olli-niyi-awosusi - Hello Poetry

assign me a piece of your mind and to the bottom of my rucksack it’ll go and its whispering will shake all the change and bad and same i keep stuffed in there too and send shrapnel singing straight at my heart but don’t worry baby, it’s as tough as brand new pleather and don’t fret sweetie as though i don’t really have the funds as long as what seeps ‘tween front teeth as whispered ammunition is still friendly fire as i hold your pan, i’m your darling refugee but don’t feel bad about it honey 'cos if you smile just right, then we’re a rainbow 'cos i’m the sun and you’re just rain 'cos hell is hot and raindrops have halos ( i said that cos you can’t trust people not to get mixed up) but please, please, don’t be offended you aren’t the first person to be so dependant please, please, cut the drugs that you’re taking and send some to someone whose fingers aren’t quaking please, please, pass me the *** consult a dentist re: bleeding gums, please, please, just let me cry, **** your equations, don’t be so polite, please, please, please go away, don't pretend not to hate me and promise to say nothing at all but what is true “that ***** only gave me standard super glue”

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Oct 10, 2012

Oct 10, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC

mpdg (mending people demands glue)

assign me a piece of your mind and to the bottom of my rucksack it’ll go and its whispering will shake all the change and bad and same i keep stuffed in there too and send shrapnel singing straight at my heart but don’t worry baby, it’s as tough as brand new pleather and don’t fret sweetie as though i don’t really have the funds as long as what seeps ‘tween front teeth as whispered ammunition is still friendly fire as i hold your pan, i’m your darling refugee but don’t feel bad about it honey 'cos if you smile just right, then we’re a rainbow 'cos i’m the sun and you’re just rain 'cos hell is hot and raindrops have halos ( i said that cos you can’t trust people not to get mixed up) but please, please, don’t be offended you aren’t the first person to be so dependant please, please, cut the drugs that you’re taking and send some to someone whose fingers aren’t quaking please, please, pass me the *** consult a dentist re: bleeding gums, please, please, just let me cry, **** your equations, don’t be so polite, please, please, please go away, don't pretend not to hate me and promise to say nothing at all but what is true “that ***** only gave me standard super glue”

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i believe in a thing called love, in toxic oxytocin tears and jagged daggers of emotions that hit hard and quick and deep leaving lovers dazed and aroused on kitchen tiles and sticky dance floors. i do believe in love, i do, in blood filled love potions you put so much of yourself into it that she just has to love you she has to, she must, and she does, she does, ugly crying but **** for you, all for you, please just hold on she pleads - mucus filled tears cascading down her face, ******* thighs, pooling on the floor, making the doctors both cringe with disgust and simultaneously lean forward with interest swaying in non-existent breeze - and you die with your first kiss in your fist and a piebald smile that splinters her inside forever but i guess that isn't your fault, right? i do believe in love, i do, i do, in unfettered devotions in pimp-that-guy, the quality relationship improvement show, because you want to be a lover but the guy ain't right so just make him up and use a real guy as his outside you love him sanded, smoothed, buffed, painted with rims and an inexplicable 48 inch lcd screen you'll officially get hitched but don't cry divorce is common and either way it doesn't matter just look pretty and make sure to squint. i do believe love, i do i believe in poisoning yourself for Juliet rather than taking her pulse to taking dear John's heart and jumping on it happily because you love him sooooo much but like, the world has conspired against you, not with guns and bombs and videotape but with, like, freely made decisions, peer pressure and jagermeister his blood makes pretty patterns on your milk white thighs and i guess that he sticks around for the show oh boy, i believe in love, i do, that 6 and 9 aren't meant to be together they just fit, that there's no place for 'pure' in love cos it's all pain and *** and spit as for 'star crossed lovers' the stars are always crossed else eclipses would be boring and each lost lover on a course i do believe in love, i do, in the sweetheart who lispes licking earlobes and bottom lip biting of metal snakes, happy fates and piscean traits, exuding high fructose glucose syrup instead of saliva so kiss them carefully or you'll sugar high and sugar low and sugar crash and burn with every cosmic turn and oh, i believe in love, lovers, oh i do, i do, in the swirls of black and white that play ying and yang that kiss and grate and fornicate forming a pasty grey declaring that their grey is the greyest, greatest, gayest grey i do believe in love, i do, bridezilla has destroyed new york in the quest for the perfect dress as otherwise her, sorry, their, day will be ruined milan and paris are shaking in their loius vuittons praying they will be passed over oh anna wintour, just one more working day please let the cake be next on it's list, deliver us, oh lagerfeld, from polyester blend shrouds in hideous off white, amen. but yeah, i do believe in love, i do, in philosophers that never tire who'll be debating whether kpattz, robsten, or my name for it, sorry, them, pattenwart, really love each other or are merely feeding off the media **** storm to soothe their fragile bodies and appease their shiny deities. so yeah, i know what it involves every ingredient labelled and shelved sampled and sicked up and given 5 star reviews on amazon with words of advice and i do believe in love. i do. oh, i do so friends, hold out your bleeding hearts apply some anti-skeptic your wounds will heal in 30 days give or take a century.

