theholycrow - Hello Poetry

I take into consideration everything you've said. It becomes gospel, and your word is your truth. Behind the breath that pushes it out is the furnace of a victim. When it hits, translation transferred. Within it's stir I break. A meaning pure beyond intention, seeps through the cracks of my lips. I sigh through my broken teeth. I know exactly what this means. There's unitended consequences in everything, you know? If sometimes we just looked an inch further. If sometimes we just stuck around a bit longer. But you felt compelled, who was I to stop you? Can't say I didn't try. Now we see that your perfect plan didn't change your affliction, it contributed to mine. Your lure is ever enticing, slamming me into that wall. The wall you built and I obeyed. Weaker nights I cry out from the pain. And I curse my weakness, I curse the day you went away. I let others lie to me, and it's getting easier now. Do you ever wonder about me? Or are you sure of my can't? I can't say I'm polished perfect, but I'd do anything, and I'd certainly understand.

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC

theholycrow

Untitled

I take into consideration everything you've said. It becomes gospel, and your word is your truth. Behind the breath that pushes it out is the furnace of a victim. When it hits, translation transferred. Within it's stir I break. A meaning pure beyond intention, seeps through the cracks of my lips. I sigh through my broken teeth. I know exactly what this means. There's unitended consequences in everything, you know? If sometimes we just looked an inch further. If sometimes we just stuck around a bit longer. But you felt compelled, who was I to stop you? Can't say I didn't try. Now we see that your perfect plan didn't change your affliction, it contributed to mine. Your lure is ever enticing, slamming me into that wall. The wall you built and I obeyed. Weaker nights I cry out from the pain. And I curse my weakness, I curse the day you went away. I let others lie to me, and it's getting easier now. Do you ever wonder about me? Or are you sure of my can't? I can't say I'm polished perfect, but I'd do anything, and I'd certainly understand.

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Welcomed here by two with three eyes Interbeings, warm embrace, Vibrating a foreign frequency, Open wide, let it in. Up, down, Losing myself within you Between the sounds and shadows We need this steady hold outside the lines Opened, warm, and I’m sure we’re ascending now Twirling out and back again Take it in, we’re almost there Half as high as this Holy Crow It's gaining momentum Through your roots I opened my eyes and there we were.

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Mar 29, 2017

Mar 29, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC

theholycrow

Surfeited

Welcomed here by two with three eyes Interbeings, warm embrace, Vibrating a foreign frequency, Open wide, let it in. Up, down, Losing myself within you Between the sounds and shadows We need this steady hold outside the lines Opened, warm, and I’m sure we’re ascending now Twirling out and back again Take it in, we’re almost there Half as high as this Holy Crow It's gaining momentum Through your roots I opened my eyes and there we were.

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And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll let you knock me down to size. I'll stop this ugly petty show. I won't ask you to empathize. And if tomorrow comes for me, I won't be so self absorbed, I'll do more for you and them, I won't leave you so ignored. And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll tell my Dad it's not his fault. I'll take the blame for my side of things, I'll be more grateful for what he brought. And if tomorrow comes for me, I'll fight the urge to rediscover what that needle's all about, I'll leave that up to another. (and I won't have to write that note apologizing to my mother.) And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll take the time to treat you right. I'll back off when you are tired, I'll back you up in the fight. But today is no good, there's nothing left, I'm all alone. I burned each bridge back to life, I've blocked the route to hope and love. So, so long, goodbye tomorrow, I wont be there if you come. Tonight, I'm here, freeing you, as I become a setting sun. Just like that stupid song that was sang by Neil Young.

