tammy-cusick - Hello Poetry

Piercing eyes pale white gowns, furrowed brow's big bright crowns, horizontal smiles across floor to ceiling paintings limp of emotion, distraught in sepia color at rest, mildew in the teeth callous on the tongue, nails in the feet dragging dead weight, wrapped in burlap tied in loose ribbon, clammy cold hands only for the given, dilated. red in the face angry with a fist distraught in the heart, spliced across the wrist.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC

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Piercing eyes pale white gowns, furrowed brow's big bright crowns, horizontal smiles across floor to ceiling paintings limp of emotion, distraught in sepia color at rest, mildew in the teeth callous on the tongue, nails in the feet dragging dead weight, wrapped in burlap tied in loose ribbon, clammy cold hands only for the given, dilated. red in the face angry with a fist distraught in the heart, spliced across the wrist.

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Withered through these relinquished lips, softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass. Torn across flesh-like soil caressing gently into this impermeable being, you're only human. So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts slanting into the belly never feeling so bare the hunger deprives. The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain, feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge Clutching onto the white knuckle breast your hands pounding at your fingertips its electric running through your veins feeling it at the core so helplessly, lost. Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters splicing relentlessly between your core the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul detaching, jumping. Slithering one step closer, pull the rope you leap you rot one more inch closer, you can feel it separating your surroundings from comfort ability picking up between each breath shaking at your own wake. there you have it at the brim of the edge you've push yourself this close whats one last jump out of this skin?

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC

The Leap

Withered through these relinquished lips, softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass. Torn across flesh-like soil caressing gently into this impermeable being, you're only human. So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts slanting into the belly never feeling so bare the hunger deprives. The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain, feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge Clutching onto the white knuckle breast your hands pounding at your fingertips its electric running through your veins feeling it at the core so helplessly, lost. Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters splicing relentlessly between your core the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul detaching, jumping. Slithering one step closer, pull the rope you leap you rot one more inch closer, you can feel it separating your surroundings from comfort ability picking up between each breath shaking at your own wake. there you have it at the brim of the edge you've push yourself this close whats one last jump out of this skin?

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I've been recollecting myself like mirrors in passing portraits I am only what I see, The edges into the mast consumption, I am only, What I be. Elasticity on curled lips gently curdling upon a crooked smile deviant, irrelevant, exuded into the inevitable finesse of ones self righteousness, conceded. Bead down sweating across the lips of another, exuberant, enthralled friction of skin, her and I, the Devil, Let me in.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC

Presence

I've been recollecting myself like mirrors in passing portraits I am only what I see, The edges into the mast consumption, I am only, What I be. Elasticity on curled lips gently curdling upon a crooked smile deviant, irrelevant, exuded into the inevitable finesse of ones self righteousness, conceded. Bead down sweating across the lips of another, exuberant, enthralled friction of skin, her and I, the Devil, Let me in.

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The softer the skin, The sharper the teeth, Smiling back in a paradigm of grief.

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC

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The softer the skin, The sharper the teeth, Smiling back in a paradigm of grief.

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Billowed down onto natures bust a face full of dirt a mouth full of maggots corpsing coercion onto frantic plates slopping up the juicy details derailing off the tracks into a new train of nature, saving only what comes of value yet, you don't save yourselves. Lucrative hands slithering softly by ready to steal your life with just a touch how much are you worth? Unfortunately, nothing.

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC

Soft

Billowed down onto natures bust a face full of dirt a mouth full of maggots corpsing coercion onto frantic plates slopping up the juicy details derailing off the tracks into a new train of nature, saving only what comes of value yet, you don't save yourselves. Lucrative hands slithering softly by ready to steal your life with just a touch how much are you worth? Unfortunately, nothing.

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Gleaming upon ashed cigarettes the smoke of your calloused lips burning against the back of my throat like hot coals breathing you into my lungs had never felt so relaxing and painful at the same time Like magma across your tongue you swallow me whole exhaling the negative of what you left over I am distilled, like water quenching your prudent impurity. Flicked as if something of disposal that's when you lay your eyes upon my flesh Foaming at the mouth in my carnaged disarray deadened in your pupil I see my reflection. Sinking your needles grip into my veins I feel the ***** of your despair flowing in my blood platelets Multiplying seeds of hatred in my DNA This is who I am. Engulfed in you serene to your touch getting colder at the moment the warmth of your embrace coddles me like a mothers hold I am helpless. Warm honey is the color of your eyes yet, your taste is heroine nothing like I've ever sunk into you've shaken me to the core sweet and deadly and on the floor.

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC

Heroine Eyes

Gleaming upon ashed cigarettes the smoke of your calloused lips burning against the back of my throat like hot coals breathing you into my lungs had never felt so relaxing and painful at the same time Like magma across your tongue you swallow me whole exhaling the negative of what you left over I am distilled, like water quenching your prudent impurity. Flicked as if something of disposal that's when you lay your eyes upon my flesh Foaming at the mouth in my carnaged disarray deadened in your pupil I see my reflection. Sinking your needles grip into my veins I feel the ***** of your despair flowing in my blood platelets Multiplying seeds of hatred in my DNA This is who I am. Engulfed in you serene to your touch getting colder at the moment the warmth of your embrace coddles me like a mothers hold I am helpless. Warm honey is the color of your eyes yet, your taste is heroine nothing like I've ever sunk into you've shaken me to the core sweet and deadly and on the floor.