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Oct 10, 2012

Oct 10, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC

A Topical Anti-Skeptic

i believe in a thing called love, in toxic oxytocin tears and jagged daggers of emotions that hit hard and quick and deep leaving lovers dazed and aroused on kitchen tiles and sticky dance floors. i do believe in love, i do, in blood filled love potions you put so much of yourself into it that she just has to love you she has to, she must, and she does, she does, ugly crying but **** for you, all for you, please just hold on she pleads - mucus filled tears cascading down her face, ******* thighs, pooling on the floor, making the doctors both cringe with disgust and simultaneously lean forward with interest swaying in non-existent breeze - and you die with your first kiss in your fist and a piebald smile that splinters her inside forever but i guess that isn't your fault, right? i do believe in love, i do, i do, in unfettered devotions in pimp-that-guy, the quality relationship improvement show, because you want to be a lover but the guy ain't right so just make him up and use a real guy as his outside you love him sanded, smoothed, buffed, painted with rims and an inexplicable 48 inch lcd screen you'll officially get hitched but don't cry divorce is common and either way it doesn't matter just look pretty and make sure to squint. i do believe love, i do i believe in poisoning yourself for Juliet rather than taking her pulse to taking dear John's heart and jumping on it happily because you love him sooooo much but like, the world has conspired against you, not with guns and bombs and videotape but with, like, freely made decisions, peer pressure and jagermeister his blood makes pretty patterns on your milk white thighs and i guess that he sticks around for the show oh boy, i believe in love, i do, that 6 and 9 aren't meant to be together they just fit, that there's no place for 'pure' in love cos it's all pain and *** and spit as for 'star crossed lovers' the stars are always crossed else eclipses would be boring and each lost lover on a course i do believe in love, i do, in the sweetheart who lispes licking earlobes and bottom lip biting of metal snakes, happy fates and piscean traits, exuding high fructose glucose syrup instead of saliva so kiss them carefully or you'll sugar high and sugar low and sugar crash and burn with every cosmic turn and oh, i believe in love, lovers, oh i do, i do, in the swirls of black and white that play ying and yang that kiss and grate and fornicate forming a pasty grey declaring that their grey is the greyest, greatest, gayest grey i do believe in love, i do, bridezilla has destroyed new york in the quest for the perfect dress as otherwise her, sorry, their, day will be ruined milan and paris are shaking in their loius vuittons praying they will be passed over oh anna wintour, just one more working day please let the cake be next on it's list, deliver us, oh lagerfeld, from polyester blend shrouds in hideous off white, amen. but yeah, i do believe in love, i do, in philosophers that never tire who'll be debating whether kpattz, robsten, or my name for it, sorry, them, pattenwart, really love each other or are merely feeding off the media **** storm to soothe their fragile bodies and appease their shiny deities. so yeah, i know what it involves every ingredient labelled and shelved sampled and sicked up and given 5 star reviews on amazon with words of advice and i do believe in love. i do. oh, i do so friends, hold out your bleeding hearts apply some anti-skeptic your wounds will heal in 30 days give or take a century.

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my eye lids are heavier than canvas shopping bags after a particular gratitious shop (fret not, i bought your biscuits) and my heart is full of jangly indie twee pop with a stomping bassline that makes me want to dance with tears in my eyes at times, happy ones, the kind that makes old(er) people in old or stereotypical things proclaim 'turn off that infernal racket' 'what is that god awful noise' etcetera but less circuituously look at me world, i'm happy look at this ******* smile look at it look at my yellowed teeth and tell me that i'm not a woman look at my hair and tell me that i wasn't born with it look at my face and pretend you've never seen anything so confusing wait the last one didn't work did it let me try again give me the key to the city and i'll give you the key to my heart okay the last one was a lie but you get or can hopefully at least begin to grasp the point, I can recommend some secondary reading if you're interested in reading around the topic. but yes, where was i? ah yes, i'm on the crest of a sugar high and i think i can see my house from here i can see the ruins and the new developments going up and from up here, as always, everything is pretty ******* beautiful there's so little air no wait another lie, sorry, there's empty space with nothing in it not even gas particles only me and my feelings and so little room to move in this tiny car but i'm safe and i'm well and i'm strapped in tight and i can see my house from here. honestly, it's that one right there. i can see myself at the window, eating a bagel with margarine and wondering how the hell I ever got so high off the ground.

