xc - Hello Poetry

My eyelids paint a different shade of paradise each morning. Forced to make a mural of the world I was born in. Your barren brown and battered blue, Are only beautiful to those you matter to. The clouds, in their grey suits, had promised you greener pastures. We could've taken better care of you, if only you'd asked us. You're inanimate by definition, To me you're the only thing truly living. We're sorry for trashing the house as if it was our own. We'll clean it up before dad comes home. All this destruction is something I can do without. Sorry mom, I'm moving out.

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC

Mother Nature.

My eyelids paint a different shade of paradise each morning. Forced to make a mural of the world I was born in. Your barren brown and battered blue, Are only beautiful to those you matter to. The clouds, in their grey suits, had promised you greener pastures. We could've taken better care of you, if only you'd asked us. You're inanimate by definition, To me you're the only thing truly living. We're sorry for trashing the house as if it was our own. We'll clean it up before dad comes home. All this destruction is something I can do without. Sorry mom, I'm moving out.

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Morning settles on the dew. Mirages of you, settle in my view. While the sky settles with its hue. I settle thoughts of settling with you. I wouldn't mind settling for this. Except, humming birds never settle in their nests. East is what you know best But It's always warmer in the west. When the sky changes its hue it changes with you. Looks can be deceiving but changes are true. When the night comes, You come apart. When the snow becomes dark, So does your heart. The birds in the east never really gave you an option. 'No' only meant proceed With caution. I find myself All too often Losing you To your many contortions You'd bend over in every way for me, anytime. Except backwards. Forever mine. What a short forever that was. Learning to accept that humming birds never settle in their nests. Learning that when the dew falls, it's only for the best. Learning to live without the air that is you baby. You were so hot last night, it turned you into dew baby

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC

Dew, Baby.

Morning settles on the dew. Mirages of you, settle in my view. While the sky settles with its hue. I settle thoughts of settling with you. I wouldn't mind settling for this. Except, humming birds never settle in their nests. East is what you know best But It's always warmer in the west. When the sky changes its hue it changes with you. Looks can be deceiving but changes are true. When the night comes, You come apart. When the snow becomes dark, So does your heart. The birds in the east never really gave you an option. 'No' only meant proceed With caution. I find myself All too often Losing you To your many contortions You'd bend over in every way for me, anytime. Except backwards. Forever mine. What a short forever that was. Learning to accept that humming birds never settle in their nests. Learning that when the dew falls, it's only for the best. Learning to live without the air that is you baby. You were so hot last night, it turned you into dew baby

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Drawn to your canvas shoes and charcoal skin. The temperate colors you were painted in. 2:45 and I'm mooning over your pure hue wondering, Why you haven't squeezed out of that tubular life I found you in. Watercolor tears emulsified by inert years, Wash away the impressionism you pressed over your fears. 3:45 and I'm looking for a place in the sun to dry my freshly painted sin. I guess it's safe to say, these tubular lives, we're bound by them.

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Oct 28, 2015

Oct 28, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC

Tube Paints

Drawn to your canvas shoes and charcoal skin. The temperate colors you were painted in. 2:45 and I'm mooning over your pure hue wondering, Why you haven't squeezed out of that tubular life I found you in. Watercolor tears emulsified by inert years, Wash away the impressionism you pressed over your fears. 3:45 and I'm looking for a place in the sun to dry my freshly painted sin. I guess it's safe to say, these tubular lives, we're bound by them.

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Die every night. Live every day. Cease and become. If you are truly living. If you are living truly. I wish death upon you.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC

Reinvent.

Die every night. Live every day. Cease and become. If you are truly living. If you are living truly. I wish death upon you.

