z-m-scholl - Hello Poetry

when god lets the gates of the earth close about me finally how much time would i have spent here to know my worth or would i be old enough to know what defines it or what doesn’t will I be touch starved, would i have filled that empty space inside my heart with the fiction of an angel’s stomach or with fruit, would it be overripe? and would heaven be preserved doves’ wings hung made to like like it’s flying?? or just a very dark room like my bedroom at night with the shades down with violet air? would I hear the world going on outside would i hear trucks drive by and would I hear my house being torn down long after I died? would heaven be petrified like pictures in a book about gardens and how they should be when I know that what the earth has to offer me is more beautiful? am I a worm? Will I be a moth in some two-sun solar system far away from here? Was i alive before I was born? when the earth comes about me like the undertow, the ground drops away steep and cold would I have been a good woman or a bad man?

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Jun 24, 2018

Jun 24, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC

sonnet about god

when god lets the gates of the earth close about me finally how much time would i have spent here to know my worth or would i be old enough to know what defines it or what doesn’t will I be touch starved, would i have filled that empty space inside my heart with the fiction of an angel’s stomach or with fruit, would it be overripe? and would heaven be preserved doves’ wings hung made to like like it’s flying?? or just a very dark room like my bedroom at night with the shades down with violet air? would I hear the world going on outside would i hear trucks drive by and would I hear my house being torn down long after I died? would heaven be petrified like pictures in a book about gardens and how they should be when I know that what the earth has to offer me is more beautiful? am I a worm? Will I be a moth in some two-sun solar system far away from here? Was i alive before I was born? when the earth comes about me like the undertow, the ground drops away steep and cold would I have been a good woman or a bad man?

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I too am touch-starved, my beloved I saw your face on an angel’s stomach in my dreams and when god let the gates of the earth close about me , I saw you wrapped in winter seaweed eyes and eels frozen doves’ wings petrified mercilessly in the water forsaken shards eye-shadowed like a two-sun solar system marked like some amazonian trail tree, blazed with rice paper wet paint, fresh and false and free, my beloved c-shaped tunnel round about your eye in crimson, like some caterpillared jesus bust I retched your likeness into my lap, , minty razor blades flying across my arms glistening with human-scent to mimmick god’s work with lucifer’s lust

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC

my beloved

I too am touch-starved, my beloved I saw your face on an angel’s stomach in my dreams and when god let the gates of the earth close about me , I saw you wrapped in winter seaweed eyes and eels frozen doves’ wings petrified mercilessly in the water forsaken shards eye-shadowed like a two-sun solar system marked like some amazonian trail tree, blazed with rice paper wet paint, fresh and false and free, my beloved c-shaped tunnel round about your eye in crimson, like some caterpillared jesus bust I retched your likeness into my lap, , minty razor blades flying across my arms glistening with human-scent to mimmick god’s work with lucifer’s lust

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I am within myself as each plant is within its fossil In the calcified ****** that has both been life and when dead Still given all it could, wearing the earth around it in one big proud mouthful, Someday I know I will similarly swallow dirt And have it round about me like the deep end of the swimming pool. except I won’t see anything. Like I see now, watching the summer taking place from far away In my similarly chilled tomb making out only flashy bits of light and dark. Flashy bits in all the horrendous people I meet, too. Why do people of faith stay alive as long as possible? I ask myself. I see myself as each plant sees its fossil my night time yard stares at me like the bottom of a pool does Vacant and yet enough eyes to make me shudder, so I turn away. The world is continually assaulting me And from what I can make of it, I can at least Have the ability to dream.

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC

taking a nap in the bottom of the pool

I am within myself as each plant is within its fossil In the calcified ****** that has both been life and when dead Still given all it could, wearing the earth around it in one big proud mouthful, Someday I know I will similarly swallow dirt And have it round about me like the deep end of the swimming pool. except I won’t see anything. Like I see now, watching the summer taking place from far away In my similarly chilled tomb making out only flashy bits of light and dark. Flashy bits in all the horrendous people I meet, too. Why do people of faith stay alive as long as possible? I ask myself. I see myself as each plant sees its fossil my night time yard stares at me like the bottom of a pool does Vacant and yet enough eyes to make me shudder, so I turn away. The world is continually assaulting me And from what I can make of it, I can at least Have the ability to dream.

