#donnie - Hello Poetry

thank you! thank you! my audience screams for more i take a bow and raise my head again "and for my final performance... i will be jumping into..." wait **** where did she go? we lost her. we lost her we lost her... the show was eleven dollars. a bit too pricey if you ask me. i think everybody knew the girl on stage just wanted to get naked for the crowd, she just wanted the applause. i take out my phone and text my boyfriend. "i just i just want you to know that i cant commit to anything in this world, and there isnt a single thing out there that amazes me. unfortunately this is just the kind of person i am." he replies with "i cant be around you anymore. its confusing to me and its hurting me" i reply "okay" and drive to the hospital, where they tell me, "you really dont belong here youre really fine" i do that thing with my mouth just so youll text me back

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC

moonxwife

cellar door, cellar door, cellar door, cellar door, etc etc etc

thank you! thank you! my audience screams for more i take a bow and raise my head again "and for my final performance... i will be jumping into..." wait **** where did she go? we lost her. we lost her we lost her... the show was eleven dollars. a bit too pricey if you ask me. i think everybody knew the girl on stage just wanted to get naked for the crowd, she just wanted the applause. i take out my phone and text my boyfriend. "i just i just want you to know that i cant commit to anything in this world, and there isnt a single thing out there that amazes me. unfortunately this is just the kind of person i am." he replies with "i cant be around you anymore. its confusing to me and its hurting me" i reply "okay" and drive to the hospital, where they tell me, "you really dont belong here youre really fine" i do that thing with my mouth just so youll text me back

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The time that divides us is the speed of sound but always, always -- our world keeps turning round, and round In dreams -- perhaps, we may meet and, yours a familiar face of warm memory's -- the one, I fondly greet You -- a poet or, painter -- on a Paris street And Me -- mysterious eyes the kind that secrets always keep a wistful smile of feminine wile cultured, and fair with fine clothes, and red hair Time will slow down and, there will be no divide with fluttering memory's that rush inside I know when I find you and, you find me this time, this time -- this time again our parallel universe's will collide and, they will transcend circling forward, and backward again, and again -- like two cradling swans loving again.

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC

krisselle-s-cosgrove

The Time That Divides Us

The time that divides us is the speed of sound but always, always -- our world keeps turning round, and round In dreams -- perhaps, we may meet and, yours a familiar face of warm memory's -- the one, I fondly greet You -- a poet or, painter -- on a Paris street And Me -- mysterious eyes the kind that secrets always keep a wistful smile of feminine wile cultured, and fair with fine clothes, and red hair Time will slow down and, there will be no divide with fluttering memory's that rush inside I know when I find you and, you find me this time, this time -- this time again our parallel universe's will collide and, they will transcend circling forward, and backward again, and again -- like two cradling swans loving again.

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There is a boy over there No more than seventeen No less than insane (To some, that is. Some who can't see.) This boy has a friend (And yet no friends at all) Who wears a great big mask at night And makes Donnie feel small Two universes, One fate that can't be fought versus a lonely boy, a lonely girl, and all of their genius thoughts

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC

hannahb

Cellar Door

There is a boy over there No more than seventeen No less than insane (To some, that is. Some who can't see.) This boy has a friend (And yet no friends at all) Who wears a great big mask at night And makes Donnie feel small Two universes, One fate that can't be fought versus a lonely boy, a lonely girl, and all of their genius thoughts

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