#curiousness - Hello Poetry

In day's prime, in summer's sweet eyelids, Two lives arc, their eyes struggling to break a stare, sharing trysts through dulciloquent exchange, After the deep blue blossoming lake. To avenge time, we sought it and drove our pupils Down through the bluff and the green trees, limping past the arenose and albicant sands Into it's quivering- I must say. Hey fancy. You make me smile regularly, I need you to know, because I don't always say so, but if I didn't read what you write about your interactions with life, I'd definitely be not the half that I am of alive. So thank you, from the perfume of my heart, and the plastic that is my legs, the opossum hair that makes me who I am, and the light of my malaise.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Lake St. Beach, Today

In day's prime, in summer's sweet eyelids, Two lives arc, their eyes struggling to break a stare, sharing trysts through dulciloquent exchange, After the deep blue blossoming lake. To avenge time, we sought it and drove our pupils Down through the bluff and the green trees, limping past the arenose and albicant sands Into it's quivering- I must say. Hey fancy. You make me smile regularly, I need you to know, because I don't always say so, but if I didn't read what you write about your interactions with life, I'd definitely be not the half that I am of alive. So thank you, from the perfume of my heart, and the plastic that is my legs, the opossum hair that makes me who I am, and the light of my malaise.

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Your world is quiet tonight, dreams drifted to nightmare synthesized points leads no reason, you might caught up by a monster you better watch out, look at every corner of his eye. There's a gold glitter on the floor look closer, underneath it's a remnant of ruined cards shifted to play this part without a soul, like a demon. Love is a villain that vanquished the queen dancing in white storm; you are too beautiful to wear a monochrome dress. Don't look under the bed, you will get what you deserve, in your curiousness in your consciousness.

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Jun 2, 2018

Jun 2, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC

saintplush

Don't look under the bed

Your world is quiet tonight, dreams drifted to nightmare synthesized points leads no reason, you might caught up by a monster you better watch out, look at every corner of his eye. There's a gold glitter on the floor look closer, underneath it's a remnant of ruined cards shifted to play this part without a soul, like a demon. Love is a villain that vanquished the queen dancing in white storm; you are too beautiful to wear a monochrome dress. Don't look under the bed, you will get what you deserve, in your curiousness in your consciousness.

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As I sit here, writing this, I’m wondering how you’ll react If you say something mean, prepare to be smacked Or maybe you’ll say something nice After all, you’d probably give me good advice Curiosity is like that urge That can suddenly emerge It can kind of feel overwhelming at times Almost like it’s consuming you alive Come on, come on, I want to explore! So I ****** open that front door My footsteps, loud against the wooden floor A great mystery is never a bore Adventure awaits! So I climb upstairs with great haste What lies before me is another door And for some reason, I feel all sore Behind that door, I see your face Looking back at me, locked in place What will you do? What will you say? Will you just try and push me away? My eyes widen, my heart beats fast I want to run, run away from my past I don’t want to alarm you I can’t stand seeing you hurt This constant, nagging pain Is like an everlasting rain A giant raincloud, swept over my head I want to stay in my bed instead But I know that’s just an excuse To keep myself from facing the truth Suddenly, your face lights up That smile again, it’s so abrupt And I rush to you, tackling you to the floor Hugging you with all my heart, bringing all these feelings ashore I thought I went into this on my own And your appearance has my mind blown My heart flutters in my chest I think a feeling within has coalesced So, as we walk outside, I tease you with a li’l shove I think this feeling, it has to be love.

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC

SunnyKimball

Curiosity

As I sit here, writing this, I’m wondering how you’ll react If you say something mean, prepare to be smacked Or maybe you’ll say something nice After all, you’d probably give me good advice Curiosity is like that urge That can suddenly emerge It can kind of feel overwhelming at times Almost like it’s consuming you alive Come on, come on, I want to explore! So I ****** open that front door My footsteps, loud against the wooden floor A great mystery is never a bore Adventure awaits! So I climb upstairs with great haste What lies before me is another door And for some reason, I feel all sore Behind that door, I see your face Looking back at me, locked in place What will you do? What will you say? Will you just try and push me away? My eyes widen, my heart beats fast I want to run, run away from my past I don’t want to alarm you I can’t stand seeing you hurt This constant, nagging pain Is like an everlasting rain A giant raincloud, swept over my head I want to stay in my bed instead But I know that’s just an excuse To keep myself from facing the truth Suddenly, your face lights up That smile again, it’s so abrupt And I rush to you, tackling you to the floor Hugging you with all my heart, bringing all these feelings ashore I thought I went into this on my own And your appearance has my mind blown My heart flutters in my chest I think a feeling within has coalesced So, as we walk outside, I tease you with a li’l shove I think this feeling, it has to be love.

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