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Mar 28, 2017

Mar 28, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC

theholycrow

Baiting the Hollow

And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll let you knock me down to size. I'll stop this ugly petty show. I won't ask you to empathize. And if tomorrow comes for me, I won't be so self absorbed, I'll do more for you and them, I won't leave you so ignored. And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll tell my Dad it's not his fault. I'll take the blame for my side of things, I'll be more grateful for what he brought. And if tomorrow comes for me, I'll fight the urge to rediscover what that needle's all about, I'll leave that up to another. (and I won't have to write that note apologizing to my mother.) And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll take the time to treat you right. I'll back off when you are tired, I'll back you up in the fight. But today is no good, there's nothing left, I'm all alone. I burned each bridge back to life, I've blocked the route to hope and love. So, so long, goodbye tomorrow, I wont be there if you come. Tonight, I'm here, freeing you, as I become a setting sun. Just like that stupid song that was sang by Neil Young.

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Red, wrinckled and balmed Your shaky thigh, my sweaty palms.

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC

theholycrow

Gush

Red, wrinckled and balmed Your shaky thigh, my sweaty palms.

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Stark ipseity Trance tranquilty Oxidized reality Fear what's inside of he Hardened, weathered wear Reinforced steel layer An unrecieved prayer From this dweller of a lost lair Killing none with his righteous ammunition A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition Of which I received in a dim rumination He felled so foul, triggered the end A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch Gone are the days of the Baphomets An order of the forgotten rebel Who lost their way to that downed castle Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell This tale is old and long forgotten, Scribed on tomes molded and rotten The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting

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Mar 24, 2017

Mar 24, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC

theholycrow

Catholamew

Stark ipseity Trance tranquilty Oxidized reality Fear what's inside of he Hardened, weathered wear Reinforced steel layer An unrecieved prayer From this dweller of a lost lair Killing none with his righteous ammunition A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition Of which I received in a dim rumination He felled so foul, triggered the end A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch Gone are the days of the Baphomets An order of the forgotten rebel Who lost their way to that downed castle Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell This tale is old and long forgotten, Scribed on tomes molded and rotten The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting

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Tight Gutted Mind Shutted Every Time I Try Lumped in throat Grabbed my coat And left through the window.

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Mar 23, 2017

Mar 23, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

theholycrow

Stucked

Tight Gutted Mind Shutted Every Time I Try Lumped in throat Grabbed my coat And left through the window.

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You can try, try, try. Third time's a ******* joke, man. Don't even bother.

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC

theholycrow

The third time is just as hopeless as any.

You can try, try, try. Third time's a ******* joke, man. Don't even bother.

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When you've reached the end, Will you have done all you'd hoped? Even the small stuff?

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC

theholycrow

Don't forget the little things.

When you've reached the end, Will you have done all you'd hoped? Even the small stuff?

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Occultist fires, sharp toothed saw You rub your eyes til I go blind I failed the grade, unfamiliarly The black goat came to stay, In this place no one dared to witness I stood on both sides of that old barn door This is my one move to you, This is violence, my own owed servitude Blank check devotion Black eyes gleaming with rage Total darkness of a well Tearing down what light had built In fevered dreams of pure crimson silk Forget this admission It serves but one Never come back, you Run run run

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC

theholycrow

Diano sonar

Occultist fires, sharp toothed saw You rub your eyes til I go blind I failed the grade, unfamiliarly The black goat came to stay, In this place no one dared to witness I stood on both sides of that old barn door This is my one move to you, This is violence, my own owed servitude Blank check devotion Black eyes gleaming with rage Total darkness of a well Tearing down what light had built In fevered dreams of pure crimson silk Forget this admission It serves but one Never come back, you Run run run

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I sat here to rest, but Without my permission Some thoughts came with feelings. Those feelings took over And now I take off, What a shame. I lost what I had, but What wasn't worth keeping All that I knew, but What wasn't worth teaching Then I had come To the grandest conclusion. Just what you'd expect From someone who’s losing. What a shame.

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC

theholycrow

Again, for the thirteenth time

I sat here to rest, but Without my permission Some thoughts came with feelings. Those feelings took over And now I take off, What a shame. I lost what I had, but What wasn't worth keeping All that I knew, but What wasn't worth teaching Then I had come To the grandest conclusion. Just what you'd expect From someone who’s losing. What a shame.

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