ruben-hayward - Hello Poetry

Look up towards what's left, killingkid. I smile a smile, i look somewhere in your eyes That death cannot reach. And you are quiet In your solitude, I know. Like me, like me You touch the constellations with your lashes As you sleep above me. I wipe the clouds from my eyes As you tumble, Down, down, down Past galaxies, past the stairs of my brain. You wait patiently. I am too patient, perhaps. I imagine many carousels and butterflies As light as my stomach turning, Lifting up the weight of my sorrow. I know you're light on your feet, My heart is heavy My love is wounded like a deer Against a thicket of thorns, Breathing deep and long, Watching headlights as they pass On a summer's eve. My love is a broken mirror. My eyes reflect towards you All the light I can muster, All the joy I can resurrect. Stay here, killingkid. I just walk to walk with you Into the summer night. A breeze of kiss, a wave of moonlight...

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Jul 26, 2015

Jul 26, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC

killingkid

Look up towards what's left, killingkid. I smile a smile, i look somewhere in your eyes That death cannot reach. And you are quiet In your solitude, I know. Like me, like me You touch the constellations with your lashes As you sleep above me. I wipe the clouds from my eyes As you tumble, Down, down, down Past galaxies, past the stairs of my brain. You wait patiently. I am too patient, perhaps. I imagine many carousels and butterflies As light as my stomach turning, Lifting up the weight of my sorrow. I know you're light on your feet, My heart is heavy My love is wounded like a deer Against a thicket of thorns, Breathing deep and long, Watching headlights as they pass On a summer's eve. My love is a broken mirror. My eyes reflect towards you All the light I can muster, All the joy I can resurrect. Stay here, killingkid. I just walk to walk with you Into the summer night. A breeze of kiss, a wave of moonlight...

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Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC

niap

Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1

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now is the time, she says. she says a lot of things, though. it's enough, it's enough to watch walls crumble like chalk in the hand of a child; it's enough to watch sunrise without dread. now is the time, she says. I say not much, they say. not much like a Polaroid of a dead owl in your dresser drawer; it's not much like a flower caught in a fence. factual information is less than an obituary telling you that your wife is dead. my inalienable right to make pancakes at three AM is where I flail in moonlight like a strange yellow fish swimming with cane and toothache. but, ah, what was that she said--- a million things all at once with no simile (the walls make sound, but my eyes are a million things said on Sundays) no cohesion, no considerable operations, no calorie is succinct, no little bubble in your mouth... my terrible thing weeping towards a shelf always with pretty words pretty eyes pretty nowheres-- my wound grows down the trees like ivy my hands reach towards you, I close me eyes-- I breathe I breathe smaller breathes to not disturb you. so soft and calm with gossamer in your eyes, you shift like the moon tossing on waves of cloud; what gods have I to curse when thou art fled? Little lines can't suffice, empty is a word not full-- opulence and splendor like my toes in the damp summer grass. inhale, please, and take your pulse out in the cold because the dryer is broken, everything beeps at me and houses shiver in nightmare.

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC

Shhh

now is the time, she says. she says a lot of things, though. it's enough, it's enough to watch walls crumble like chalk in the hand of a child; it's enough to watch sunrise without dread. now is the time, she says. I say not much, they say. not much like a Polaroid of a dead owl in your dresser drawer; it's not much like a flower caught in a fence. factual information is less than an obituary telling you that your wife is dead. my inalienable right to make pancakes at three AM is where I flail in moonlight like a strange yellow fish swimming with cane and toothache. but, ah, what was that she said--- a million things all at once with no simile (the walls make sound, but my eyes are a million things said on Sundays) no cohesion, no considerable operations, no calorie is succinct, no little bubble in your mouth... my terrible thing weeping towards a shelf always with pretty words pretty eyes pretty nowheres-- my wound grows down the trees like ivy my hands reach towards you, I close me eyes-- I breathe I breathe smaller breathes to not disturb you. so soft and calm with gossamer in your eyes, you shift like the moon tossing on waves of cloud; what gods have I to curse when thou art fled? Little lines can't suffice, empty is a word not full-- opulence and splendor like my toes in the damp summer grass. inhale, please, and take your pulse out in the cold because the dryer is broken, everything beeps at me and houses shiver in nightmare.

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There're much More Less Interesting Things Occurring In here Than The tumult Outside These Windows, But It's ok: I've learned How To make Tears Crystalline And how To bleed With the setting sun So stealthy Nobody Notices.

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC

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There're much More Less Interesting Things Occurring In here Than The tumult Outside These Windows, But It's ok: I've learned How To make Tears Crystalline And how To bleed With the setting sun So stealthy Nobody Notices.

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