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Oct 10, 2012

Oct 10, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC

Peak

my eye lids are heavier than canvas shopping bags after a particular gratitious shop (fret not, i bought your biscuits) and my heart is full of jangly indie twee pop with a stomping bassline that makes me want to dance with tears in my eyes at times, happy ones, the kind that makes old(er) people in old or stereotypical things proclaim 'turn off that infernal racket' 'what is that god awful noise' etcetera but less circuituously look at me world, i'm happy look at this ******* smile look at it look at my yellowed teeth and tell me that i'm not a woman look at my hair and tell me that i wasn't born with it look at my face and pretend you've never seen anything so confusing wait the last one didn't work did it let me try again give me the key to the city and i'll give you the key to my heart okay the last one was a lie but you get or can hopefully at least begin to grasp the point, I can recommend some secondary reading if you're interested in reading around the topic. but yes, where was i? ah yes, i'm on the crest of a sugar high and i think i can see my house from here i can see the ruins and the new developments going up and from up here, as always, everything is pretty ******* beautiful there's so little air no wait another lie, sorry, there's empty space with nothing in it not even gas particles only me and my feelings and so little room to move in this tiny car but i'm safe and i'm well and i'm strapped in tight and i can see my house from here. honestly, it's that one right there. i can see myself at the window, eating a bagel with margarine and wondering how the hell I ever got so high off the ground.

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i loved you, right a love unreturned, unrequited but alas, still stoked by little miners with hearts of brass their iron faces grimacing at the task, little beads of lots of sweat dripping down their taut frowns. so what i meant to say is that i love you, right, and it’s a love that still burns, bright, enough to bring the boys home but let’s be honest it wouldn’t best the sun, but **** it’s a terrible light, it throws everything into a soft relief where pretty, soft voiced sheep say pretty, soft voiced things like ‘it’s okay to feel this way’ ‘i want you to be happy’ ‘she sounds amazing’ and other things that normal people tell me mean that either i don’t love you or i’m moving on. they don’t understand though, i mean, i love you, right, though all that sheep **** makes it sound as if i’m waving you off, smashing the celebratory champagne on your bow, waving you off into the distance with a lacy hanky, joyful tears cascading down my powdered cheekbones, i’m greedy maybe even, needy, a disgusting word and even if i make pacts with myself to the order of ‘he can do so much better’ ‘i am damaged goods’ and other associated half truths i’d be a liar if i said that i would kick you out of bed or even rebuke the slightest of advances, no i’d take my chances and i cannot bear it, really i’d touch you and whatever wholeness whatever someone else would parse as clean or pure or holy wouldn’t disintegrate, no wouldn’t tarnish, no would most probably just implode under the combined pressure of emotionally-mentally-fucked-in-the-head-doe (where the **** do you think the miners got all that coal) so, yes… wait. no? i love you, right but just ignore it enjoy the lights please remember them tell your friends and cherish them until they are taken by death, drink, dementia but i’m sure your mum, teacher, or television long ago informed you that bright lights are detrimental to vision so think of your future and forget now if you’re tempted by how i look at you remember how sunburn seems innocuous until you see your skin and sunscreen pretty useless ‘til you learn the sun will win and the best way to avoid dainty melanoma is to go inside and lock your door and act like you don’t know her.

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Oct 9, 2012

Oct 9, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC

Left

i loved you, right a love unreturned, unrequited but alas, still stoked by little miners with hearts of brass their iron faces grimacing at the task, little beads of lots of sweat dripping down their taut frowns. so what i meant to say is that i love you, right, and it’s a love that still burns, bright, enough to bring the boys home but let’s be honest it wouldn’t best the sun, but **** it’s a terrible light, it throws everything into a soft relief where pretty, soft voiced sheep say pretty, soft voiced things like ‘it’s okay to feel this way’ ‘i want you to be happy’ ‘she sounds amazing’ and other things that normal people tell me mean that either i don’t love you or i’m moving on. they don’t understand though, i mean, i love you, right, though all that sheep **** makes it sound as if i’m waving you off, smashing the celebratory champagne on your bow, waving you off into the distance with a lacy hanky, joyful tears cascading down my powdered cheekbones, i’m greedy maybe even, needy, a disgusting word and even if i make pacts with myself to the order of ‘he can do so much better’ ‘i am damaged goods’ and other associated half truths i’d be a liar if i said that i would kick you out of bed or even rebuke the slightest of advances, no i’d take my chances and i cannot bear it, really i’d touch you and whatever wholeness whatever someone else would parse as clean or pure or holy wouldn’t disintegrate, no wouldn’t tarnish, no would most probably just implode under the combined pressure of emotionally-mentally-fucked-in-the-head-doe (where the **** do you think the miners got all that coal) so, yes… wait. no? i love you, right but just ignore it enjoy the lights please remember them tell your friends and cherish them until they are taken by death, drink, dementia but i’m sure your mum, teacher, or television long ago informed you that bright lights are detrimental to vision so think of your future and forget now if you’re tempted by how i look at you remember how sunburn seems innocuous until you see your skin and sunscreen pretty useless ‘til you learn the sun will win and the best way to avoid dainty melanoma is to go inside and lock your door and act like you don’t know her.

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