stephanie-irvin - Hello Poetry

I can hear your laugh, in every tear she spills. Your wit and love and life, will trickle through our years. The strings have gathered dust. The glasses lost and broken. You've left us with questions... anger, loss, and tokens. 13 to 36, no regret you've ever shown. We hate you. We love you. We miss you... now that you have gone.

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Jul 30, 2015

Jul 30, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC

bill

I can hear your laugh, in every tear she spills. Your wit and love and life, will trickle through our years. The strings have gathered dust. The glasses lost and broken. You've left us with questions... anger, loss, and tokens. 13 to 36, no regret you've ever shown. We hate you. We love you. We miss you... now that you have gone.

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Hopped up in the garden Smoke swirls in the cold. My hand climbs up your thigh. Your eyes rip thru my fold. We brag about a life not lived. We stumble home to notes. I’d take it now if you’d let me, The words climb up my throat.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

our song

Hopped up in the garden Smoke swirls in the cold. My hand climbs up your thigh. Your eyes rip thru my fold. We brag about a life not lived. We stumble home to notes. I’d take it now if you’d let me, The words climb up my throat.

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I find myself selecting poses, chewy words and wit After the third glass of wine it’s me that I forget. Testing waters too deep Walking steps too steep You talk about the dark I sit and gaze Watching lips I’ll never know Breathing his whiskey haze From a toss of my hair To the look on your face Mocked by the years I cannot erase.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC

Poses

I find myself selecting poses, chewy words and wit After the third glass of wine it’s me that I forget. Testing waters too deep Walking steps too steep You talk about the dark I sit and gaze Watching lips I’ll never know Breathing his whiskey haze From a toss of my hair To the look on your face Mocked by the years I cannot erase.

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I find it alarmingly satisfying that I hate the couple in front of me, on line, buying coffee at 9pm on a Monday. Wrapped in matching dress-down attire, not talking, speaking through gestures designed just for them. Checking their phones for calls they might have missed, while I'm standing here, waiting, missing you. Why do they need coffee now? Will they go home? Will they have *** Will he come first? Will they fall asleep not dreading tomorrow? I guess they can do that, they can afford it, because they have their coffee and they have a Monday night and they don't realize what they have. Me? I have a pint of ice cream, 80 bucks worth of books I'll try to read and a chance you'll be home when I call.

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC

a couple

I find it alarmingly satisfying that I hate the couple in front of me, on line, buying coffee at 9pm on a Monday. Wrapped in matching dress-down attire, not talking, speaking through gestures designed just for them. Checking their phones for calls they might have missed, while I'm standing here, waiting, missing you. Why do they need coffee now? Will they go home? Will they have *** Will he come first? Will they fall asleep not dreading tomorrow? I guess they can do that, they can afford it, because they have their coffee and they have a Monday night and they don't realize what they have. Me? I have a pint of ice cream, 80 bucks worth of books I'll try to read and a chance you'll be home when I call.

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Hey, take this record I don't want it Yeah, I know you got one too Throw it out If you don't want it It doesn't matter what you do Don't push me to this You said last night So I pressed the button Down Down Down Wasn't sure it'd be alright But said I don't want you around There's nothing more I want to tell you Can't think of more to say Just some looks you know I'll give you 'Cus you're movin' out today I'll learn to sprawl the bed now Guess that sun will shine on in I guess my books will breathe now Buy some plants to cover where you've been Don't push me to this You said last night So I pressed the button Down Down Down Wasn't sure I'd be alright But said I don't want you around This morning we tried to forget each other Walked around on heavy toes But we couldn't quite ignore each other Maybe I cut off my face To spite my nose We've screamed all we could think to shout Can't think of more to say Just a look that I won't give you 'Cus you're movin' out today

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Sep 6, 2013

Sep 6, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC

movin' out

Hey, take this record I don't want it Yeah, I know you got one too Throw it out If you don't want it It doesn't matter what you do Don't push me to this You said last night So I pressed the button Down Down Down Wasn't sure it'd be alright But said I don't want you around There's nothing more I want to tell you Can't think of more to say Just some looks you know I'll give you 'Cus you're movin' out today I'll learn to sprawl the bed now Guess that sun will shine on in I guess my books will breathe now Buy some plants to cover where you've been Don't push me to this You said last night So I pressed the button Down Down Down Wasn't sure I'd be alright But said I don't want you around This morning we tried to forget each other Walked around on heavy toes But we couldn't quite ignore each other Maybe I cut off my face To spite my nose We've screamed all we could think to shout Can't think of more to say Just a look that I won't give you 'Cus you're movin' out today

