screamingmime - Hello Poetry

i dont feel bitter anymore, but the wound still bleeds quite often; seeping reminders into my clothes, painting me with somber pigments long forgotten in my deadened pallor.

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Sep 6, 2021

Sep 6, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC

Untitled

i dont feel bitter anymore, but the wound still bleeds quite often; seeping reminders into my clothes, painting me with somber pigments long forgotten in my deadened pallor.

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if i didn't think that it would wound you mortally, i would pull you in close and pretend not to feel the puncturing of quills.

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Aug 27, 2021

Aug 27, 2021 at 4:04 AM UTC

dilemma of hedgehogs

if i didn't think that it would wound you mortally, i would pull you in close and pretend not to feel the puncturing of quills.

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a beast wearing delicate skin

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Dec 7, 2018

Dec 7, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC

pure as sin

a beast wearing delicate skin

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with great hesitance and trepidation i decided i was prepared for change in my station. i thought, like a fool, that it would feel like renewal, resurgence, vigilance or vacation-- but the place to which i ran away was a hell of my own creation.

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC

no salvation

with great hesitance and trepidation i decided i was prepared for change in my station. i thought, like a fool, that it would feel like renewal, resurgence, vigilance or vacation-- but the place to which i ran away was a hell of my own creation.

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it's stuck in my throat. try to speak, can't denote. try to stay, can't devote. try to leave, forget my coat. barely afloat by the foot note, need a scapegoat or a re-vote.

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Dec 4, 2018

Dec 4, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC

quote unquote

it's stuck in my throat. try to speak, can't denote. try to stay, can't devote. try to leave, forget my coat. barely afloat by the foot note, need a scapegoat or a re-vote.

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there we were, late for takeoff and too early for landing. all bruises and tears, and ringing in the ears. there we were, barely standing. we were clinically, morbidly, gloriously grotesque, and **** picturesque, nonetheless.

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Nov 6, 2018

Nov 6, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC

flight delayed

there we were, late for takeoff and too early for landing. all bruises and tears, and ringing in the ears. there we were, barely standing. we were clinically, morbidly, gloriously grotesque, and **** picturesque, nonetheless.

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when my final record plays, will death stop and watch me as i dance one last dance? will he take my hands, and spin around with me? will he clap when it's done? would he for anybody?

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC

the end

when my final record plays, will death stop and watch me as i dance one last dance? will he take my hands, and spin around with me? will he clap when it's done? would he for anybody?

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monochrome boy keeps a little stash of blue in his eyes. well, at least most of the time. i told him once that there was a sweet, warm sort of sadness about him, and amongst his greyscale i saw an unfamiliar glimpse of the most becoming wildflower yellow.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC

a new palette

monochrome boy keeps a little stash of blue in his eyes. well, at least most of the time. i told him once that there was a sweet, warm sort of sadness about him, and amongst his greyscale i saw an unfamiliar glimpse of the most becoming wildflower yellow.

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it's awful foggy this morning, on the lawn and in my mind. out for a quick smoke before dawn, right on time for the daily grind. my head is filled with bleary dread, all i wants to be sleeping instead.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC

bedlag

it's awful foggy this morning, on the lawn and in my mind. out for a quick smoke before dawn, right on time for the daily grind. my head is filled with bleary dread, all i wants to be sleeping instead.

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you open your mouth and i want to sew mine shut. turn my way to speak and i turn the other cheek. i don't want to hear you and i don't want to see you. words are too static and you're too erratic for this to even continue.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC

not up for renewal

you open your mouth and i want to sew mine shut. turn my way to speak and i turn the other cheek. i don't want to hear you and i don't want to see you. words are too static and you're too erratic for this to even continue.

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