nicolai-alexander-goff - Hello Poetry

You bumped into me. I saw you try to run, trying to be free. And yet even so, we were all people wanted to see. How did we know about simple things like love? We were certainly not examples of when push comes to shove. I learned your name in the midst of silence.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Uranos' Tendencies VI

You bumped into me. I saw you try to run, trying to be free. And yet even so, we were all people wanted to see. How did we know about simple things like love? We were certainly not examples of when push comes to shove. I learned your name in the midst of silence.

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You walked ages. I read many, many pages. Treating each kiss as my day's wages. Why did you get so flustered? We promised not to keep our feelings so clustered. I remember the way you said the words to me so sweet.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Uranos' Tendencies V

You walked ages. I read many, many pages. Treating each kiss as my day's wages. Why did you get so flustered? We promised not to keep our feelings so clustered. I remember the way you said the words to me so sweet.

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I felt that smile. I wish I could feel that just more than awhile. It would be funny if I could hold on to it, like in a file. I would hold you all day if I could. You should go now...no, wait; you shouldn't. Don't disappear into a dream that has no end again.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Uranos' Tendencies IV

I felt that smile. I wish I could feel that just more than awhile. It would be funny if I could hold on to it, like in a file. I would hold you all day if I could. You should go now...no, wait; you shouldn't. Don't disappear into a dream that has no end again.

6

This sweat is salty on my head. We came up to that horrible place, just like they said. We all cried for rest, for a bed. Who doesn't ask for plenty? In the end, we just end up empty. I can feel that all too well.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Uranos' Tendencies III

This sweat is salty on my head. We came up to that horrible place, just like they said. We all cried for rest, for a bed. Who doesn't ask for plenty? In the end, we just end up empty. I can feel that all too well.

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What was it that we really invented? What shape were we given and into history cemented? Was this what we really intended? Whose soul did we capture? We should not have brought this rapture. I know this is all my fault.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Uranos' Tendencies II

What was it that we really invented? What shape were we given and into history cemented? Was this what we really intended? Whose soul did we capture? We should not have brought this rapture. I know this is all my fault.

6

I can only celebrate life at its end. Those last breaths were a God-send. It was so easy for my will to bend. I miss you. I wish this wasn't true. None of that was my intent.

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Uranos' Tendencies I

I can only celebrate life at its end. Those last breaths were a God-send. It was so easy for my will to bend. I miss you. I wish this wasn't true. None of that was my intent.

6

I trace the lines of discord on a discolored wall in a dismantled land. Ruins of what tomorrow was is all that the eye can see, covered by sand. The tragedy of human corruption smiles upon my hand. Dust. It always crumbles into dust as I try and observe the rust. Rust. Dusty rusty. I laugh at my exasperated joke. My last drop of saliva disappeared, as if I spoke. This parched tongue grasps its roof and pushes on its neighbor teeth. It claws at the uvula, squeezing out any material it can. My hands clench as my anxiety pulls itself out of my heart and I rummage for my canteen. Plenty of water. Water is still plenty. My mother always did tell me, "Each drop of water is a soul we lost on that day.". I laugh again. I don't know why I even cared to worry about getting dry. By the way it seems, the water will never fall out of supply.

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Dusty Rusty

I trace the lines of discord on a discolored wall in a dismantled land. Ruins of what tomorrow was is all that the eye can see, covered by sand. The tragedy of human corruption smiles upon my hand. Dust. It always crumbles into dust as I try and observe the rust. Rust. Dusty rusty. I laugh at my exasperated joke. My last drop of saliva disappeared, as if I spoke. This parched tongue grasps its roof and pushes on its neighbor teeth. It claws at the uvula, squeezing out any material it can. My hands clench as my anxiety pulls itself out of my heart and I rummage for my canteen. Plenty of water. Water is still plenty. My mother always did tell me, "Each drop of water is a soul we lost on that day.". I laugh again. I don't know why I even cared to worry about getting dry. By the way it seems, the water will never fall out of supply.

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Profuse bleeding in and out of this space creeping left AND right in this place Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere as she's flying up there, without fear. It reels away, her pride, as they swing back and forth on that shared ride. Peeling away as he cries, never ending clawing when he tries. Forever it beats and never will it go forth as the vibration of hate intensifies. It flies away, his sigh, as they sit there and wonder why. Protecting the thing they devour in the end, simple little hearts it tries to defend. Welcoming a simple fraction, yet theirs is a stunning reaction. It smiles at the thought of a fight, yet to know what is right. Plastered are the things written in yellow, and a fluidity is seen so slow. Tomorrow is a just a word unknown, when today is the only thing shown, over and over again, whose name only ever waxes and can never wane. Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type, Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype. Asking just what we are is useless, when that thing makes us no better than nonsense. Beating and beating over again, it flows. Running and running, he knows. Poked into, a secret can only mean so much, mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch. Your lies bolster and make you reek, it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week. Rise up and smile on the world, here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Ronin's Opus IV

Profuse bleeding in and out of this space creeping left AND right in this place Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere as she's flying up there, without fear. It reels away, her pride, as they swing back and forth on that shared ride. Peeling away as he cries, never ending clawing when he tries. Forever it beats and never will it go forth as the vibration of hate intensifies. It flies away, his sigh, as they sit there and wonder why. Protecting the thing they devour in the end, simple little hearts it tries to defend. Welcoming a simple fraction, yet theirs is a stunning reaction. It smiles at the thought of a fight, yet to know what is right. Plastered are the things written in yellow, and a fluidity is seen so slow. Tomorrow is a just a word unknown, when today is the only thing shown, over and over again, whose name only ever waxes and can never wane. Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type, Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype. Asking just what we are is useless, when that thing makes us no better than nonsense. Beating and beating over again, it flows. Running and running, he knows. Poked into, a secret can only mean so much, mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch. Your lies bolster and make you reek, it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week. Rise up and smile on the world, here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.

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Once the world was pure in design Twice the air was sullied Thrice the demons came forth to dine Once the world was pure in ideals Twice the water grew red and muddied Thrice by the angels who broke the seals Once the world was pure in responses Twice the earth was spilt Thrice the gods of man spat nothing but nonsense Once the world was pure in expansion Twice the flora and fauna were made ashes Thrice the world was thrown into hell’s mansion Once the world was pure Twice it fell Thrice was made no more

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Ronin’s Opus III

Once the world was pure in design Twice the air was sullied Thrice the demons came forth to dine Once the world was pure in ideals Twice the water grew red and muddied Thrice by the angels who broke the seals Once the world was pure in responses Twice the earth was spilt Thrice the gods of man spat nothing but nonsense Once the world was pure in expansion Twice the flora and fauna were made ashes Thrice the world was thrown into hell’s mansion Once the world was pure Twice it fell Thrice was made no more

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“Pictures of your smell Run though my skin’s thoughts. We’re separate and yet so close. Abstract symbols are What they reduce themselves To. Painted flags signed By leaders that once were one. They’re separate and Yet so close. Mind is pitfalling through Shadow’s smile.Chewing On my conscience. They’ve Ought to be mine. I’m separate And yet so close.”

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Jan 25, 2019

Jan 25, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC

nicolai-alexander-goff

Ronin’s Opus II

“Pictures of your smell Run though my skin’s thoughts. We’re separate and yet so close. Abstract symbols are What they reduce themselves To. Painted flags signed By leaders that once were one. They’re separate and Yet so close. Mind is pitfalling through Shadow’s smile.Chewing On my conscience. They’ve Ought to be mine. I’m separate And yet so close.”

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