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Soft hands idling quietly by snatching remnants of credibility its cloak opaque to reflection you grasp its hand, like a double-edged sword you hold on tight wisping away into the night never to be seen again. The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant death on its tongue Decay in the teeth. Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors dubious, distorted, distraught you hold on. Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child you gawk, admire, and dream Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge. Gently pushing formidable bounds released to self-indulgence you're alone. As the world around you lights up only by screens and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration. A ghost among the blinded walking slowly by as everything is in full speed. Stuck in a repetitive loneliness damnation of socialization pity. pity. pity. Pulling onto the strings of darkness puppeting along madness mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment you sit on the outside of the world watching it comfortable in its cage.

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC

Enstranged

Soft hands idling quietly by snatching remnants of credibility its cloak opaque to reflection you grasp its hand, like a double-edged sword you hold on tight wisping away into the night never to be seen again. The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant death on its tongue Decay in the teeth. Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors dubious, distorted, distraught you hold on. Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child you gawk, admire, and dream Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge. Gently pushing formidable bounds released to self-indulgence you're alone. As the world around you lights up only by screens and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration. A ghost among the blinded walking slowly by as everything is in full speed. Stuck in a repetitive loneliness damnation of socialization pity. pity. pity. Pulling onto the strings of darkness puppeting along madness mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment you sit on the outside of the world watching it comfortable in its cage.

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Marks smudge your face, Your ***** filthy mouth, what do you proclaim? What do you see? When your eyes are blackened out from the dirt of your knees, Slither and snake through your hands decayed bones, We had a crown but now a thousand thrones. Reach out your webs and reel me in, Lend me your ear and fill me in, What it's like to greedy, deceitful, and sturdy, To have such a pretty face and still be so dirty.

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC

***** Faces

Marks smudge your face, Your ***** filthy mouth, what do you proclaim? What do you see? When your eyes are blackened out from the dirt of your knees, Slither and snake through your hands decayed bones, We had a crown but now a thousand thrones. Reach out your webs and reel me in, Lend me your ear and fill me in, What it's like to greedy, deceitful, and sturdy, To have such a pretty face and still be so dirty.

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And without you I'd be blue, Dead in the face staring onto You, With your eyes so pale deeper than my soul, You are the one, my embodied whole. Kissing my lips across the crevass of your wings, I'd tell you my secrets if only you could keep it, Flowing down into sequenced eyes, The arms that have held you i truly despise. Many of times I've died alone, But you make this interminable coffin feel like a home. Down inside the silk of your skin, You're my happiness, You're my sin. Cascading down in that intoxicating grin, The devil in You, Let. Me. In. You are my nature, Pure and Devine, Into your heart I, intwine. Flowing down into your fragile wings, Who knew the color of my life with would be a pale quiet queen.

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Jun 4, 2017

Jun 4, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC

Pale Butterflies

And without you I'd be blue, Dead in the face staring onto You, With your eyes so pale deeper than my soul, You are the one, my embodied whole. Kissing my lips across the crevass of your wings, I'd tell you my secrets if only you could keep it, Flowing down into sequenced eyes, The arms that have held you i truly despise. Many of times I've died alone, But you make this interminable coffin feel like a home. Down inside the silk of your skin, You're my happiness, You're my sin. Cascading down in that intoxicating grin, The devil in You, Let. Me. In. You are my nature, Pure and Devine, Into your heart I, intwine. Flowing down into your fragile wings, Who knew the color of my life with would be a pale quiet queen.

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And if she were my world, she'd be right in the center, between the soil, where our skin would suffice a splinter, I tried to call death but heaven already sent her. Her stinging euphoria exhilarates my touch, her body against mine has never felt so cold, I've never felt a lifeless hold, until I looked into her shimmered, crevassed eye's. Not until she embraced my souls walls, I listened to her indigenous call, now I'm trapped in her concrete noose, and I wouldn't wanna hold on any tighter to her recluse, her voices music is my only muse. I'm coiled up, tattered, and blue. Now tell me, where the **** are you? a corpse has never been my reluctant seal, but sometimes disgust brings the prettiest of deals. Edging down these thick gray slabs, the inebriating smell of your stench takes hold and grabs, down my jaw-line, her favorite feature, and around my neck paperless and thin, then tightened at the top, She was holding the lever the second before I dropped. Now I subdue into this henchman's knot, fading into her chaos I decay, death and I will go far away, where the luminous meadows enrich our souls, and my body forever in her rotting lifeless hold, we'll float away onto burning coals, 'cause life ain't nothin' but gold when you've got a noose around your neck, and nothin' to hold.

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Mar 29, 2017

Mar 29, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC

Concrete Nooses

And if she were my world, she'd be right in the center, between the soil, where our skin would suffice a splinter, I tried to call death but heaven already sent her. Her stinging euphoria exhilarates my touch, her body against mine has never felt so cold, I've never felt a lifeless hold, until I looked into her shimmered, crevassed eye's. Not until she embraced my souls walls, I listened to her indigenous call, now I'm trapped in her concrete noose, and I wouldn't wanna hold on any tighter to her recluse, her voices music is my only muse. I'm coiled up, tattered, and blue. Now tell me, where the **** are you? a corpse has never been my reluctant seal, but sometimes disgust brings the prettiest of deals. Edging down these thick gray slabs, the inebriating smell of your stench takes hold and grabs, down my jaw-line, her favorite feature, and around my neck paperless and thin, then tightened at the top, She was holding the lever the second before I dropped. Now I subdue into this henchman's knot, fading into her chaos I decay, death and I will go far away, where the luminous meadows enrich our souls, and my body forever in her rotting lifeless hold, we'll float away onto burning coals, 'cause life ain't nothin' but gold when you've got a noose around your neck, and nothin' to hold.

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