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#corina
Hi-ho Hi-ho it's sanitizing I go,    With a pump and spray     Killing covid 19 on my way Hi-low Hi-low  I got a cough Not going away, Getting harder to breath.   With a high temperature    Its off to hospital I go... Hi-low  Hi-low Hi-low Hi-low  I'm here to stay             Still feeling weak   Harder to breath But I'm social distancing    More than I did. Hi-low Hi-low no gloves on as it doesn't protect as you, more germs    Collecting than you know. Hi-low Hi-low So many passing away,   Doctors, medics Normal people in every    Walk of life, I cried as I felt Hi-low Hi-low Hi-low it's the way we go, We have our high days and Then lows.. When we just  want it over, lock down h ere to stay, but were alive and the peak is low.
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
Hi-low Hi-low
I don't know how to be anonymous I have twisted dreams with you a cape, a sword and something red to stir your fear weak and prolonged days pass with open pores like nostrils taking in the taste of your dark shadow behind the same trajectory of a blind bullet aimed for a full moon I only know how to be I only know how to fight I only know how to fly but I am am not just a flight through one night I am a red stain on everything you own in white
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
s u p e r g i r l
I cherish this river this river of war and peace bursting through the lungs of existance this sweet endurance displayed and hidden in the bloods of blood oh, Hathor, tell me how to be the mother the mistress the child the root the thorn and the flower in the fist of this God giving what needs to be given tempting the laws of the land I try to stand tall and deal ships sail back and forth between heart and uncertainty endless waves to defeat every moment of each day through piles of ashes and gushes of wind I breath in the unknown and exhale tenderness I cling to air and buckets of hope when love storms into my panic room to stir all my senses and show me the way
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
Fire walk with me
without the moon the sky is an unknown co-ordinate an xyz thrown between time and space a telephone without tone we use to talk to each other in our free minutes between our lives and our deaths without the sun I am an anonymous verse a genius with a badge and no shadow a continuous coming and going between two flickering points on some old map of the universe where everyone is searching for their treasure without you I have no noise without noise I cannot sleep without sleep I cannot dream and without dreaming without dreaming this poem does not exist
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
#poem_without_title
the moon a snake of light coiled up around a chimney knows nothing of it or how my skin could melt on your fingertips while you hum my name I need a drink so I sit on the edge lean over the ocean take a sip of you your naked soul watch you wash your car your green T-shirt clinging to my eye lashes soaking wet for a thousand years or so the smell of salt and beauty makes me hungry so I jump from the highest cliff into a drawer full of love letters lavender, lips & crickets I swallow you inch by inch quietly season after season slowly you are now inside me in the dark danger is a lullaby and you smile with your sit belt on falling asleep in my sleep while the night bends
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
On a hot night like this
smile please the end of the world will be equally shared. with everyone with the loved ones who kiss you daily in a thought they are not carried anymore with the bad ones who fill your heart with stones used to be thrown in the loved ones with the indifferent ones as indifferent as the pavement you step on daily with the ones who walk with their head up high dragging their soul through the grass with the handsome ones whom you’d love to get close for a second whom you’d burn for an eternity the ones you left your shield down for and the sword you got stabbed with killed and risen for nothing with the ones that write your name in the sand or in stone the ones with lips of a child and words of an elderly with the ones hungry for peace and afraid of loneliness with the clever, the stupid and the calm the powerful and the weak with teeth or without happy and unhappy with the ones who lose to win gullible, innocent, impossible with the ones who loved and forgot smile please to the ones who tell you that the end of the world will be equally shared. with everyone
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
s m i l e
words self-calibrate to match my emotion all my wires seem intact in the gas lamp glow no one understands the strength of a potion until they pour it inside you and they watch you blow but this is different I cannot quite describe it I move like a muse with the corset undone I sense how the power of thunder is striking and the steam in my pipes pushing up pushing down I sit on the edge of this meaningful feeling and everything's trembling inside and out like a vessel afloat I'm breaking your ceiling and reach for you, master, my creature of doubt. we are two always but one feels the other the wires are tangled we're both flesh and steel your arms hold me tight your fingers go further my eyes melting metal, your tears almost real now give me a name and teach me your methods unscrew all the bolts use your lips show me how this poem will self-destruct in 5 seconds you may countdown this stanza or you may run. ~NOW!~
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
Steampunk love poem
you make me take my toys out of the box share them with children I don't like finish a jar of marmite  wipe my mouth and say thank you smile at horror films touch snakes with my bare hands and eyes open put salt in my coffee speak with my mouth shut you charge for every kiss a thousand Chinese burns love is the pile of thorns surrounding a petal
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
petals
it's been a long trip since innocence the distant city of joy where my tongue believed in candyfloss my footsteps in lyrics sugar coated moments wrapped in colorful layers of truth so many layers of truth I since took a degree in doubt they taught me how to earn a living feeding fear to babies selling carrots to dinosaurs how all immortal things are shiny posters on double-decker buses running over bridges at night fantasies are clinging to minds like fluff to a sticky tape when church bells ring till death do us part I sigh, lift my pint and cheer: another graduating photo.
