pennythepoet - Hello Poetry

spend the night sober and wake up drunk, tangled in legs and sheets giggle at his snoring until he rolls over. nuzzle that sharp point of his nose and mumble words of affirmation, breath warm and tingling, raises the peach fuzz on ears. get up and go to the kitchen house shoes and robes? maybe it's nice enough to open a window or two, and you might burn the bacon so. argue over who cooks. start grabbing things out of the fridge: jam, eggs, butter that's non dairy, and cheese that isn't cause it just doesn't taste the same. hold hands, place fingers on nape of neck, squeeze, rub the small of his back, tease his lips open for a taste just a taste, maybe take a break in the foyer get out two plates. eat.

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC

on how to make breakfast.

spend the night sober and wake up drunk, tangled in legs and sheets giggle at his snoring until he rolls over. nuzzle that sharp point of his nose and mumble words of affirmation, breath warm and tingling, raises the peach fuzz on ears. get up and go to the kitchen house shoes and robes? maybe it's nice enough to open a window or two, and you might burn the bacon so. argue over who cooks. start grabbing things out of the fridge: jam, eggs, butter that's non dairy, and cheese that isn't cause it just doesn't taste the same. hold hands, place fingers on nape of neck, squeeze, rub the small of his back, tease his lips open for a taste just a taste, maybe take a break in the foyer get out two plates. eat.

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“Why do you want it all from me?” *I halt our conversation, with wine redder than my boney elbows in a glass tipped at swollen, drunk lips. Hesitation knows me best; my breath laps heady from my throat and I blush from exhaustion & fear.* “I am okay without it all. I don’t need anything from anyone.” I tell these lies often. You say nothing back. You've none to give. *What is all! But an eternity’s worth of want, a list of things cherished and bought in bakeries or vacation homes, empty until wanted...* that wine sat in my belly and warmed it I didn’t drink water I didn’t need it I wanted much from you that night the milk of conversation would never be enough I wanted the soul, the songs, the sight of your eyes inches from mine illuminated by morning’s soft gracious dawn. I wanted a ******* miracle to eat. All, was something I never enumerated in you, simply assumed, and realized soon after how I would never succumb to wanting too much. And now my plate lies empty. I gave all I gathered to appease you; you, and the trepidation you carried sea to sea. I should’ve explained my red want. How it was dried and mistaken for a cranberry, how I lacked the effort to show you more, all I craved all. But I found you had none to share.

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC

Dialogue in the Bathroom While We Drank

“Why do you want it all from me?” *I halt our conversation, with wine redder than my boney elbows in a glass tipped at swollen, drunk lips. Hesitation knows me best; my breath laps heady from my throat and I blush from exhaustion & fear.* “I am okay without it all. I don’t need anything from anyone.” I tell these lies often. You say nothing back. You've none to give. *What is all! But an eternity’s worth of want, a list of things cherished and bought in bakeries or vacation homes, empty until wanted...* that wine sat in my belly and warmed it I didn’t drink water I didn’t need it I wanted much from you that night the milk of conversation would never be enough I wanted the soul, the songs, the sight of your eyes inches from mine illuminated by morning’s soft gracious dawn. I wanted a ******* miracle to eat. All, was something I never enumerated in you, simply assumed, and realized soon after how I would never succumb to wanting too much. And now my plate lies empty. I gave all I gathered to appease you; you, and the trepidation you carried sea to sea. I should’ve explained my red want. How it was dried and mistaken for a cranberry, how I lacked the effort to show you more, all I craved all. But I found you had none to share.

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this girl is not a gun she is an old shoelace ripped and ragged worn and overused but unwilling to be retired, she is lazy, but still does what is needed holds tight and gets from A to B, and maybe there is a bit of unravelling on the way but she made it why is life the only race we don't get draped in roses and gold at the end but instead burnt up and locked away or worse, stuffed in a box that will not rot with us and if the tales about souls are true there is reprieve in that belief, but this girl got so much cotton stuffed under her skin the impact of falling from grace never scared her much

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Mar 6, 2021

Mar 6, 2021 at 7:15 PM UTC

the sky ain't even that high.