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I walked along the wire of Madison Ave Wanting to be just like the movie When I saw a girl reading poetry to a tin can Strangers fed her one dollar bills The ones with white sneakers just stared I walked over puddles Filled up with oily tears Thinking of how I scream So loud And no one is ever around to hear it This girl kept the rhythm Skirting the cat calls and grime I wanted to wrap around her And grab hold of her mind But I walked on Too scared to hear the end The rain doesn't stop When we go inside The rust just builds On tin cans And all of us search For another tomorrow

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Sep 4, 2013

Sep 4, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC

rust

I walked along the wire of Madison Ave Wanting to be just like the movie When I saw a girl reading poetry to a tin can Strangers fed her one dollar bills The ones with white sneakers just stared I walked over puddles Filled up with oily tears Thinking of how I scream So loud And no one is ever around to hear it This girl kept the rhythm Skirting the cat calls and grime I wanted to wrap around her And grab hold of her mind But I walked on Too scared to hear the end The rain doesn't stop When we go inside The rust just builds On tin cans And all of us search For another tomorrow

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I wanted to clean your apartment Wanted to surprise you Finding homes for misplaced papers Dusting between the books I’d given you And there it was Lying where hundreds of others had fallen Tangled up Trailing off Into the dense confusion of your rug It gleamed with a defiance I found it ridiculously dramatic A yellow cord of betrayal Forcing me to remember when I had dyed my hair last 3 months ago Black You said you liked it A wave of sickness slammed into me Faces swam through my head Names twisted on my tongue I backed into a corner And kicked up the frenzy It chased me through the forest of dust And landed on my knee Curling into a smile That seemed to recognize my fear

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Aug 27, 2013

Aug 27, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC

hair

I wanted to clean your apartment Wanted to surprise you Finding homes for misplaced papers Dusting between the books I’d given you And there it was Lying where hundreds of others had fallen Tangled up Trailing off Into the dense confusion of your rug It gleamed with a defiance I found it ridiculously dramatic A yellow cord of betrayal Forcing me to remember when I had dyed my hair last 3 months ago Black You said you liked it A wave of sickness slammed into me Faces swam through my head Names twisted on my tongue I backed into a corner And kicked up the frenzy It chased me through the forest of dust And landed on my knee Curling into a smile That seemed to recognize my fear

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her small greasy hands search through your hair groping for a look she’s seen on tv that rotten acorn mess I loved to tangle across your eyes always far off somewhere she looks like the girl I thought you wanted to be with my friends say she looks like me I bet she tells you stories about girls she's slept with I bet you read her my poems and laugh the two of you surrounded by clothing and smoke. moving my stuff into a pile in the corner

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Aug 27, 2013

Aug 27, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC

small

her small greasy hands search through your hair groping for a look she’s seen on tv that rotten acorn mess I loved to tangle across your eyes always far off somewhere she looks like the girl I thought you wanted to be with my friends say she looks like me I bet she tells you stories about girls she's slept with I bet you read her my poems and laugh the two of you surrounded by clothing and smoke. moving my stuff into a pile in the corner

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Black eyed Susan lived on my street She wandered the night with nothing on her feet She never told me a thing Just sat 'neath my window to hear me sing Beauty she was with those big black eyes Susan would dance to my song with fireflies I kind of loved her Yes, I think I did Watching her prance like a little kid She held her head with pride And looked up at me And through those big black eyes Susan couldn't see

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Aug 23, 2013

Aug 23, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC

black eyed Susan

Black eyed Susan lived on my street She wandered the night with nothing on her feet She never told me a thing Just sat 'neath my window to hear me sing Beauty she was with those big black eyes Susan would dance to my song with fireflies I kind of loved her Yes, I think I did Watching her prance like a little kid She held her head with pride And looked up at me And through those big black eyes Susan couldn't see

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I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be alive. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to lie to you. We’ve walked so many miles, only to find the same people. I force these words. I hate these words. I can’t live without these words.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC

the same

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be alive. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to lie to you. We’ve walked so many miles, only to find the same people. I force these words. I hate these words. I can’t live without these words.

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