spookydust - Hello Poetry

please walk upon my gravestone please **** me in your dreams as i still stand here breathing it means less than dirt to me

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Jan 30, 2021

Jan 30, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC

take a stab

please walk upon my gravestone please **** me in your dreams as i still stand here breathing it means less than dirt to me

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when it's a pin ***** on my soft skin a zit pops i play my mind trick and i stop to think of the pain i choose how i want to bruise and bedazzle my back in thumbtacks running razor blades making crimson masks

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Jan 30, 2021

Jan 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC

i bleed for me

when it's a pin ***** on my soft skin a zit pops i play my mind trick and i stop to think of the pain i choose how i want to bruise and bedazzle my back in thumbtacks running razor blades making crimson masks

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Often in my daydreams, old friends come to mind I pray under my breath, that life might treat you kind I can't, I won't, I don't, write, speak, or call Whatever that reason may be, my love is with you all What a pleasure it will be, to see you again one day And should you ever cross my path, I have a couch where you can stay.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC

For Far Off Friends

Often in my daydreams, old friends come to mind I pray under my breath, that life might treat you kind I can't, I won't, I don't, write, speak, or call Whatever that reason may be, my love is with you all What a pleasure it will be, to see you again one day And should you ever cross my path, I have a couch where you can stay.

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------------------------------------------------------------- I had a sweet tooth One too many cavities Couldn't even taste it Caught up in the fallacy ------------------------------------------------------------- Pocket watch rewound Pressed upon her hip But with her hand embraced She already let time slip ------------------------------------------------------------- Gone are outside illuminations Save for lonely constellations Save our souls from machinations and words for loving incantations ------------------------------------------------------------- Living inside the shadow of dark Awakened irritated, muted emotions stark With serene dreams of waking To the melody of a meadowlark. -----------------------------------------------------------

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Aug 23, 2016

Aug 23, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC

Exquisite [Collection]

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I'm a passenger here.. When was it last Morning dew soaked my shoes When we'd watch red skies rise On a rocking ocean float After nights watching stars In our time without cars. Now I'm a passenger here, So I've long since feared Something new has a hold of me What am I supposed to be? What replaces those nights Of laying upon lawns Where the only thing wrong Was sharing headphones And she picked a bad song.

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC

Now, A Passenger

I'm a passenger here.. When was it last Morning dew soaked my shoes When we'd watch red skies rise On a rocking ocean float After nights watching stars In our time without cars. Now I'm a passenger here, So I've long since feared Something new has a hold of me What am I supposed to be? What replaces those nights Of laying upon lawns Where the only thing wrong Was sharing headphones And she picked a bad song.

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I remember when my pillow had a shirt. Laying in bed every night it was gripped tight And there were wrinkles not creases And the silence was so ceaseless Laying in deadest night made memories my light The shirt, sized small and plaid. Now the cold morn feels so warm. And I know no more old guilt And it's a lilting life I've built Distorted social norms Former perceptions deformed. A box in a closet, now folds, unworn.

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC

Box Beneath My Brown Bookcase

I remember when my pillow had a shirt. Laying in bed every night it was gripped tight And there were wrinkles not creases And the silence was so ceaseless Laying in deadest night made memories my light The shirt, sized small and plaid. Now the cold morn feels so warm. And I know no more old guilt And it's a lilting life I've built Distorted social norms Former perceptions deformed. A box in a closet, now folds, unworn.

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Do I make you wince? Was I a lost fawns salt lick? Was I a never was, your life's whiskey limp? I guess I never took your hint I guess you thought I could take the hit Since that's been that conversations been zip I can't say I was always innocent But let's hope its a two way lapse of conscience

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC

When I'm On Your Mind.

Do I make you wince? Was I a lost fawns salt lick? Was I a never was, your life's whiskey limp? I guess I never took your hint I guess you thought I could take the hit Since that's been that conversations been zip I can't say I was always innocent But let's hope its a two way lapse of conscience

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As my blood coursed throughout I was fortified in your love Rapped your knuckles on my chest Asking to become a memory With a three inch incision I welcome you home I play with your hair You hold my viscera Blood coursed throughout Staring, entwined, hazel eyes Evaluating every valve and ventricle As you're what keeps them beating

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Nov 9, 2015

Nov 9, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC

Tar On My Heart (1)

As my blood coursed throughout I was fortified in your love Rapped your knuckles on my chest Asking to become a memory With a three inch incision I welcome you home I play with your hair You hold my viscera Blood coursed throughout Staring, entwined, hazel eyes Evaluating every valve and ventricle As you're what keeps them beating

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You quote me verbatim Just words you've never heard What I wrote for myself Did you read? Did you learn? Why is what I muse your concern?

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC

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You quote me verbatim Just words you've never heard What I wrote for myself Did you read? Did you learn? Why is what I muse your concern?

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I really do hurt myself nights were long sighs and lonely dreams sleeping while your shirts on my pillow and my pillow is in my arms now its in a cardboard box detox now my nights are a real person and sweat ingrains the sheets I can feel warmth up against me I feel her breath a heartbeat but I can still feel a pull from a pixelated vision I dont have to type a word Just the first letter and I know I'm closer I get my life back, I feel in control Gasping at wisps, so plainly absurd Its gone. I'm not with whom you're really meant to be Its gone. It's 5 months in a week Its gone. Whats yours for me that's really left to see? Its gone. But its really just beginning, so to speak. I just want to know, I just want to know

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC

I do myself more harm than good

I really do hurt myself nights were long sighs and lonely dreams sleeping while your shirts on my pillow and my pillow is in my arms now its in a cardboard box detox now my nights are a real person and sweat ingrains the sheets I can feel warmth up against me I feel her breath a heartbeat but I can still feel a pull from a pixelated vision I dont have to type a word Just the first letter and I know I'm closer I get my life back, I feel in control Gasping at wisps, so plainly absurd Its gone. I'm not with whom you're really meant to be Its gone. It's 5 months in a week Its gone. Whats yours for me that's really left to see? Its gone. But its really just beginning, so to speak. I just want to know, I just want to know

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