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As the rose garden is a thief to the day, I am a thief to it at night I feel the earth, the soil still buzzing with the sun’s warmth I feel the earth like a chest, the soil is the same temperature as the inside of my mouth, and I understand I could be buried here and remain very much alive I determine bees and insects are asleep (do they sleep?) if insects sleep, is heaven paralyzed like this garden? like maybe photos in a picture book. and the bugs live for only a few days, science tells me, and yet they beat their wings and know exactly what to do if I had them would I know how just as they do?

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC

If I were a bee

As the rose garden is a thief to the day, I am a thief to it at night I feel the earth, the soil still buzzing with the sun’s warmth I feel the earth like a chest, the soil is the same temperature as the inside of my mouth, and I understand I could be buried here and remain very much alive I determine bees and insects are asleep (do they sleep?) if insects sleep, is heaven paralyzed like this garden? like maybe photos in a picture book. and the bugs live for only a few days, science tells me, and yet they beat their wings and know exactly what to do if I had them would I know how just as they do?

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I swear I can hear the clear sound of record static Like snow falling loudly and quietly upon the mic puff I can also hear the lights and electricity ringing Like a group of lost hikers found dead in the snow in socks The neighbors upstairs make knocking sounds at 3am from another dimension

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC

sockless hikers

I swear I can hear the clear sound of record static Like snow falling loudly and quietly upon the mic puff I can also hear the lights and electricity ringing Like a group of lost hikers found dead in the snow in socks The neighbors upstairs make knocking sounds at 3am from another dimension

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sleep is a beautiful chore awake is an attic fan lullaby awake is cars passing by awake is clothes hanging out to dry when I go to sleep I tell myself I’m digging in the cold sand of that unfamiliar shore

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Jan 26, 2017

Jan 26, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC

sleep

sleep is a beautiful chore awake is an attic fan lullaby awake is cars passing by awake is clothes hanging out to dry when I go to sleep I tell myself I’m digging in the cold sand of that unfamiliar shore

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Jan 10, 2017

Jan 10, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC

never compare people to golden retrievers

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1(Ilove dreaming.)2Why do you love dreaming?1because...1it helps me.hah,decipher what to make of what god has given to me,.212Do you think god shortchanged you?1(laughter,sigh)1A little.2Are you dreaming?1I'd like to think not.

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Jan 10, 2017

Jan 10, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC

dreaming

1(Ilove dreaming.)2Why do you love dreaming?1because...1it helps me.hah,decipher what to make of what god has given to me,.212Do you think god shortchanged you?1(laughter,sigh)1A little.2Are you dreaming?1I'd like to think not.

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It is hard to get friction on the oil It is hard to slit the leathery rind The inside sees daylight for the first time Like a mysterious jewel And when the skin is gone you come apart so easily

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Jan 9, 2017

Jan 9, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC

mandarin orange

It is hard to get friction on the oil It is hard to slit the leathery rind The inside sees daylight for the first time Like a mysterious jewel And when the skin is gone you come apart so easily

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it could be the end of the world. a cataclysm or catastrophe churns and the city could be a smokestack. with all the silence of a vacation cottage when it’s not vacation. even the people on the radio are gone. you enter the apartment and find one (1) four-legged entity. breathing slowly and wounded in the shower stall. she came in here looking for food but she didn’t eat any because she’s gonna die. she came in here to find a place to die. she chose your apartment. in the shadows, you wonder how (dogs? coyotes?) would get this far into the city streets at a time like this? a time like when? who did this to her? the clock is ticking, or was it the cross nailed to the wall staring you down? her ragged breathing disappears as if you calmed her down or let go of two smooth quartz stones and let them sink in cold water. you wake up.

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Jan 8, 2017

Jan 8, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC

dream 1

it could be the end of the world. a cataclysm or catastrophe churns and the city could be a smokestack. with all the silence of a vacation cottage when it’s not vacation. even the people on the radio are gone. you enter the apartment and find one (1) four-legged entity. breathing slowly and wounded in the shower stall. she came in here looking for food but she didn’t eat any because she’s gonna die. she came in here to find a place to die. she chose your apartment. in the shadows, you wonder how (dogs? coyotes?) would get this far into the city streets at a time like this? a time like when? who did this to her? the clock is ticking, or was it the cross nailed to the wall staring you down? her ragged breathing disappears as if you calmed her down or let go of two smooth quartz stones and let them sink in cold water. you wake up.

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