robert-z - Hello Poetry

hello my flower i am the bee let me push and pull at your tinfoil **** watch you blossom wafting your smell delicate petals didn't even notice how they fell spicy nectar simmers on my tongue and throat i nestle in flour cocoon among fibers tender strung where i start where you begin its blurred your pollen your taste spread by my word

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Mar 30, 2018

Mar 30, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC

i am the bee

hello my flower i am the bee let me push and pull at your tinfoil **** watch you blossom wafting your smell delicate petals didn't even notice how they fell spicy nectar simmers on my tongue and throat i nestle in flour cocoon among fibers tender strung where i start where you begin its blurred your pollen your taste spread by my word

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elevated, your heart rate you hear a breath below bellow upon a glassy visage a call to be kissed be broken seek the ripple the depth your visceral struggle torrential contention purge it just be gone be rid be done find peace find relief but suppress manifest a contemplative clench release a drop a splash a wipe pull your pants up

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC

drop

elevated, your heart rate you hear a breath below bellow upon a glassy visage a call to be kissed be broken seek the ripple the depth your visceral struggle torrential contention purge it just be gone be rid be done find peace find relief but suppress manifest a contemplative clench release a drop a splash a wipe pull your pants up

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a plum, a peach, a pause youth and vigor's jaws gradient morals

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC

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a plum, a peach, a pause youth and vigor's jaws gradient morals

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I've never been quite taken to the idea, the concept, of religion but I've always been fascinated by worshippers and their gods Deities deified and dyed with the colors and patterns that they don't quite find as their own but their them is not theirs or through their own thoughts and how their image is cast how they've found they've been wrought Who's the god God's god a mob

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC

God's god

I've never been quite taken to the idea, the concept, of religion but I've always been fascinated by worshippers and their gods Deities deified and dyed with the colors and patterns that they don't quite find as their own but their them is not theirs or through their own thoughts and how their image is cast how they've found they've been wrought Who's the god God's god a mob

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I like mandarin oranges I like the way they taste I like they way they look I like how they fit in pockets I like their straightforwardness I like that they are easily segmented I like how easily shared they are with others I like how I can hold a few in my hand at once I like the feeling when I peel it all in one long peel I like running my thumb under the skin as I peel it I like the way they make my hands smell afterwards, orange-y I like how people seem mildly impressed when I am finished peeling I like folding the skin back into its original sphere like I never peeled it at all I like when people play along when I give it to them even though they know it’s just skin I like putting the peel on my head like hat or fake hair and pretending it’s normal I like pinching the peel and looking at the little spray of citrus I like ripping the peel up into little, tiny, itty-bitty pieces I like having that little orange pile on my desk I like knocking the little green ****** off I like chewing on the big pieces of pith I like looking at the word pith I like saying pith, pith, pith I like mandarin oranges

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC

mandarin oranges

I like mandarin oranges I like the way they taste I like they way they look I like how they fit in pockets I like their straightforwardness I like that they are easily segmented I like how easily shared they are with others I like how I can hold a few in my hand at once I like the feeling when I peel it all in one long peel I like running my thumb under the skin as I peel it I like the way they make my hands smell afterwards, orange-y I like how people seem mildly impressed when I am finished peeling I like folding the skin back into its original sphere like I never peeled it at all I like when people play along when I give it to them even though they know it’s just skin I like putting the peel on my head like hat or fake hair and pretending it’s normal I like pinching the peel and looking at the little spray of citrus I like ripping the peel up into little, tiny, itty-bitty pieces I like having that little orange pile on my desk I like knocking the little green ****** off I like chewing on the big pieces of pith I like looking at the word pith I like saying pith, pith, pith I like mandarin oranges

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i collect stamps not the mail kind not the male kind not the may hill kind not the mayo ill kind not the may hue kind not the maim yew kind not the mwaya view kind not the mwayam myeil kind not the amaway yilovski kind not the mynsigwi malomisten kind snot snee smail skind rot tree trail rind trotsky braille grind hot bree hail's tine kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind mail mali alim liam ailm ailm ailm

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Apr 14, 2017

Apr 14, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC

i collect stamps

i collect stamps not the mail kind not the male kind not the may hill kind not the mayo ill kind not the may hue kind not the maim yew kind not the mwaya view kind not the mwayam myeil kind not the amaway yilovski kind not the mynsigwi malomisten kind snot snee smail skind rot tree trail rind trotsky braille grind hot bree hail's tine kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind mail mali alim liam ailm ailm ailm

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what does it mean to be a bad, bad person? a no good **** of the earth bottom of the barrel objectively awful wretched poor excuse of a person with not a vestige of humanity in them (not even a little bit)? mom says its when i dont brush my teeth. i dont brush my teeth. girlfriend says its when we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip. we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip. friend says its when i don't put myself in the same pickle. i don't put myself in the same pickle. law says its when i killed them all. i killed them all.

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC

not just bad

what does it mean to be a bad, bad person? a no good **** of the earth bottom of the barrel objectively awful wretched poor excuse of a person with not a vestige of humanity in them (not even a little bit)? mom says its when i dont brush my teeth. i dont brush my teeth. girlfriend says its when we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip. we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip. friend says its when i don't put myself in the same pickle. i don't put myself in the same pickle. law says its when i killed them all. i killed them all.

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how odd even quaint you, the paint chip that i press against the wall and have pressed against the wall (and maybe will press against the wall but hopefully not but probably but hopefully not but probably) and i would like very much for you to stay pressed holding to that perfect bit of open space so shaped to you and your edges but instead you lean outwards peering not want to wear uniformity and so you will and so how bravely that you, the paint chip stand out so caught in glory that you don't see i could make a bag of they, the paint chips that you don't see i'll just strip the whole wall and layer it fresh with paint that doesn't talk back

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC

you, the paint chip

how odd even quaint you, the paint chip that i press against the wall and have pressed against the wall (and maybe will press against the wall but hopefully not but probably but hopefully not but probably) and i would like very much for you to stay pressed holding to that perfect bit of open space so shaped to you and your edges but instead you lean outwards peering not want to wear uniformity and so you will and so how bravely that you, the paint chip stand out so caught in glory that you don't see i could make a bag of they, the paint chips that you don't see i'll just strip the whole wall and layer it fresh with paint that doesn't talk back

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I have come to you Of my own accord With broken hands and brittle heart With fragile mind and fractioned soul These tears of mine are part a toll Till toll the bell o’er gentle knoll Into the sun and by my birth Once again a mewling foal Fall will come and cold will break Yet again for heaven’s sake

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC

flow of consciousness poem

I have come to you Of my own accord With broken hands and brittle heart With fragile mind and fractioned soul These tears of mine are part a toll Till toll the bell o’er gentle knoll Into the sun and by my birth Once again a mewling foal Fall will come and cold will break Yet again for heaven’s sake

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What, you said, with tears Ruddy cheeks and streaky face Who swallowed whose pride

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Jan 7, 2017

Jan 7, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC

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What, you said, with tears Ruddy cheeks and streaky face Who swallowed whose pride

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