thato-tumelo-burhali - Hello Poetry

He is smooth as he spreads himself across the room with His smile and those eyes that are full of surprise if He touches you you're stuck but you can't get enough you are happy anyway and would like to have Him stay it's not that He is beautiful it all lies in His charm before you know your bearings He's hooked you to His arm it's more of an affliction than any healthy condition and to extricate yourself from Him is sure to be a mission so smooth, so soft, so sticky, so tricky It would be good to run. And best to do it quickly.

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Jul 23, 2014

Jul 23, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC

Peanut Butter Boy

He is smooth as he spreads himself across the room with His smile and those eyes that are full of surprise if He touches you you're stuck but you can't get enough you are happy anyway and would like to have Him stay it's not that He is beautiful it all lies in His charm before you know your bearings He's hooked you to His arm it's more of an affliction than any healthy condition and to extricate yourself from Him is sure to be a mission so smooth, so soft, so sticky, so tricky It would be good to run. And best to do it quickly.

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I didn’t know I had it in me That it was something I could do But then you happened upon me And now I can never be through Like a tap slowly turning, so grows this yearning To express all that I have held repressed YES! Finally I hear Me I See Me Hello

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC

I Didn’t Know

I didn’t know I had it in me That it was something I could do But then you happened upon me And now I can never be through Like a tap slowly turning, so grows this yearning To express all that I have held repressed YES! Finally I hear Me I See Me Hello

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She asked as she sat staring at her screen Keenly aware that something inside was… Aching and possibly Breaking She wants more. But more of what? Less of this? What would that look like? Would it be pink and fluffy and smell of candyfloss Or would it be dark and dank and smell of mould She must know. Now. She’s growing old. In the way that kids do. Way. Too. Fast. But she cannot Will not Refuses to Accept that this Is it

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

Is this really it?

She asked as she sat staring at her screen Keenly aware that something inside was… Aching and possibly Breaking She wants more. But more of what? Less of this? What would that look like? Would it be pink and fluffy and smell of candyfloss Or would it be dark and dank and smell of mould She must know. Now. She’s growing old. In the way that kids do. Way. Too. Fast. But she cannot Will not Refuses to Accept that this Is it

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Out of my mind Anxious As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone Every fibre of my being wants not to be Here Now But I am. This is why I write This is where I write I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme Bored.

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC

Bored

Out of my mind Anxious As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone Every fibre of my being wants not to be Here Now But I am. This is why I write This is where I write I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme Bored.

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