todd-r-standard - Hello Poetry

evil homestead with wicked doors creak a sound developed to make strong weak incites adrenaline, a sprint, a leap fluid unto your place of sleep nothing to be afraid of, of course. except for the biting coldness, the source unknown... bed as your safehaven you lay and turn and with silken walls you let down your guard eyes drift shut but thoughts sporadic you dream a dream, a dream of habit in this dream you have no voice and where you stay is not your choice. pushed and moved throughout your lifetime a little creak; your angry punchline.

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Mar 1, 2014

Mar 1, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC

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inanimate spite

evil homestead with wicked doors creak a sound developed to make strong weak incites adrenaline, a sprint, a leap fluid unto your place of sleep nothing to be afraid of, of course. except for the biting coldness, the source unknown... bed as your safehaven you lay and turn and with silken walls you let down your guard eyes drift shut but thoughts sporadic you dream a dream, a dream of habit in this dream you have no voice and where you stay is not your choice. pushed and moved throughout your lifetime a little creak; your angry punchline.

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Froze-over, yet elated He realizes that the mind rests on the shoulders That whatever he wants to do in life Any plans that he has Are under his control. He wonders, “Then why do people cry? Why do people die before they have to?” He raises this thought up, above his shoulders, above his mind, and ponders. Its all due to location where you are and where you’re from how loud your voice is, and dependant on your choices. He starts to comprehend the broader picture And to get a grip on where he is, Why he is, and how he got to be there. He considers it unfair But ultimately that’s what life is.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC

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A realization

Froze-over, yet elated He realizes that the mind rests on the shoulders That whatever he wants to do in life Any plans that he has Are under his control. He wonders, “Then why do people cry? Why do people die before they have to?” He raises this thought up, above his shoulders, above his mind, and ponders. Its all due to location where you are and where you’re from how loud your voice is, and dependant on your choices. He starts to comprehend the broader picture And to get a grip on where he is, Why he is, and how he got to be there. He considers it unfair But ultimately that’s what life is.

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The heart has four chambers running in conjunction with one another pulsing -- The blood’s pressure alternates consistently and swiftly and is just enough to allow for our survival. it does very little else but allow for our survival. This is interesting to note as the heart has been known to break. If a heart is broken is death the result or can it be repaired? ...a question which few will ask but many feel Perhaps the surgeons can fix your broken heart. Go ask them. Perhaps a defibrillator can revitalize what has shattered within your chest. anything is worth a try...

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC

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On the subject of the cardiovascular system:

The heart has four chambers running in conjunction with one another pulsing -- The blood’s pressure alternates consistently and swiftly and is just enough to allow for our survival. it does very little else but allow for our survival. This is interesting to note as the heart has been known to break. If a heart is broken is death the result or can it be repaired? ...a question which few will ask but many feel Perhaps the surgeons can fix your broken heart. Go ask them. Perhaps a defibrillator can revitalize what has shattered within your chest. anything is worth a try...

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Shredded cloth taut over bleeding flesh soaking red ocean, an affinity for demise gasping and reaching for an invisible hero. At least there was an attempt.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC

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As i die, i attempt to live

Shredded cloth taut over bleeding flesh soaking red ocean, an affinity for demise gasping and reaching for an invisible hero. At least there was an attempt.

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When a Hand clasps a Hand tightly, grasps a Hand tightly, The hands begin to melt Into one another, noticed by each other. Melting not by intention, but still enjoyed clammy, cool, soft and weathered Gripping tenderly and Hugging fingers Intertwined divinely -- pulling at the surface of skin, and the heart.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC

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Untitled

When a Hand clasps a Hand tightly, grasps a Hand tightly, The hands begin to melt Into one another, noticed by each other. Melting not by intention, but still enjoyed clammy, cool, soft and weathered Gripping tenderly and Hugging fingers Intertwined divinely -- pulling at the surface of skin, and the heart.

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