this girl is not a gun she is an old shoelace ripped and ragged worn and overused but unwilling to be retired, she is lazy, but still does what is needed holds tight and gets from A to B, and maybe there is a bit of unravelling on the way but she made it why is life the only race we don't get draped in roses and gold at the end but instead burnt up and locked away or worse, stuffed in a box that will not rot with us and if the tales about souls are true there is reprieve in that belief, but this girl got so much cotton stuffed under her skin the impact of falling from grace never scared her much

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I don’t understand why you left. Don’t understand why I left you. Understand you, I don’t. Left...why? Why, I understand. You left. Don’t. You understand left, why don’t I? Left you, don’t I understand why.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC

Out the Back Door

I don’t understand why you left. Don’t understand why I left you. Understand you, I don’t. Left...why? Why, I understand. You left. Don’t. You understand left, why don’t I? Left you, don’t I understand why.

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the Internet creates false idols that wander and spend change only ever speaking words through their eager fingers yet we follow and the screen obsessed children continue they rule with soft hands and soft touch 50mm Soft Focus and we believe in their lips their eyes their hair their makeup their nails their lives we believe and we follow but every so often we're reminded how shallow they can be petty fights indignant rights cheap plastic doesn't look cheap with the right filter weird, we judge people's lives through silicon screens there's a fear of digging deep some hold personally I'd rather feel rough skin and rubbery nails thick hair to run fingers through long limbs and bony elbows narrow hips that don't hold his jeans up thin fingers and slow breathing torn skin with bumpy scars silk sheets and warm toes I'd rather see rimmed glasses and brown eyes soft smirks that hint at porcelain teeth broad shoulders that hunch a little small moles that lead to nowhere I'd rather hear gravelly voices low timbre with my name on tongue so tell me are the lips you spend so long plumping announcers of aspect truth? do your words have substance full of vermouth? do you love the life you live or live to wander? have you done anything special? have you had a lot of good news? tell me, really tell me... can you do all this without posting it for views?

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Mar 28, 2016

Mar 28, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC

superficial

the Internet creates false idols that wander and spend change only ever speaking words through their eager fingers yet we follow and the screen obsessed children continue they rule with soft hands and soft touch 50mm Soft Focus and we believe in their lips their eyes their hair their makeup their nails their lives we believe and we follow but every so often we're reminded how shallow they can be petty fights indignant rights cheap plastic doesn't look cheap with the right filter weird, we judge people's lives through silicon screens there's a fear of digging deep some hold personally I'd rather feel rough skin and rubbery nails thick hair to run fingers through long limbs and bony elbows narrow hips that don't hold his jeans up thin fingers and slow breathing torn skin with bumpy scars silk sheets and warm toes I'd rather see rimmed glasses and brown eyes soft smirks that hint at porcelain teeth broad shoulders that hunch a little small moles that lead to nowhere I'd rather hear gravelly voices low timbre with my name on tongue so tell me are the lips you spend so long plumping announcers of aspect truth? do your words have substance full of vermouth? do you love the life you live or live to wander? have you done anything special? have you had a lot of good news? tell me, really tell me... can you do all this without posting it for views?

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Does it process in your mind at all that I am not a rubber band? I do not have a limit but you are constantly trying to push it, and when you notice I am not breaking, you push harder And it really makes me wonder are you really trying to hurt me? I open my chest and mind to you I let you tinker with my breath, my heartbeat, my thoughts And yet some maleficent part of you wants access to even more? You've taken advantage of my trust and you've purple bruises on my body the same color as the red wine you sneak out of your parents cellar I should've known then you had the heart of a thief and that you would continuously try to steal away my breath But I did not think you would be so cruel as to steal it away when I needed it most You are slowly turning me into a drug, your own personal addiction But I am not a pill or a cup of NyQuil you can swallow I've always felt bad for those addicted to drugs Those who no longer do it just to get high but use because without them... their body shakes and the earth quakes beneath their feet And every day until their next hit is a headache An irritation you know well and can only soothe by ******* the life from me with your kisses I've always felt bad for addicts but know that I know what it's like to be a drug I feel even worse for them I'm pass the point of washed up and just tipping on the edge of used up And this is your indefinite warning: If you do not leave me now, it will all end in a night Because I will crash and drag your addiction ridden body with me It's no longer a simple game because you've turned this love into a hall of pain Nothing can be the same