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Reality hanging by a thread. Coke cans and cannons by my bed. Show girls shooting up to the head. Solace for the strong, seizures for the dead. Pac in the boombox If the packs don't boom I hope the boom pops. If the boom don't pop she got a new pops. Red lips serving blows up on the new blocks. Humble pie in my abode in a bid to abide. But the coke on the stove says the law is a lie. Caught slipping, no snitching so my name shall survive. Out in 10, when I return Throw some paper to the sky, let the wind and caution colide. I'll need a long island on the rocks. Escape the piles we turn to rocks. We held their lives within our glocks. The doors were locked so we turned to the knocks. Boys in the hood with the little coke babies. Girls in the hood holding little hope babies. Daddy never came but we live in hope baby. All I had were bricks, had to build a home baby.

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC

Coke, Baby.

Reality hanging by a thread. Coke cans and cannons by my bed. Show girls shooting up to the head. Solace for the strong, seizures for the dead. Pac in the boombox If the packs don't boom I hope the boom pops. If the boom don't pop she got a new pops. Red lips serving blows up on the new blocks. Humble pie in my abode in a bid to abide. But the coke on the stove says the law is a lie. Caught slipping, no snitching so my name shall survive. Out in 10, when I return Throw some paper to the sky, let the wind and caution colide. I'll need a long island on the rocks. Escape the piles we turn to rocks. We held their lives within our glocks. The doors were locked so we turned to the knocks. Boys in the hood with the little coke babies. Girls in the hood holding little hope babies. Daddy never came but we live in hope baby. All I had were bricks, had to build a home baby.

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What's current is a stream Of tears. As the water falls so do the years. The trickling time plays tricks. That it never played when we were kids. Money was useless on the river banks. The **** water was rich in memories. When we were water babies. When the skies filled with tears we would wash away our fears. Running in the rain we were only running from our pain. We forgot about the ifs and maybes. We were water babies. All the waves and the smiles. They were ****** into viols. We had to spare them for the weekends "you're now a school child" We once. Were water babies So the tide raged on and so did our teenage hormones. For 'the thirst' can i get some... Water, Baby.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC

Water, Baby.

What's current is a stream Of tears. As the water falls so do the years. The trickling time plays tricks. That it never played when we were kids. Money was useless on the river banks. The **** water was rich in memories. When we were water babies. When the skies filled with tears we would wash away our fears. Running in the rain we were only running from our pain. We forgot about the ifs and maybes. We were water babies. All the waves and the smiles. They were ****** into viols. We had to spare them for the weekends "you're now a school child" We once. Were water babies So the tide raged on and so did our teenage hormones. For 'the thirst' can i get some... Water, Baby.

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May the last breath I draw Be a masterpiece. A restless sea of thought Is trailing after me Paint vivid waves of shore Before the tidal cease Inclined to the moons allure I write for peace The sea of life is rife The rifle is loaded I have fought my fight Thankful to have known it

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC

Shore

May the last breath I draw Be a masterpiece. A restless sea of thought Is trailing after me Paint vivid waves of shore Before the tidal cease Inclined to the moons allure I write for peace The sea of life is rife The rifle is loaded I have fought my fight Thankful to have known it

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Yesterday was the rain. Today is the sun. The son will reign. Boreas winds undone.

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC

Seasons

Yesterday was the rain. Today is the sun. The son will reign. Boreas winds undone.

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Love can be given Love cannot give Truth can be hidden But love is a fib

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC

Conceal

Love can be given Love cannot give Truth can be hidden But love is a fib

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A golden age is grey today. The ash returned to dust. Forgotten are those who reside in the residue. Forgotten are those like us. To live and die on the tip of the tongue. We poets live forever but our words are hung. You: Evoke Emote Enough To float Just talk Don't feel Don't think Just quote You take the words but not the time. You take the songs but not the chimes. Go ahead and leave us sore. Let them take it all. They need it more. They need us like we need the azure. Soar...Soar

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC

We

A golden age is grey today. The ash returned to dust. Forgotten are those who reside in the residue. Forgotten are those like us. To live and die on the tip of the tongue. We poets live forever but our words are hung. You: Evoke Emote Enough To float Just talk Don't feel Don't think Just quote You take the words but not the time. You take the songs but not the chimes. Go ahead and leave us sore. Let them take it all. They need it more. They need us like we need the azure. Soar...Soar

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