sophianilsen - Hello Poetry

13 Ways to Cringe 1. We met under a glittering ball at the drop of the song I told him not to fall in love with me 2. We were swallowed by the city and when he craved me and wings and beer I had to marry things like ketchup 3. We tried again in Chinatown the club with the ***** girl at the bar who tried to dance her way into his lap 4. Eventually I spent a night but that stupid 9-5 it’s like we didnt even talk 5. He wanted wings again I snuck him beers He was always a good tipper 6. I remembered his address a door so nondescript I wound up forgetting again 7. We talked on the fire escape watching people is cool because you get to skip yourself 8. Matching robes one morning we had to play divorce while his roommate intruded 9. There were four of us at night two got married two got lost 10. When we dance in a group half the time we spend losing it half the time we spend finding it 11. I try to sleep on his sailboat but I gotta *** and my beds down the street 12. We play BINGO with his nieces to want the babies to win is an inky dabber to six cards 13. His dad calls me his His mom shows me new shoes He is petting his dogs

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC

#144

13 Ways to Cringe 1. We met under a glittering ball at the drop of the song I told him not to fall in love with me 2. We were swallowed by the city and when he craved me and wings and beer I had to marry things like ketchup 3. We tried again in Chinatown the club with the ***** girl at the bar who tried to dance her way into his lap 4. Eventually I spent a night but that stupid 9-5 it’s like we didnt even talk 5. He wanted wings again I snuck him beers He was always a good tipper 6. I remembered his address a door so nondescript I wound up forgetting again 7. We talked on the fire escape watching people is cool because you get to skip yourself 8. Matching robes one morning we had to play divorce while his roommate intruded 9. There were four of us at night two got married two got lost 10. When we dance in a group half the time we spend losing it half the time we spend finding it 11. I try to sleep on his sailboat but I gotta *** and my beds down the street 12. We play BINGO with his nieces to want the babies to win is an inky dabber to six cards 13. His dad calls me his His mom shows me new shoes He is petting his dogs

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we leave through the meat rack but we’re all friends here except so much more we leave unspoken and on the dock no taxi light was on for us so two hours, one sunset pass and I’m dancing but we’re irritated we leave it unspoken we eat french fries and when the chariot arrives the fireworks start the beautiful shimmers and smileys in the sky there’s no place I’d rather be but you’re anxious to be home with nieces and your nephew so we leave it unspoken and thats how we got back to Lonelyville

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC

#143

we leave through the meat rack but we’re all friends here except so much more we leave unspoken and on the dock no taxi light was on for us so two hours, one sunset pass and I’m dancing but we’re irritated we leave it unspoken we eat french fries and when the chariot arrives the fireworks start the beautiful shimmers and smileys in the sky there’s no place I’d rather be but you’re anxious to be home with nieces and your nephew so we leave it unspoken and thats how we got back to Lonelyville

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give me all your nightmares your twilight woes gasps in the thick heat of August’s night swamp goblins’ prance eerily sideways, smiling sharp nails point to an existing wasteland meant to decay you for eternity

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC

#142

give me all your nightmares your twilight woes gasps in the thick heat of August’s night swamp goblins’ prance eerily sideways, smiling sharp nails point to an existing wasteland meant to decay you for eternity

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Having a hard time in spring makes me think it is my least favorite season. My paleness frostbitten from eager pedal pushers and my hairs luster lacks gone away with the beanie I lived in. My face loves the sun, but it was too much too soon and the burn remains. Oh and death is spring because babies can’t care for themselves yet. The first buds of bland blooms, backdrop for later’s begonia. It is not exciting to see this life struggle out of sleep when the season of sadness spills over. Spring, she’s bipolar a bit. The warmth is hit or miss and she takes so long to get out of bed. Get out of the fog, get of out of the grey. She takes the moments you hold your breath the longest before plunging out of the horizon and runs her finger along the film as to slow it down because when you’re sad in Spring you feel as though winter is forever.

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC

#141

Having a hard time in spring makes me think it is my least favorite season. My paleness frostbitten from eager pedal pushers and my hairs luster lacks gone away with the beanie I lived in. My face loves the sun, but it was too much too soon and the burn remains. Oh and death is spring because babies can’t care for themselves yet. The first buds of bland blooms, backdrop for later’s begonia. It is not exciting to see this life struggle out of sleep when the season of sadness spills over. Spring, she’s bipolar a bit. The warmth is hit or miss and she takes so long to get out of bed. Get out of the fog, get of out of the grey. She takes the moments you hold your breath the longest before plunging out of the horizon and runs her finger along the film as to slow it down because when you’re sad in Spring you feel as though winter is forever.

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the parallels in who I was and who I am today sometimes become too close when I lose my footing after speaking up the parts of my mind meant to stay in folds it must remain math the parallels are destined to a line of steady observation the dominant stretch seeming larger but it measures the same

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC

#140

the parallels in who I was and who I am today sometimes become too close when I lose my footing after speaking up the parts of my mind meant to stay in folds it must remain math the parallels are destined to a line of steady observation the dominant stretch seeming larger but it measures the same

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I awoke with sweat beading down every inch of my body my decolletage a lake of processed loss my grey shirt cast limp and damp in melting mountain peaks I wrung it back where I felt it belonged in the lake further sinking my heart to the bottom of this fresh water body a lost treasure only I knew of

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC

#139

I awoke with sweat beading down every inch of my body my decolletage a lake of processed loss my grey shirt cast limp and damp in melting mountain peaks I wrung it back where I felt it belonged in the lake further sinking my heart to the bottom of this fresh water body a lost treasure only I knew of

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I’m so unhappy when I consume more than I produce do I delete everything in lieu of creating or let everything coexist and mind my own **** business none of my business my thoughts have become

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC

#138

I’m so unhappy when I consume more than I produce do I delete everything in lieu of creating or let everything coexist and mind my own **** business none of my business my thoughts have become

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