speak-to-me-laura - Hello Poetry

he's got me feeling like whoop whoop and makes my eyes feel like headlights shining bright to the universe, he's got my soul wondering by the right side of my nose His words simmering like hot yummy soup, his smile is contagious.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC

mini rap song #1

he's got me feeling like whoop whoop and makes my eyes feel like headlights shining bright to the universe, he's got my soul wondering by the right side of my nose His words simmering like hot yummy soup, his smile is contagious.

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I was stuck by the glares of fearing eyes I handED my life to an illusion that white supremacy is right, being a white female with blonde hair was BEAUTY, I allowed the cold judgement to affect my view of the color of my skin, completely undress my worth, I was oppressed, living in the valley of darkness, this WORLD and its injustice is not my choosing but it is to live as a victim. Let freedom ring, let freedom ring.

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC

Free at last(?)

I was stuck by the glares of fearing eyes I handED my life to an illusion that white supremacy is right, being a white female with blonde hair was BEAUTY, I allowed the cold judgement to affect my view of the color of my skin, completely undress my worth, I was oppressed, living in the valley of darkness, this WORLD and its injustice is not my choosing but it is to live as a victim. Let freedom ring, let freedom ring.

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It could be a good use to open up and strike the hello to familiar faces in which in a run off seems so awkward and need of avoidance when crossed upon maybe just then i would feel less guilty of being myself.. the deep inertia of what makes this woman a man I long for deep conversations with human kind but I even questioned whether IF such conversations are better than with talking to The God of the universe... stupid and low thought but i think i am in this paradigm in which as dumb as i think i may sound speaking ENGLISH AND LACKING UNDERSTANDING OF THE USE OF LANGUAGE i still have needs...that need to be met. Imagination runs so limited in what growth is there of it if I constantly believe that I AM THE ONLY ONE who feels and knows..

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC

Odorless purge.

It could be a good use to open up and strike the hello to familiar faces in which in a run off seems so awkward and need of avoidance when crossed upon maybe just then i would feel less guilty of being myself.. the deep inertia of what makes this woman a man I long for deep conversations with human kind but I even questioned whether IF such conversations are better than with talking to The God of the universe... stupid and low thought but i think i am in this paradigm in which as dumb as i think i may sound speaking ENGLISH AND LACKING UNDERSTANDING OF THE USE OF LANGUAGE i still have needs...that need to be met. Imagination runs so limited in what growth is there of it if I constantly believe that I AM THE ONLY ONE who feels and knows..

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Don't leave me, so aimless without fervor without sight or sound of your voice And as naked as I was your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models of your carpet, carried you on, to the steps within your norm, fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before, you leave, taking turn, to deal, like the rising of the sun, an up bring to my darkest hour.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC

To the Son.

Don't leave me, so aimless without fervor without sight or sound of your voice And as naked as I was your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models of your carpet, carried you on, to the steps within your norm, fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before, you leave, taking turn, to deal, like the rising of the sun, an up bring to my darkest hour.

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i will cut out pieces of paper with the letter K-I-S-S written on it than actually torture my body after physically kissing you because sir you are ' magenta. a color revolving so deeply with in my veins i am not saying we are one because you sir are magenta a colour ravening with lure and mystique but if i allowed you to kiss and kiss my breath to open places i would become an expert a know it all because i would discretely feel your lips on mine as you pronounce volcano, muscles, performance and just like that you would be the...... the things i avoid constantly in my head and now i allow paper with K-I-S-S allow you to understand that i want you.

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Mar 3, 2014

Mar 3, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC

Untitled

i will cut out pieces of paper with the letter K-I-S-S written on it than actually torture my body after physically kissing you because sir you are ' magenta. a color revolving so deeply with in my veins i am not saying we are one because you sir are magenta a colour ravening with lure and mystique but if i allowed you to kiss and kiss my breath to open places i would become an expert a know it all because i would discretely feel your lips on mine as you pronounce volcano, muscles, performance and just like that you would be the...... the things i avoid constantly in my head and now i allow paper with K-I-S-S allow you to understand that i want you.

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I found myself writing about the purging I wish I had with my mouth i am stuck on the bunch of insinuations of letting a bunch of strangers know this is how i ******* feel. HELP ME NOW! why are you so depending on someone? why are we behaving like a train wreck tilted over on the tracks because clearly you are meant to move motion and fast and fast burning coal and pace and burn and more motives but i failed at that once again and i feel like swallowing a pool of water just to feel my throat swallow but i don't wish to keep the ***** reminiscence of water.

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC

Draft1.

I found myself writing about the purging I wish I had with my mouth i am stuck on the bunch of insinuations of letting a bunch of strangers know this is how i ******* feel. HELP ME NOW! why are you so depending on someone? why are we behaving like a train wreck tilted over on the tracks because clearly you are meant to move motion and fast and fast burning coal and pace and burn and more motives but i failed at that once again and i feel like swallowing a pool of water just to feel my throat swallow but i don't wish to keep the ***** reminiscence of water.