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Jan 28, 2016

Jan 28, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC

Red Wine, Bruises, & Addiction

Does it process in your mind at all that I am not a rubber band? I do not have a limit but you are constantly trying to push it, and when you notice I am not breaking, you push harder And it really makes me wonder are you really trying to hurt me? I open my chest and mind to you I let you tinker with my breath, my heartbeat, my thoughts And yet some maleficent part of you wants access to even more? You've taken advantage of my trust and you've purple bruises on my body the same color as the red wine you sneak out of your parents cellar I should've known then you had the heart of a thief and that you would continuously try to steal away my breath But I did not think you would be so cruel as to steal it away when I needed it most You are slowly turning me into a drug, your own personal addiction But I am not a pill or a cup of NyQuil you can swallow I've always felt bad for those addicted to drugs Those who no longer do it just to get high but use because without them... their body shakes and the earth quakes beneath their feet And every day until their next hit is a headache An irritation you know well and can only soothe by ******* the life from me with your kisses I've always felt bad for addicts but know that I know what it's like to be a drug I feel even worse for them I'm pass the point of washed up and just tipping on the edge of used up And this is your indefinite warning: If you do not leave me now, it will all end in a night Because I will crash and drag your addiction ridden body with me It's no longer a simple game because you've turned this love into a hall of pain Nothing can be the same

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romance ruined love for me strange fixations on a character hoping for him to sweep out from the pages of my favorite YA and take me away from this romance destroyed *** for me expecting fireworks, but receiving dud firecrackers instead I don't want to be your manic pixie dream girl or your brown-eyed savior people don't fall in love with features, no boy will swoon over my freckles dreams aren't reality but they help me escape when my heart is too full and my mind is on repeat what a crime it is to want love but always feel like you can't be loved how monstrous are our pleasantries why be polite when you could just cut me down in three swift motions like a shriveled rose on your prized rosebush you mistook my curling brown outsides for death but I am more alive than I have ever been awareness is the most painful emotion awareness could break me down someday more often than not I work to be perfect in his eyes but those eyes never see me it isn't enough to call me pretty **** it I know that I am something to look at, a mural is something to look at that's why we hang paintings in museums for all to see but that doesn't mean we love each and every one the same goes for my heart touched by one and God it's the worst to let yourself be used romance ruined love for me so romance is all a love

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC

cosmogyral

romance ruined love for me strange fixations on a character hoping for him to sweep out from the pages of my favorite YA and take me away from this romance destroyed *** for me expecting fireworks, but receiving dud firecrackers instead I don't want to be your manic pixie dream girl or your brown-eyed savior people don't fall in love with features, no boy will swoon over my freckles dreams aren't reality but they help me escape when my heart is too full and my mind is on repeat what a crime it is to want love but always feel like you can't be loved how monstrous are our pleasantries why be polite when you could just cut me down in three swift motions like a shriveled rose on your prized rosebush you mistook my curling brown outsides for death but I am more alive than I have ever been awareness is the most painful emotion awareness could break me down someday more often than not I work to be perfect in his eyes but those eyes never see me it isn't enough to call me pretty **** it I know that I am something to look at, a mural is something to look at that's why we hang paintings in museums for all to see but that doesn't mean we love each and every one the same goes for my heart touched by one and God it's the worst to let yourself be used romance ruined love for me so romance is all a love

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I can't breathe And the voices around me say to just calm down and accept it I can't move forward Yet people tell me to forget the past 200 years is not that long I can't sleep For fear of my brothers and sisters I can't eat Cause my stomach clenches at violent slurs and degradation 200 years seems closer to home I can't play Because having fun just masks the wars on us I can't see For I'm blinded by oppression that is cloaked as missed opportunity 200 years just wasn't long enough I can't dry my eyes My tears flow rivers for the ones we're losing I can't live In fear of losing my life for the same reasons 200 years is still holding us back This is a call to arms for anyone who can hear me We're dying and no one will save us Will you not save us?

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC

200 Years

I can't breathe And the voices around me say to just calm down and accept it I can't move forward Yet people tell me to forget the past 200 years is not that long I can't sleep For fear of my brothers and sisters I can't eat Cause my stomach clenches at violent slurs and degradation 200 years seems closer to home I can't play Because having fun just masks the wars on us I can't see For I'm blinded by oppression that is cloaked as missed opportunity 200 years just wasn't long enough I can't dry my eyes My tears flow rivers for the ones we're losing I can't live In fear of losing my life for the same reasons 200 years is still holding us back This is a call to arms for anyone who can hear me We're dying and no one will save us Will you not save us?

