runaway-joe - Hello Poetry

He's sleeping in the next room it rained today That kind that waters wildflowers and makes trodden paths all sticky I thought I wouldn't know him Months ago, one perfect night we listened to the rain outside the window of my hotel room I set out the next morning mud stuck to my shoes And the path led back to him

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Oct 6, 2023

Oct 6, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC

Moving on

He's sleeping in the next room it rained today That kind that waters wildflowers and makes trodden paths all sticky I thought I wouldn't know him Months ago, one perfect night we listened to the rain outside the window of my hotel room I set out the next morning mud stuck to my shoes And the path led back to him

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Hello Could you sit there for a bit I want to consider you I think I like you Our fabrics match and the sun shines so nice Very pleasantly on the seat across the table Could you sit there for a bit My songs have been sleeping But I think (Because I do not know) (Really, how should I know) They come up for you With sweet sounds my voice will not express I hear them from your lips instead Are you a truth That must be asked (What is trust?) This water is cut with clockwork A ticktock gate and as its keeper Could you sit there for a bit And tell the truth Because! I’m sorry, but all gears aside I just I’m sorry I just I’m sorry Wait Please I’m sorry, hold on It’s not, I mean Not desperation or anything Haha, right I mean Oh no When did the gate open

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC

Such a Sunny Day, Though

Hello Could you sit there for a bit I want to consider you I think I like you Our fabrics match and the sun shines so nice Very pleasantly on the seat across the table Could you sit there for a bit My songs have been sleeping But I think (Because I do not know) (Really, how should I know) They come up for you With sweet sounds my voice will not express I hear them from your lips instead Are you a truth That must be asked (What is trust?) This water is cut with clockwork A ticktock gate and as its keeper Could you sit there for a bit And tell the truth Because! I’m sorry, but all gears aside I just I’m sorry I just I’m sorry Wait Please I’m sorry, hold on It’s not, I mean Not desperation or anything Haha, right I mean Oh no When did the gate open

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How does a breath Claim identity on the wind? One drop in a storm Just like any other in the sea? Fear of Babel snatches the breeze Saps the seas Fear throws itself upon the world Like the curtain on a birdcage Yet every Tempest Every mighty crash upon the shores From the lone gust curling? From the rising spray? A first note in the silent night? Under starless sky Still waters In dead air Behind the curtain I open my mouth.

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Jun 13, 2013

Jun 13, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC

Fear of Babel

How does a breath Claim identity on the wind? One drop in a storm Just like any other in the sea? Fear of Babel snatches the breeze Saps the seas Fear throws itself upon the world Like the curtain on a birdcage Yet every Tempest Every mighty crash upon the shores From the lone gust curling? From the rising spray? A first note in the silent night? Under starless sky Still waters In dead air Behind the curtain I open my mouth.

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Oh woman, you've danced your dance You're partied out, it's time to closet those pumps But Mr. Phonograph has something to say He plays the record The one you're a fool for And its vinyl Written with biology A siren's wailing Scratches you in all the right places You dance your dance Throb with the tempo Your mind stays yours But that pretty young body don't Every fiber knows Why you curve in such pleasing ways Why your lips pout so sweetly They sing along Peace is for those on either side of the mountain Not at the peak You could think in innocence You will think in wisdom But Mr. Phonograph has something to say "now, you dance"

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Oct 1, 2012

Oct 1, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC

Consumption

Oh woman, you've danced your dance You're partied out, it's time to closet those pumps But Mr. Phonograph has something to say He plays the record The one you're a fool for And its vinyl Written with biology A siren's wailing Scratches you in all the right places You dance your dance Throb with the tempo Your mind stays yours But that pretty young body don't Every fiber knows Why you curve in such pleasing ways Why your lips pout so sweetly They sing along Peace is for those on either side of the mountain Not at the peak You could think in innocence You will think in wisdom But Mr. Phonograph has something to say "now, you dance"

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We saw her pained, The muscles tensed, Did flesh rip? I think flesh ripped. Our moral ways, Express lanes to her-- That innocent in the machine-- Were papered green. The devil watched her violation, We could not stop it. There was so much green, Such pure green. Today, from my high house in gates, She haunts my sleep and Shows me the paths, So papered green, Were merely never. Stretched toward her, Cracking with her, Strangled with pure, **** green Was us.

