#evans - Hello Poetry

Who is all alone? Solipsism slept with me Community then rose the sun The thorned and black roses leapt To attention when it struck their stems The difference between self pity and sadness The black and thorned roses leapt To attention when it struck their stems The milk of the mother of the world Community then rose the sun While solipsism slept in me Who is all alone? (The Suspicious Oracle groaned, the body and the mouth. They came to rest on the line between the poles. No grimace. No grin. No light deep, deep in the eyes. The Suspicious Oracle pushed an object across the table toward the audience. An old coffee tin turned black with paints and oils. Centered in bright yellow, the word TIPS. All around it, simple symbols were scratched out in metal. Fingers. Toes. Currency. A ***** Coin for a fortune? (One of the drifters at The Suspicious Oracle's table gifted a coin to the tin. The Suspicious Oracle smiled, and shifted back into the shadows.) Thank you. (The Suspicious Oracle reached into their jacket and produced a card printed on one side with a pair of staring eyes. They slid it toward the drifter with the eyes turned up. The drifter flipped the card and read it to herself.) 'UNHAPPY IN LACK, UNHAPPY IN EXCESS'

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC

Simillacrum

Mk. II

Who is all alone? Solipsism slept with me Community then rose the sun The thorned and black roses leapt To attention when it struck their stems The difference between self pity and sadness The black and thorned roses leapt To attention when it struck their stems The milk of the mother of the world Community then rose the sun While solipsism slept in me Who is all alone? (The Suspicious Oracle groaned, the body and the mouth. They came to rest on the line between the poles. No grimace. No grin. No light deep, deep in the eyes. The Suspicious Oracle pushed an object across the table toward the audience. An old coffee tin turned black with paints and oils. Centered in bright yellow, the word TIPS. All around it, simple symbols were scratched out in metal. Fingers. Toes. Currency. A ***** Coin for a fortune? (One of the drifters at The Suspicious Oracle's table gifted a coin to the tin. The Suspicious Oracle smiled, and shifted back into the shadows.) Thank you. (The Suspicious Oracle reached into their jacket and produced a card printed on one side with a pair of staring eyes. They slid it toward the drifter with the eyes turned up. The drifter flipped the card and read it to herself.) 'UNHAPPY IN LACK, UNHAPPY IN EXCESS'

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you loved and destroyed me but came back with tragedy

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC

ennlighten

after all this time

you loved and destroyed me but came back with tragedy

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The love that has no name. A fiery force so strong yet forbidden. The most honest love can be divided in to two. Those who can’t concieve, blame it on greed. They also accuse of acting on whim and fancy. Mrs Evans, down the road, thinks it’s for lust. Hidden on the bookshelf, locked away, descent into dust. I'm not promoting dishonesty, I'm not defending adultery. But we few, we true seers into our souls, confess. For you can love more than one, what man could not?

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Dec 14, 2014

Dec 14, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC

joe-wiltshire-smith

Is three a crowd?

The love that has no name. A fiery force so strong yet forbidden. The most honest love can be divided in to two. Those who can’t concieve, blame it on greed. They also accuse of acting on whim and fancy. Mrs Evans, down the road, thinks it’s for lust. Hidden on the bookshelf, locked away, descent into dust. I'm not promoting dishonesty, I'm not defending adultery. But we few, we true seers into our souls, confess. For you can love more than one, what man could not?

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