noel-irion - Hello Poetry

i know, at times in my past, i did things when i knew there existed a consequence i would not like. i dont know why, at times in my past, i did things when i knew there existed a consequence i would not like.

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC

in consequence

i know, at times in my past, i did things when i knew there existed a consequence i would not like. i dont know why, at times in my past, i did things when i knew there existed a consequence i would not like.

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a white picket fence bordered the backyard of my childhood home, a neatly trimmed hedge my father planted himself framed the front, there used to be a pine tree, it was replaced with an artificial fish pond a decade ago, the house was yellow, not musty or vibrant, but like a sunflower with a dark green door atop seven steps leading to the front porch that used to leak rainwater into our pots and pans whenever a storm came. i used to have a telescope stationed in my bedroom window to observe the bank across the street, there were two lenses, one magnified the zoom while the other inverted the image, i remember watching people work at their desks attached to the ceiling, but it just made my head hurt. when the bank would close at dusk i would tilt the telescope to glance at the night sky. i always searched for Mars, i sometimes claimed to have found it but it was probably just space-junk. that same telescope now rests collecting dust in my basement, searching for stars amidst forgotten treasures.

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC

telescope

a white picket fence bordered the backyard of my childhood home, a neatly trimmed hedge my father planted himself framed the front, there used to be a pine tree, it was replaced with an artificial fish pond a decade ago, the house was yellow, not musty or vibrant, but like a sunflower with a dark green door atop seven steps leading to the front porch that used to leak rainwater into our pots and pans whenever a storm came. i used to have a telescope stationed in my bedroom window to observe the bank across the street, there were two lenses, one magnified the zoom while the other inverted the image, i remember watching people work at their desks attached to the ceiling, but it just made my head hurt. when the bank would close at dusk i would tilt the telescope to glance at the night sky. i always searched for Mars, i sometimes claimed to have found it but it was probably just space-junk. that same telescope now rests collecting dust in my basement, searching for stars amidst forgotten treasures.

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but i can't see through the mystery that's you, a beautiful disguise, please let me be free of this misery, thanks to you and your lovely, lonely eyes. the truth is we are stuck in harmony, two lone wolves searching far and wide, please let me be in your company, i cannot be without those lovely, lonely eyes.

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC

lovely, lonely eyes

but i can't see through the mystery that's you, a beautiful disguise, please let me be free of this misery, thanks to you and your lovely, lonely eyes. the truth is we are stuck in harmony, two lone wolves searching far and wide, please let me be in your company, i cannot be without those lovely, lonely eyes.

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such strong gales of wind pummel the windows again as a gavel does.

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Mar 8, 2012

Mar 8, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC

Gales

such strong gales of wind pummel the windows again as a gavel does.

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the daily hum-drum that we find in our lives has again been replaced with this dub-step vibe, we step in time to the rhythm as it moves wobbling drops that can't stop our groove. in fact they fuel it, the real-time, phase-nine, electro-hip hop, bass-line. laser projections ready to stump and soothe our sight-line, like a spaceship's blast off up over to cloud nine. a bass-smith's tools perfect ghoulish dub lines, the masters of the craft, now imploding history's timeline.

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Feb 6, 2012

Feb 6, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC

history's timeline (working title)

the daily hum-drum that we find in our lives has again been replaced with this dub-step vibe, we step in time to the rhythm as it moves wobbling drops that can't stop our groove. in fact they fuel it, the real-time, phase-nine, electro-hip hop, bass-line. laser projections ready to stump and soothe our sight-line, like a spaceship's blast off up over to cloud nine. a bass-smith's tools perfect ghoulish dub lines, the masters of the craft, now imploding history's timeline.

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