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what did i get myself to? Four letter word and dime and a nickel and a quarter of your time to a bliss passing by 595 your breathing and chest sinking your lips calm and keeping ,upon the hours of a dosing night a lasting high your front teeth milky white meets my frosty space the diving hips a collar trips man i feel you pull through and it isn't enough to call me some coward some dancing ***** hanging on to your very lips you said maybe is there a way i said nah yoo i ain't raised for that i am a forty five pound lean launching machine from outer space to your living set and busy strutting with vowels and annunciations since i got the power for the heys and nays i got the power i got the power so it ain't easy to unfold and what hasn't been told before i ain't some player, goldie lock mean hater prestigious for the one word betrayers cause it is out bend and crying doesn't work anymore i got the breast knuckles to my chest and i say the fury of a quiet man is lethal i am begging you to tell me you aren't danger.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC

Say something.

what did i get myself to? Four letter word and dime and a nickel and a quarter of your time to a bliss passing by 595 your breathing and chest sinking your lips calm and keeping ,upon the hours of a dosing night a lasting high your front teeth milky white meets my frosty space the diving hips a collar trips man i feel you pull through and it isn't enough to call me some coward some dancing ***** hanging on to your very lips you said maybe is there a way i said nah yoo i ain't raised for that i am a forty five pound lean launching machine from outer space to your living set and busy strutting with vowels and annunciations since i got the power for the heys and nays i got the power i got the power so it ain't easy to unfold and what hasn't been told before i ain't some player, goldie lock mean hater prestigious for the one word betrayers cause it is out bend and crying doesn't work anymore i got the breast knuckles to my chest and i say the fury of a quiet man is lethal i am begging you to tell me you aren't danger.

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I am Tristan, madly in love with Isolde a woman torn between the will of love and of status of a queen without love and I embark on this daisy i feel your neck on the side of my nose and i lift your hair and i feel the white pedal. your face small and yet again you are a small man. I am Tristan and i am destined to love a woman that will never be mine only in the shadows of the night will your kisses ever taste so sublime.

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Dec 23, 2013

Dec 23, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC

Don't make me repeat this.

I am Tristan, madly in love with Isolde a woman torn between the will of love and of status of a queen without love and I embark on this daisy i feel your neck on the side of my nose and i lift your hair and i feel the white pedal. your face small and yet again you are a small man. I am Tristan and i am destined to love a woman that will never be mine only in the shadows of the night will your kisses ever taste so sublime.

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You have no idea of what you want then, a second round on the long island ice tea ;) cheers to that mate you smiled and everything went blue and the waves of LED lights bounced as air hit the left dent of your nostril chills down the ligaments in this spinal chord your blue eyes question whether insanity was a new guest so you decided to follow and fill the spaces of void you constantly avoid a 21 year old dream departure to the wondering themes of being company to this night and to this cushion of our bliss because your love is weary and it mirrored your **** a baby maker in vacancy since my legs are dead. How could lust be so demanding the bodies be so fleeting and stupid and dumb courageous in just the wrong place but vain is some reality to wanting more of what happened let the vanities of dream catch on fire and let the ashes be thrown to its nothing it just doesn't pertain to me either i don't want you anymore and not in my head either so get the **** out and leave. my friend.

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Dec 21, 2013

Dec 21, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC

Here is to you, babe.

You have no idea of what you want then, a second round on the long island ice tea ;) cheers to that mate you smiled and everything went blue and the waves of LED lights bounced as air hit the left dent of your nostril chills down the ligaments in this spinal chord your blue eyes question whether insanity was a new guest so you decided to follow and fill the spaces of void you constantly avoid a 21 year old dream departure to the wondering themes of being company to this night and to this cushion of our bliss because your love is weary and it mirrored your **** a baby maker in vacancy since my legs are dead. How could lust be so demanding the bodies be so fleeting and stupid and dumb courageous in just the wrong place but vain is some reality to wanting more of what happened let the vanities of dream catch on fire and let the ashes be thrown to its nothing it just doesn't pertain to me either i don't want you anymore and not in my head either so get the **** out and leave. my friend.

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** A little secret** how can i learn to be friends with guys if i continue to find their voices fancying the bottom lines of my dress this is in my head! LUST, where can i abandon you? leave you on the platform of Danggogae? wrap you in plastic and bend your arms to a figure, make you a flammable toy? Just tell me brain, how to be mellow and not bellow on a fantasy. The hand waves; my bed creaks and says great, thanks.

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Dec 18, 2013

Dec 18, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC

Great, thanks.

** A little secret** how can i learn to be friends with guys if i continue to find their voices fancying the bottom lines of my dress this is in my head! LUST, where can i abandon you? leave you on the platform of Danggogae? wrap you in plastic and bend your arms to a figure, make you a flammable toy? Just tell me brain, how to be mellow and not bellow on a fantasy. The hand waves; my bed creaks and says great, thanks.

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