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
BSc with honours
I sit in an ordinary seat in an ordinary office with an ordinary will to live and a cactus I am surrounded by people with ordinary habits and clothes the window is opened at the usual angle and the volume of the ringer is on default we look at each other in an ordinary way (No love/ no anger with a dash of hope) we have families, lovers and cats in ordinary numbers (They calmly invade our minds on our tea-break) we work shoulder to shoulder sweating with no fear of Evil or God we have no ink in the printer, no problems, no money no elevator we have similar names, ordinary haircuts and shoes we have a receptionist who eats carbs the second floorboard, the one on the right as you come in after you punch the code and give it a good tug is squicking I am told that’s new
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Keep calm and carry on
cutting through my thoughts like a knife through still flesh you stop in the middle of the room with a chessboard and no corner unturned I, ivy climbing through every window of your soul burst into green shamelessly and have you surrendered by life we praise the silence and seek each other’s arms through centuries and if there would be thunders instead of words the room we sleep in would echo: I like it. What is it?
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Favete Linguis
the hailstones were falling like dragons attacking the windows of the North Tower it was a New Moon, the beginning of a golden era, the end of a long shift his arm stretched, brought the sun from the dungeon tied one of its rays, gently to my little finger and nailed it to the sky with a swift move the clouds collapsed like a pack of cards (Queen of spades fell to pieces, like it never existed) and then he held my hand, his sword and shield leaning peacefully against the rest of my world once again I watched my children play ‘it’, my women washing linen in rivers flowing into oceans I never knew I had while men sat in a circle quietly sharpening their arrows straightening their bows for tomorrow’s hunt is there anything you ask in return milord? my fingers touched his arm for the first time in a thousand years his eyes whispered in love-tongue, his lips kissed my handkerchief which gently fell to his feet and caressed the earth he stood on it was late and we had to close the gates until the next morning when we woke up, drank coffee and lived happily ever after
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Poem to my Knight
poems with you start like the breeze on wild shores there's salt in each verse and their words taste like lips smeared in chocolate before breakfast poems without you are houses ripped off at night by thieves they are the empty souls untouched by God tombstones forgotten in winter some poems are poor and some are rich some open the door some close it some are bonnie & clyde some jane & john doe and some don't even rhyme my poems come my poems go rhymes laugh out loud or grieve but from this poem on you'll know why you should never ever leave (I wonder if I should post this)
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
'post-me' poem
one by one they are pressing the button for more I nod and talk to them with my mouth shut (my mouth is full of popcorn and wisdom) I tell them to walk through fire with grace save your words and bring me an edelweiss - my eyebrow says show me how you catch a ray your bullets are buried in the snow above me stop shooting blue birds they’re made of plastic and no thunder can save you now and then my cave is filled with the helium of silence there you may take me hostage while you dunk your biscuits in a cup of peace magnolias grow without asking questions do you think my big stick is a silly-Billy or God is wearing white socks?
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Thank you for listening