tc - Hello Poetry

Playing a harp with no strings I swear I hear beautiful music it seems derivative unconscious tussle-trap you sit reclined at 75 degrees in a chair made from the most bleached bones they were promised earnestly you seem to love me you do. I always tell too much, I am very good at poker, but I cannot lie about things when they tend to matter, the cards are pretty with rounded corners and red shapes (not like the actual Heart I keep muffled under my shirt, overwrought metaphor that it is) I've learned to hold them flat against my chest breathe slowly not like the ocean I have swallowed my eagerness tasted chalky salve hoped it was medicine weathered electricstorms conjoined love and self (which was the point, once, and i think will be the takeaway when this is all over) lost poetry lost you become stoic but warm a man instead of wounded still I fear I always smile a beat too short lately, you always know, It's not fair, and we could talk later I could see you around but neutered love still is Love. Unforgivably so.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC

An old promise, a yearning void, I think I am still missing the point quite markedly.

Playing a harp with no strings I swear I hear beautiful music it seems derivative unconscious tussle-trap you sit reclined at 75 degrees in a chair made from the most bleached bones they were promised earnestly you seem to love me you do. I always tell too much, I am very good at poker, but I cannot lie about things when they tend to matter, the cards are pretty with rounded corners and red shapes (not like the actual Heart I keep muffled under my shirt, overwrought metaphor that it is) I've learned to hold them flat against my chest breathe slowly not like the ocean I have swallowed my eagerness tasted chalky salve hoped it was medicine weathered electricstorms conjoined love and self (which was the point, once, and i think will be the takeaway when this is all over) lost poetry lost you become stoic but warm a man instead of wounded still I fear I always smile a beat too short lately, you always know, It's not fair, and we could talk later I could see you around but neutered love still is Love. Unforgivably so.

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i don't know gleaming like an apology what i want your scraped pomegranate summerteeth these winter days, i used to a pointillist sunset, wish i could inhale don't tell me that muscle the wide wide world is made whole by breaking, just to breath it out back bent toward abstention into your mouth, once, none so present as yours i never really knew (and cracked holy monuments, strength vines their unlaced exoskeletons) just that i wanted to be strong atlas was no gardener for a nebulous reason i cannot to hold up is not to tend. remember where could it be written i'm leaving for why would anyone say, why would a very long time, a poet teach the heart survives by breaking? but you have to go that in black ink my love may still shine bright away to come back

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Feb 1, 2015

Feb 1, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC

Caretakers

i don't know gleaming like an apology what i want your scraped pomegranate summerteeth these winter days, i used to a pointillist sunset, wish i could inhale don't tell me that muscle the wide wide world is made whole by breaking, just to breath it out back bent toward abstention into your mouth, once, none so present as yours i never really knew (and cracked holy monuments, strength vines their unlaced exoskeletons) just that i wanted to be strong atlas was no gardener for a nebulous reason i cannot to hold up is not to tend. remember where could it be written i'm leaving for why would anyone say, why would a very long time, a poet teach the heart survives by breaking? but you have to go that in black ink my love may still shine bright away to come back

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an anchor child born eager underneath the universe watches tides blow tomorrow’s winds through vacant months sunlit mountains stop to explain heartbreak breaking rolling young with burnt brow you look so handsome telling stories mouths decide boundaries twist gutter spill skyline twitch shout swim fester depths swooping down on oars of gravity asking pitched boats to knuckle homeward slipping endless into thunder.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC

nature human

an anchor child born eager underneath the universe watches tides blow tomorrow’s winds through vacant months sunlit mountains stop to explain heartbreak breaking rolling young with burnt brow you look so handsome telling stories mouths decide boundaries twist gutter spill skyline twitch shout swim fester depths swooping down on oars of gravity asking pitched boats to knuckle homeward slipping endless into thunder.

