pussywept - Hello Poetry

it was like i had just emerged from the pond that you mentioned. i don't know how long i was under and i didn't really expect you to pull me up but you did so here i am in the garden, breathing deep, waiting for the next part of the dream.

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Apr 29, 2017

Apr 29, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC

murk

it was like i had just emerged from the pond that you mentioned. i don't know how long i was under and i didn't really expect you to pull me up but you did so here i am in the garden, breathing deep, waiting for the next part of the dream.

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clean feet: :clean hands not to be ****** no demons/tender lambs antichrist (not antilife) disbelief DIRT--not heaven rest upon DEATH day 7: depart separate from saviours my soul hath not "sin" $ave tithe to $urvive d i e m y w h o l e life perish an instant.

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC

morals/mortals

clean feet: :clean hands not to be ****** no demons/tender lambs antichrist (not antilife) disbelief DIRT--not heaven rest upon DEATH day 7: depart separate from saviours my soul hath not "sin" $ave tithe to $urvive d i e m y w h o l e life perish an instant.

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And to dive into the ocean would be less exhilarating Exhale with no chance of inhaling Far below the surface, I cannot see what lies ahead of me, what lurks beneath Thrashing and flailing and pining for air Searching for safety--alas, it's not there Hopelessness conquers the will to be free Open my lungs and concede to the sea...

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC

I fell in love!

And to dive into the ocean would be less exhilarating Exhale with no chance of inhaling Far below the surface, I cannot see what lies ahead of me, what lurks beneath Thrashing and flailing and pining for air Searching for safety--alas, it's not there Hopelessness conquers the will to be free Open my lungs and concede to the sea...

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the most romantic basement i have ever felt i have been pinned with a red-blue sigh as scales perceptibly slither inside nervous magnets struggling to hide

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC

burrow

the most romantic basement i have ever felt i have been pinned with a red-blue sigh as scales perceptibly slither inside nervous magnets struggling to hide

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if we were praying mantises i would eat your head

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC

sext:

if we were praying mantises i would eat your head

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Institution of amory Certify love with a notary Tax reasons, lovers with benefits Who ****** likes this **** I do!/I do! Trends the longing to fleet exponentially For what are we (if not numbers in love) ? Two zeros make an 8 Lay sideways for infinity.

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

Love as an institution

Institution of amory Certify love with a notary Tax reasons, lovers with benefits Who ****** likes this **** I do!/I do! Trends the longing to fleet exponentially For what are we (if not numbers in love) ? Two zeros make an 8 Lay sideways for infinity.

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we apologize when somebody bumps into us we apologize for speaking when called upon we apologize when we haven't done anything i will not race to the ends of sentences i will not apologize when you come near me i am not a burden i am not a waste of time i will not be sorry for existing i will not be sorry for existing anymore i will not be sorry for existing anymore i will not be sorry for existing anymore

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC

sorry (you don't have to be)

we apologize when somebody bumps into us we apologize for speaking when called upon we apologize when we haven't done anything i will not race to the ends of sentences i will not apologize when you come near me i am not a burden i am not a waste of time i will not be sorry for existing i will not be sorry for existing anymore i will not be sorry for existing anymore i will not be sorry for existing anymore

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you smother me i'm blushing... turning so red i'm crimson now violet now blue and now deadddddddddddd v

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

a love poem

you smother me i'm blushing... turning so red i'm crimson now violet now blue and now deadddddddddddd v

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silence spoiled by siren songs passengers in passing cars create carbon dioxide mobilized to find peace consuming peaces from and of each other

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC

Untitled

silence spoiled by siren songs passengers in passing cars create carbon dioxide mobilized to find peace consuming peaces from and of each other

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Marvel at the sun--any closer and we'd all be dead. Man...this planet's great, so many things to buy! Savings to checking, please. Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me every time--every ******* time! Screams and stomps rattle my skull I'm practically chanting **** **** **** **** **** **** but all that squirms out is a whimper every time--every ******* time! Cowardess.

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Sep 21, 2015

Sep 21, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC

Untitled

Marvel at the sun--any closer and we'd all be dead. Man...this planet's great, so many things to buy! Savings to checking, please. Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me every time--every ******* time! Screams and stomps rattle my skull I'm practically chanting **** **** **** **** **** **** but all that squirms out is a whimper every time--every ******* time! Cowardess.

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