shanelle-galloway - Hello Poetry

The cats get the Cradle the beetles get the bread and the cherry-cheeked children, the children all are dead The world is growing smaller the Sun is getting hotter it is all a fault of ours a fault of ours so faulty falling gently, screaming, kicking to the ground so we give The cats the Cradle the beetles get the Bread and the cherry-cheeked children, the children all are dead Men are exploding children are smoking– smoking needles eating beetles black and pink Beatles The Beatles all are dead not the legend, just the passion so instead we give The cats the Cradle and the beetles to the bread and the cherry-cheeked children the children all are dead because the world turned upside-down all together, upside down sons in shoe-heels lipstick jungles deep violet secrets girls in pants panting running from understanding caring claiming you are open-minded too open-minded to mind the option of a closed mind so instead, **** the trees for the cat’s cradle feed the beetles to the bread since all the cherry-cheeked children and their childhood: all dead.

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Dec 31, 2010

Dec 31, 2010 at 9:27 PM UTC

shanelle-galloway

Cats in the Cradle

The cats get the Cradle the beetles get the bread and the cherry-cheeked children, the children all are dead The world is growing smaller the Sun is getting hotter it is all a fault of ours a fault of ours so faulty falling gently, screaming, kicking to the ground so we give The cats the Cradle the beetles get the Bread and the cherry-cheeked children, the children all are dead Men are exploding children are smoking– smoking needles eating beetles black and pink Beatles The Beatles all are dead not the legend, just the passion so instead we give The cats the Cradle and the beetles to the bread and the cherry-cheeked children the children all are dead because the world turned upside-down all together, upside down sons in shoe-heels lipstick jungles deep violet secrets girls in pants panting running from understanding caring claiming you are open-minded too open-minded to mind the option of a closed mind so instead, **** the trees for the cat’s cradle feed the beetles to the bread since all the cherry-cheeked children and their childhood: all dead.

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a flower a flower another a ring a brooch a dress none of these proved his love, only that he could buy the best

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Dec 31, 2010

Dec 31, 2010 at 12:29 PM UTC

shanelle-galloway

gifts he gave

a flower a flower another a ring a brooch a dress none of these proved his love, only that he could buy the best

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Do you remember that night? the first time we made out. We went looking for stars and found rain. As we lay in the grass, damp with the impending downpour, Your eyes hovered above mine as I talked nonsense somewhat unsure nervous but willing The both of us Until I lifted my chin to yours, and the rain began to fall, Building, until we were drenched with it And I trembled half from the wet half from the way Your fingers traced over My chilled skin You moved your hand across my bust between layers of shirt and bra searching for the boundaries And, I, with my hand guided your hand under the wire Where you grasped, telling me I was beautiful You made me feel it You were the first I ever let touch me like that Because I knew you would but what I didn’t know was how deeply.

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Dec 20, 2010

Dec 20, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC

shanelle-galloway

We Found Rain

Do you remember that night? the first time we made out. We went looking for stars and found rain. As we lay in the grass, damp with the impending downpour, Your eyes hovered above mine as I talked nonsense somewhat unsure nervous but willing The both of us Until I lifted my chin to yours, and the rain began to fall, Building, until we were drenched with it And I trembled half from the wet half from the way Your fingers traced over My chilled skin You moved your hand across my bust between layers of shirt and bra searching for the boundaries And, I, with my hand guided your hand under the wire Where you grasped, telling me I was beautiful You made me feel it You were the first I ever let touch me like that Because I knew you would but what I didn’t know was how deeply.

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