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battered with red kisses a boy called ocean with mid-summer ribs rust unfolding itself across his chest and salt and raw and frozen fractals, sweet bodies endless sands waves cracked holy monuments glossy jostlers sorry means stars swallow the right notes, every daylight plucked with loose fingers, a boy called ocean with freshwater shoulders remembers drinking opposite a ghost, bones rippling, veins winter, yellow goodbyes washed in exposed bonfires he appears raptured bound in dirt and barren nails he asks to ride tomorrows tides, a golden crash on horizon his only answer the pink of morning brimming starless, over his burning home.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

A Boy Called Ocean

battered with red kisses a boy called ocean with mid-summer ribs rust unfolding itself across his chest and salt and raw and frozen fractals, sweet bodies endless sands waves cracked holy monuments glossy jostlers sorry means stars swallow the right notes, every daylight plucked with loose fingers, a boy called ocean with freshwater shoulders remembers drinking opposite a ghost, bones rippling, veins winter, yellow goodbyes washed in exposed bonfires he appears raptured bound in dirt and barren nails he asks to ride tomorrows tides, a golden crash on horizon his only answer the pink of morning brimming starless, over his burning home.

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phrases taken in order from my word collage perfect loved yes pulse cigarette she's -- inside light // girl hate sun carved ******* whiskey moment // hope dead head hurt smoke cold numb // broken hey hearts standing legs knew infinity // chest tongues fading stained rock dull beating // strangers spine sunset curled // frozen summer raw // sweet bodies endless sand // pictures whispers grey hanging // holy monuments eternal knife ripple // stunned damage tragic // copper adamantine cacophony // distilling jostle // untitled cds // create sharp swords fell // grabbed buried shape friend // says thistles road tomorrows tides // beginning

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Jan 7, 2015

Jan 7, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

ghost

phrases taken in order from my word collage perfect loved yes pulse cigarette she's -- inside light // girl hate sun carved ******* whiskey moment // hope dead head hurt smoke cold numb // broken hey hearts standing legs knew infinity // chest tongues fading stained rock dull beating // strangers spine sunset curled // frozen summer raw // sweet bodies endless sand // pictures whispers grey hanging // holy monuments eternal knife ripple // stunned damage tragic // copper adamantine cacophony // distilling jostle // untitled cds // create sharp swords fell // grabbed buried shape friend // says thistles road tomorrows tides // beginning

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pinpoint in the galaxy i feel stuck together tongues glommed nestling lightening rods craters with the hearts of comets a flash of self heads bobbing is that all we are egos bigger than the question but we make it that way we do we tussle with unctuous joy knowing knowing knowing

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC

Untitled

pinpoint in the galaxy i feel stuck together tongues glommed nestling lightening rods craters with the hearts of comets a flash of self heads bobbing is that all we are egos bigger than the question but we make it that way we do we tussle with unctuous joy knowing knowing knowing

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if big brother is watching, he should write a think-piece about human sexuality for buzzfeed. // big brother has seen a rip-roaring raucous circus of butts and the unruly objects we place inside.

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC

observations in two parts

if big brother is watching, he should write a think-piece about human sexuality for buzzfeed. // big brother has seen a rip-roaring raucous circus of butts and the unruly objects we place inside.

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i’m not on drugs baby i just love you frosty the snowman had two eyes made of coal if that is not poetic than I do not know what is.

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC

told ya so

i’m not on drugs baby i just love you frosty the snowman had two eyes made of coal if that is not poetic than I do not know what is.

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we all have messy hair and thirsty hearts here at the red-light arcade, can’t we be alone together like in the books?

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC

Vacant, see, see

we all have messy hair and thirsty hearts here at the red-light arcade, can’t we be alone together like in the books?

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[] ballerina on the subway sublimate that cigarette sunset if you don’t know, now you know pop art for the modern world (she’s not that kind of girl) normality is a paved road, where is all the time we were promised it asks give up the **** that weighs you down it writes on a yellow post-it .

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC

amalgamated as ****

[] ballerina on the subway sublimate that cigarette sunset if you don’t know, now you know pop art for the modern world (she’s not that kind of girl) normality is a paved road, where is all the time we were promised it asks give up the **** that weighs you down it writes on a yellow post-it .

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