quivercoeur - Hello Poetry

Simultaneous: Empathy yet, Apathy: You shouldn't be. But why not?

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Jul 5, 2012

Jul 5, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC

Simultaneous: Empathy yet, Apathy: You shouldn't be. But why not?

I sat lying on a sofa At a party in My penthouse apartment Drunk n ****** At 2am And all I could think Was how small these people were And how you should be here with me Endlessly And how vast your mind Back when I could explore it And how great your thoughts (Back when I could contemplate) These people are too small Pretty perhaps Cute like children But I can't connect with then Connect with them Like children They're just Too small. And you were great. I really miss that. I really miss you sometimes, When the small people disappoint me I always knew I had something rare But I never knew You were more than rare You were, In the loud times as much as the quiet, Irreplaceable.

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Jul 3, 2012

Jul 3, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC

The Loud Times

I sat lying on a sofa At a party in My penthouse apartment Drunk n ****** At 2am And all I could think Was how small these people were And how you should be here with me Endlessly And how vast your mind Back when I could explore it And how great your thoughts (Back when I could contemplate) These people are too small Pretty perhaps Cute like children But I can't connect with then Connect with them Like children They're just Too small. And you were great. I really miss that. I really miss you sometimes, When the small people disappoint me I always knew I had something rare But I never knew You were more than rare You were, In the loud times as much as the quiet, Irreplaceable.

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Darkest edge of brightest eyes Here, in contrast, Beauty lies.

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May 2, 2012

May 2, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC

Contact (10W)

Darkest edge of brightest eyes Here, in contrast, Beauty lies.

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With my weight over you, Arms around, Fingers intertwined and Speak these words in your ear: "Please don't feel smothered by me" Time stretches between our mouths and Even if you were to spend Every minute, every Day in my bed Talking, ******* even just Breathing, beside me It would never be enough. Some infinities are greater than other infinities Yet none can be reached, So please, don't feel smothered by Me, even though you Are the food I crave while still eating You are the song stuck all day in my head That remains there repeating even after Having listened loudly and often. You are the the book that sits Glued to my hands and my eyes ******* me into its world while Belittling mine, You are the dance I cannot replicate with A lifetime in the mirror You are the one in seven billion There is no other But please don't feel smothered. If I can never get enough Then there is nothing you can give. Therefore you are, And always, Free, So please don't feel smothered by me.

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Apr 6, 2012

Apr 6, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC

Please Don't Feel Smothered By Me,

With my weight over you, Arms around, Fingers intertwined and Speak these words in your ear: "Please don't feel smothered by me" Time stretches between our mouths and Even if you were to spend Every minute, every Day in my bed Talking, ******* even just Breathing, beside me It would never be enough. Some infinities are greater than other infinities Yet none can be reached, So please, don't feel smothered by Me, even though you Are the food I crave while still eating You are the song stuck all day in my head That remains there repeating even after Having listened loudly and often. You are the the book that sits Glued to my hands and my eyes ******* me into its world while Belittling mine, You are the dance I cannot replicate with A lifetime in the mirror You are the one in seven billion There is no other But please don't feel smothered. If I can never get enough Then there is nothing you can give. Therefore you are, And always, Free, So please don't feel smothered by me.

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So this is as it was, the old wound still itches Glimpses of your face and my heart still twitches If time heals all wounds then what am I to do When my life has been frozen Since last I saw You soften your eyes as they flickered to mine Skirted the contact then burned deep inside Gritting my teeth in the pleasurable pain A razor machete in welcome invasion Expertly wielded through my jungle of thoughts Clearing a path and discovering My soul lost in Your damp forest of evergreen trees Rooting my soil and growing up through me Bringing fresh life to my stagnant dirt Oxygenating the air of my earth Reversing pollution, reviving, refreshing, Regressing the growth of the thorns in my flesh and Cutting the cancer that I might live, Leaving your legacy scars. So this is as it was, the wound still itches Glimpses of your hand and my heart still twitches If time heals all then what can I do Since my death was frozen When last I felt you.

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Mar 30, 2012

Mar 30, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC

Liquid Nitrogen

So this is as it was, the old wound still itches Glimpses of your face and my heart still twitches If time heals all wounds then what am I to do When my life has been frozen Since last I saw You soften your eyes as they flickered to mine Skirted the contact then burned deep inside Gritting my teeth in the pleasurable pain A razor machete in welcome invasion Expertly wielded through my jungle of thoughts Clearing a path and discovering My soul lost in Your damp forest of evergreen trees Rooting my soil and growing up through me Bringing fresh life to my stagnant dirt Oxygenating the air of my earth Reversing pollution, reviving, refreshing, Regressing the growth of the thorns in my flesh and Cutting the cancer that I might live, Leaving your legacy scars. So this is as it was, the wound still itches Glimpses of your hand and my heart still twitches If time heals all then what can I do Since my death was frozen When last I felt you.

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A flash is all she gave to me Her light's imprint on all I see The flicker of her camera's eye *A moment light, a passion fire Left in burnt and blind desire* I almost heard her say goodbye If I get blind drunk will you carry me home And not believe a word I say Make me hurl to force me better Then chase my memories away... The buzz is all that's left to me In my ears from your company Enthralled by silken siren song *All the dancing, all the bass Shouted greetings in my face* I almost thought I might belong If I get blind drunk will you carry me home And not believe a word I say Make me hurl to force me better Then chase my memories away...

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Mar 20, 2012

Mar 20, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC

Blind Drunk

A flash is all she gave to me Her light's imprint on all I see The flicker of her camera's eye *A moment light, a passion fire Left in burnt and blind desire* I almost heard her say goodbye If I get blind drunk will you carry me home And not believe a word I say Make me hurl to force me better Then chase my memories away... The buzz is all that's left to me In my ears from your company Enthralled by silken siren song *All the dancing, all the bass Shouted greetings in my face* I almost thought I might belong If I get blind drunk will you carry me home And not believe a word I say Make me hurl to force me better Then chase my memories away...

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The mud was soft. Feeling cold, Too cold to be soft, it slid the same Regardless. And the fall, Longer than I saw again (when I later returned) Farther, Fast and fun, long enough to enjoy, relax Enough to survive The landing. The cave, dark but glowing In the careful light of my deprived eyes Rivers rising and falling in the forced night Stalactites clinging maybe Falling into the grey. If you had known, If any if you had known, Noticed, felt my absence in the crowd Heeded my falling away, You could have joined me For my time in the cave. So long, longer than I saw (when later I returned) That I had spent there, So peaceful. There was a gentle dripping, I remember And sunbeams, if I did not dream them And voices, I thought I had imagined Leading me to salvation. They died, in the end: alone, I found my own way out, An escape forever I regret.

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Mar 14, 2012

Mar 14, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC

Old Muse

The mud was soft. Feeling cold, Too cold to be soft, it slid the same Regardless. And the fall, Longer than I saw again (when I later returned) Farther, Fast and fun, long enough to enjoy, relax Enough to survive The landing. The cave, dark but glowing In the careful light of my deprived eyes Rivers rising and falling in the forced night Stalactites clinging maybe Falling into the grey. If you had known, If any if you had known, Noticed, felt my absence in the crowd Heeded my falling away, You could have joined me For my time in the cave. So long, longer than I saw (when later I returned) That I had spent there, So peaceful. There was a gentle dripping, I remember And sunbeams, if I did not dream them And voices, I thought I had imagined Leading me to salvation. They died, in the end: alone, I found my own way out, An escape forever I regret.

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Silent thunderous flash and blink awake into another vision melting lucid in realization of a world of simple repeating gestures all the former things unending held soft, unfocussed what could be forever in this gentle bed until alarmed my heavy head strikes the work day morning square to live a truth I am aware fails to compare to the dream.

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Mar 10, 2012

Mar 10, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC

Early

Silent thunderous flash and blink awake into another vision melting lucid in realization of a world of simple repeating gestures all the former things unending held soft, unfocussed what could be forever in this gentle bed until alarmed my heavy head strikes the work day morning square to live a truth I am aware fails to compare to the dream.

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A lone thought in the wind Spark blinking in mind a Tesla snap across the great synaptic perhaps, A momentary lapse in the carefully constructed meditative emptiness. The birdsong stops as the engine revs And the spinning starts Mental handbrake turns in the snow of scattered crystallized drops of frozen liquid memory, My face is distorted in the turning.

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Feb 20, 2012

Feb 20, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC

Minded

A lone thought in the wind Spark blinking in mind a Tesla snap across the great synaptic perhaps, A momentary lapse in the carefully constructed meditative emptiness. The birdsong stops as the engine revs And the spinning starts Mental handbrake turns in the snow of scattered crystallized drops of frozen liquid memory, My face is distorted in the turning.

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Forest lands And untold plans Hand over hand in the darkness. Following scents and sounds On this fickle ground As soft as your vaporous presence. I have to wonder Where this path might lead, The silence leaves me too much time to think. The darkness brings me to my knees, Time and again Hand over hand I get back up, Get back to trusting. I hope you know what you're doing, This time. Time and again, Hand over hand, I hope You know what you're doing. (I can only hope)

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Feb 20, 2012

Feb 20, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC

Trail

Forest lands And untold plans Hand over hand in the darkness. Following scents and sounds On this fickle ground As soft as your vaporous presence. I have to wonder Where this path might lead, The silence leaves me too much time to think. The darkness brings me to my knees, Time and again Hand over hand I get back up, Get back to trusting. I hope you know what you're doing, This time. Time and again, Hand over hand, I hope You know what you're doing. (I can only hope)

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