead end Growing colder with the fragments that won't melt

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The mechanical ticking of the aural pulse, pervading the silence like a pendulum clock - drumming away the hours - drumming away the years making you desperate for irregular change but nothing irregular can ever survive; things, it seems, change so quickly, so violently, but not a beat out of time; and Time - it will not budge - it will not die.

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Oct 18, 2017

Oct 18, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC

Metronome

The mechanical ticking of the aural pulse, pervading the silence like a pendulum clock - drumming away the hours - drumming away the years making you desperate for irregular change but nothing irregular can ever survive; things, it seems, change so quickly, so violently, but not a beat out of time; and Time - it will not budge - it will not die.

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