#exquise - Hello Poetry

It burns me up inside How together you appear to be I know my own temperament It’s magmatic, though its not what you see Like a scorpion, it stings me bitter The poison spreads into my eyes, trachea Like a starfish surviving on the shore, I deny my slow death and call upon my inner mafia I fight myself away from the border Right by there, I see you cope A concentration chamber, my mind has become I burn like paper, letting my ashes elope With the itsy bits of rubble remaining Somehow I awaken, with a brush and pan I kneel and scrape, dust and cleanse To become a phoenix and rise from my death again.

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Mar 17, 2016

Mar 17, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC

indioul

La Douleur Exquise

It burns me up inside How together you appear to be I know my own temperament It’s magmatic, though its not what you see Like a scorpion, it stings me bitter The poison spreads into my eyes, trachea Like a starfish surviving on the shore, I deny my slow death and call upon my inner mafia I fight myself away from the border Right by there, I see you cope A concentration chamber, my mind has become I burn like paper, letting my ashes elope With the itsy bits of rubble remaining Somehow I awaken, with a brush and pan I kneel and scrape, dust and cleanse To become a phoenix and rise from my death again.

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As the days get deeper So does the hole People start losing their unique ****** qualities The objects in your house become dull clutter Monday morphs into Tuesday and Tuesday morphs into Wednesday and Wednesday morphs into Thursday and All of a sudden you don’t know what day it is. The only thing that doesn’t lose its edge Are the words that pump out from your lung, to vibrate from your vocal cords, then are fine tuned from your larynx, and emanate from your articulators. Those are the words that stuff me deeper into the hole. Sometimes it’s not words but actions That burry me under and into the darkness. This hole I speak of, ***** you in and won’t let you out Until you’ve admitted defeat And hell, You’ll never live to see the day that I, Admit Defeat.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

Trinity-Jones

Defeat

As the days get deeper So does the hole People start losing their unique ****** qualities The objects in your house become dull clutter Monday morphs into Tuesday and Tuesday morphs into Wednesday and Wednesday morphs into Thursday and All of a sudden you don’t know what day it is. The only thing that doesn’t lose its edge Are the words that pump out from your lung, to vibrate from your vocal cords, then are fine tuned from your larynx, and emanate from your articulators. Those are the words that stuff me deeper into the hole. Sometimes it’s not words but actions That burry me under and into the darkness. This hole I speak of, ***** you in and won’t let you out Until you’ve admitted defeat And hell, You’ll never live to see the day that I, Admit Defeat.

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Have you ever met someone and in the same instant that your eyes glazed over with the sight of perfection and your heart melts with desire you just know it never can and never will be true La douleur exquise, la douleur exquise. I unconsciously chose to ignore the idea of impossible but I need reality to crush that Otherwise, I'll be stuck in paradise for one day too many In the meantime You seem to be the only one I would ever want And the only one I can never have

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Jan 2, 2015

Jan 2, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC

Trinity-Jones

La Douleur Exquise

Have you ever met someone and in the same instant that your eyes glazed over with the sight of perfection and your heart melts with desire you just know it never can and never will be true La douleur exquise, la douleur exquise. I unconsciously chose to ignore the idea of impossible but I need reality to crush that Otherwise, I'll be stuck in paradise for one day too many In the meantime You seem to be the only one I would ever want And the only one I can never have

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Our love can not exist. Echo's final plight. Ero's arrow askew. