ra1nclouds - Hello Poetry

i have a bad habit of stringing along boys because i love knowing they crave the taste of my skin on their t-t-tongues. i live for the feeling of tightening the red rope around their necks suffocating them with lust. kiss and tell, i'll wipe that grin off your silly little face, pretty boy. i'll replace it with a red lipstick stain that you'll try to wipe off before your mama spots you. she thinks i'm no good for you; maybe so, but you still beg for my poison rushing through your veins. maybe mama's right though, my only intentions are to bruise you, not to kiss it better. anyways, silly pretty boy: i can barely muster up enough love in these bones for myself, what makes you think i got some to share with you?

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC

lipstick stains

i have a bad habit of stringing along boys because i love knowing they crave the taste of my skin on their t-t-tongues. i live for the feeling of tightening the red rope around their necks suffocating them with lust. kiss and tell, i'll wipe that grin off your silly little face, pretty boy. i'll replace it with a red lipstick stain that you'll try to wipe off before your mama spots you. she thinks i'm no good for you; maybe so, but you still beg for my poison rushing through your veins. maybe mama's right though, my only intentions are to bruise you, not to kiss it better. anyways, silly pretty boy: i can barely muster up enough love in these bones for myself, what makes you think i got some to share with you?

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i hate being Needy. sometimes I feel like my Bones themselves ache for Attention, that's why they Curve and Twist in ways they shouldn't. my bones are hoping your butterfly kisses will lift my spirits and unBend the cartilage in my rib cage, hoping that you'll straighten my back by running your fingers Up and Down enough times. they crave and creak until they've gotten their fix, just like the boy i first loved needed.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC

bones

i hate being Needy. sometimes I feel like my Bones themselves ache for Attention, that's why they Curve and Twist in ways they shouldn't. my bones are hoping your butterfly kisses will lift my spirits and unBend the cartilage in my rib cage, hoping that you'll straighten my back by running your fingers Up and Down enough times. they crave and creak until they've gotten their fix, just like the boy i first loved needed.

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i was your manic pixie dream girl. i was just a hollow shell that you found beautiful and mysterious. in the letters you wrote to me, you compared me to zooey deschanel and the way all her characters seem to hide themselves under layers, waiting to be peeled back and understood by some unsuspecting male who needed a woman to make the story of their lives progress. but even after a year and a half, you failed to view me as a person and not a trope devised by authors and screenwriters with ***** that shriveled into their bodies. i thought i meant more to you, and you still probably believe i was just a lucky accident in your life. i've moved on to find boys that can almost see through me, even though i'm like war and peace and not the tissue paper you made me out to be. they can see i have a heart and guts and am more than a smattering of your favorite shade of blue on a canvas. you thought of me as a brush stroke, but baby, i'm the whole ******* painting.

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC

manic pixie dream girl

i was your manic pixie dream girl. i was just a hollow shell that you found beautiful and mysterious. in the letters you wrote to me, you compared me to zooey deschanel and the way all her characters seem to hide themselves under layers, waiting to be peeled back and understood by some unsuspecting male who needed a woman to make the story of their lives progress. but even after a year and a half, you failed to view me as a person and not a trope devised by authors and screenwriters with ***** that shriveled into their bodies. i thought i meant more to you, and you still probably believe i was just a lucky accident in your life. i've moved on to find boys that can almost see through me, even though i'm like war and peace and not the tissue paper you made me out to be. they can see i have a heart and guts and am more than a smattering of your favorite shade of blue on a canvas. you thought of me as a brush stroke, but baby, i'm the whole ******* painting.

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sometimes i wish it was as easy to leave my worries as it is to hop on a plane. because then i could look at them from thousands of feet above and marvel how they've become tiny indistinguishable ants.

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC

planes

sometimes i wish it was as easy to leave my worries as it is to hop on a plane. because then i could look at them from thousands of feet above and marvel how they've become tiny indistinguishable ants.

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maybe i'm like a star or those famous artists that i learned about last year; i'll explode into a fiery oblivion and burn those around me, maybe setting off a celestial chain reaction. no one will realize i'm gone because the light i'll leave will shine for years to come and will be seen by eyes that are a thousand light years away.

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC

celestial chain reaction

maybe i'm like a star or those famous artists that i learned about last year; i'll explode into a fiery oblivion and burn those around me, maybe setting off a celestial chain reaction. no one will realize i'm gone because the light i'll leave will shine for years to come and will be seen by eyes that are a thousand light years away.

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i want to rewind time because i've been a broken record since you've left. i've been caught on thinking about you and me and the things we never were. i'm hoping that i could change that last hug to a last kiss, with you pushing me up against your car, fingers running through your hair. i want to feel your lips against mine, even though i know they kissed hers the day before. what did she whisper into your mouth, i love you? i'll miss you? you mean everything to me? because if she didn't, i surely would have, only if you just gave me the chance.

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC

goodbye

i want to rewind time because i've been a broken record since you've left. i've been caught on thinking about you and me and the things we never were. i'm hoping that i could change that last hug to a last kiss, with you pushing me up against your car, fingers running through your hair. i want to feel your lips against mine, even though i know they kissed hers the day before. what did she whisper into your mouth, i love you? i'll miss you? you mean everything to me? because if she didn't, i surely would have, only if you just gave me the chance.

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i can feel the vibrations of every single particle in my fingernails and hair-strands. i can feel each piece of me slowly flying away. i'm becoming just carbon atoms. entropy. i'm melting into only molecules. my skin is slipping past itself no solid state of matter exists. no solid state of mind.

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC

entropy

i can feel the vibrations of every single particle in my fingernails and hair-strands. i can feel each piece of me slowly flying away. i'm becoming just carbon atoms. entropy. i'm melting into only molecules. my skin is slipping past itself no solid state of matter exists. no solid state of mind.

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late night runs to the 7/11 with those kids you’d stay up all night waiting for the sunrise with. in the parking lot, you’d sit on the curb and drink slurpees, but not feel satisfied, in fact you’d feel kind of empty. and you realize; they’re leaving, ready to go on their own journeys without you. they’ll be having midnight adventures, driving around the downtown streets of philly, singing the music you love, and talking about the girls they used to love. in their dorm rooms, you know they’d pass around a joint or a beer bottle and talk about the bad times they had in high school and the good people they met there. maybe your name would come in passing, but never anything more than a slip off the tongue. the idea of them forgetting you hurts, but you laugh because you realize they’re still standing here with you. and that’s what should matter right now.

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Aug 31, 2013

Aug 31, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC

future tense nostalgia

late night runs to the 7/11 with those kids you’d stay up all night waiting for the sunrise with. in the parking lot, you’d sit on the curb and drink slurpees, but not feel satisfied, in fact you’d feel kind of empty. and you realize; they’re leaving, ready to go on their own journeys without you. they’ll be having midnight adventures, driving around the downtown streets of philly, singing the music you love, and talking about the girls they used to love. in their dorm rooms, you know they’d pass around a joint or a beer bottle and talk about the bad times they had in high school and the good people they met there. maybe your name would come in passing, but never anything more than a slip off the tongue. the idea of them forgetting you hurts, but you laugh because you realize they’re still standing here with you. and that’s what should matter right now.

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