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Sep 19, 2012

Sep 19, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC

The Experiment

We saw her pained, The muscles tensed, Did flesh rip? I think flesh ripped. Our moral ways, Express lanes to her-- That innocent in the machine-- Were papered green. The devil watched her violation, We could not stop it. There was so much green, Such pure green. Today, from my high house in gates, She haunts my sleep and Shows me the paths, So papered green, Were merely never. Stretched toward her, Cracking with her, Strangled with pure, **** green Was us.

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Hey. This is my end-song, no more I shut the book and it'll work Just listen. You don't know that I know Or I think I know that you don't know that I know Or I thought that you were, and you weren't Whatever That's over But still all this backstage coggery Whirs and I— Tick tick tick, you're every time of the day All our small talk twists the arrow in my chest You need a friend more than I need you So I'll go and confess to a jury of unknowns This half-story they'll never be half-told I'm like Sisyphus Every ;) sends my heart Tumbling to the bottom Gods be ****** though Fires rage within, whatever You need a friend. The End

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Sep 2, 2012

Sep 2, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC

End-song

Hey. This is my end-song, no more I shut the book and it'll work Just listen. You don't know that I know Or I think I know that you don't know that I know Or I thought that you were, and you weren't Whatever That's over But still all this backstage coggery Whirs and I— Tick tick tick, you're every time of the day All our small talk twists the arrow in my chest You need a friend more than I need you So I'll go and confess to a jury of unknowns This half-story they'll never be half-told I'm like Sisyphus Every ;) sends my heart Tumbling to the bottom Gods be ****** though Fires rage within, whatever You need a friend. The End

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I've been lying Tryin' to make like my says were more than Tippin' my head and Letting ink run onto papers (to be later typed up for the general public) Wanted to be all Art and whatever Use words to weave beautiful things, but It came out wrong 'cause They were saying honest things, Average things, from an average Joe Runnin' his dumb mouth My name is Runaway Joe.

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Aug 30, 2012

Aug 30, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC

Let Me Introduce Myself

I've been lying Tryin' to make like my says were more than Tippin' my head and Letting ink run onto papers (to be later typed up for the general public) Wanted to be all Art and whatever Use words to weave beautiful things, but It came out wrong 'cause They were saying honest things, Average things, from an average Joe Runnin' his dumb mouth My name is Runaway Joe.

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Love? Oh, love! Love is great. My heart bleeds for that special someone, dontcha know Cupid shot an arrow God, that kid's an ******* Romantic fog rolls in The birds chirp Barry White Our eyes lock My pulse quickens and I giggle like a stoner But person doesn't get the joke Cupid shot an arrow Budget Cupid shot one arrow

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Aug 17, 2012

Aug 17, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC

Cheap-ass

Love? Oh, love! Love is great. My heart bleeds for that special someone, dontcha know Cupid shot an arrow God, that kid's an ******* Romantic fog rolls in The birds chirp Barry White Our eyes lock My pulse quickens and I giggle like a stoner But person doesn't get the joke Cupid shot an arrow Budget Cupid shot one arrow

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Human! Human, I can tell you like secrets Yes, greedy humans like secrets Follow me. Where? Hah! Where! Secrets! Secrets for you to know! Look there, why do the gardens stare back? Why do the walls cry here in the sunrise? Secrets, human! You love secrets!

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Jul 20, 2012

Jul 20, 2012 at 8:42 PM UTC

Explorinator

Human! Human, I can tell you like secrets Yes, greedy humans like secrets Follow me. Where? Hah! Where! Secrets! Secrets for you to know! Look there, why do the gardens stare back? Why do the walls cry here in the sunrise? Secrets, human! You love secrets!

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If I could sing good I'd stand in a kitchen and lullaby a baby rocking in my arms the baby would get sleepy and yawn and be all like "hey, you're really great at singing" only it won't, because babies can't talk but that's okay

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Jul 13, 2012

Jul 13, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC

If I could sing good

If I could sing good I'd stand in a kitchen and lullaby a baby rocking in my arms the baby would get sleepy and yawn and be all like "hey, you're really great at singing" only it won't, because babies can't talk but that's okay

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