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It affects her: The calls, the messages, the smirks, the frowns, the curses, the white lies, the missed phonecalls, the skipped dates, the whistles, the hoots, the whispers, the stares, the anger, the harsh truths, the words they use to describe a human being that just happens to have a little extra **** to her body, the comments that come from those of the same *** about a body that could be perfect but why bother if there's no one to be perfect for? It affects him: The blank stares, the condescending voices, the cheers, the tears, the jeers, the insults, the absent father, the oblivious mother, the useless job, the harrowing boss, the old flame, the aches, the pain, the fact that he can't seem to make things work right when it could benefit him, the assumptions by them that he should be strong enough to carry the burdens of 12 others plus his own. We need our girls to be smart but not so much that they become overconfident We need our men to be strong and tears are meant for boys We want our girls to be pretty We want our boys to be handsome We want our girls to understand their role in society and that they must not cross an arbitrary line made by those who fear them We want our boys to grow up and understand they must provide, provide, provide and if they don't it's a sign of weakness We want our women to provide children but oh no no no they must not work, where is the father? We want and expect our men to be fathers to children, but not the ones born out of wedlock We want, want, want but never ask our children anything because while we've strived hard to help their brains grow we don't actually want them using that knowledge We oppress our own people And wonder why we see little success.

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

Getting Nowhere

It affects her: The calls, the messages, the smirks, the frowns, the curses, the white lies, the missed phonecalls, the skipped dates, the whistles, the hoots, the whispers, the stares, the anger, the harsh truths, the words they use to describe a human being that just happens to have a little extra **** to her body, the comments that come from those of the same *** about a body that could be perfect but why bother if there's no one to be perfect for? It affects him: The blank stares, the condescending voices, the cheers, the tears, the jeers, the insults, the absent father, the oblivious mother, the useless job, the harrowing boss, the old flame, the aches, the pain, the fact that he can't seem to make things work right when it could benefit him, the assumptions by them that he should be strong enough to carry the burdens of 12 others plus his own. We need our girls to be smart but not so much that they become overconfident We need our men to be strong and tears are meant for boys We want our girls to be pretty We want our boys to be handsome We want our girls to understand their role in society and that they must not cross an arbitrary line made by those who fear them We want our boys to grow up and understand they must provide, provide, provide and if they don't it's a sign of weakness We want our women to provide children but oh no no no they must not work, where is the father? We want and expect our men to be fathers to children, but not the ones born out of wedlock We want, want, want but never ask our children anything because while we've strived hard to help their brains grow we don't actually want them using that knowledge We oppress our own people And wonder why we see little success.

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know your own mind. free your voice. travel far. eat delicious food. stop counting the calories. make dinner plans. break someone's heart. sleep in the afternoon. work when you want to. try your hardest. do your best. hold his hand. kiss her forehead. write that book. sing your favorite song. sing it again. buy expensive things. give something away. lose yourself in bliss. be extraordinary. be plain. be blank. change a life. help a friend. hug a stranger. drink a lot. then cleanse your soul. find pictures in a cloudy sky. count the days. lose the minutes. fall in love. be amazed. tell someone you hate them. apologize. forgive. never forget. draw a picture. play a game. whistle. take a walk. maybe run. go to the beach. read a long book. sit and meditate. scream at the top of your lungs. hit the wall. cry. choke back the disappointment. get back on your feet. fail a little. try again. whatever you do, never stop trying.

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Oct 10, 2015

Oct 10, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC

✨✨✨

know your own mind. free your voice. travel far. eat delicious food. stop counting the calories. make dinner plans. break someone's heart. sleep in the afternoon. work when you want to. try your hardest. do your best. hold his hand. kiss her forehead. write that book. sing your favorite song. sing it again. buy expensive things. give something away. lose yourself in bliss. be extraordinary. be plain. be blank. change a life. help a friend. hug a stranger. drink a lot. then cleanse your soul. find pictures in a cloudy sky. count the days. lose the minutes. fall in love. be amazed. tell someone you hate them. apologize. forgive. never forget. draw a picture. play a game. whistle. take a walk. maybe run. go to the beach. read a long book. sit and meditate. scream at the top of your lungs. hit the wall. cry. choke back the disappointment. get back on your feet. fail a little. try again. whatever you do, never stop trying.

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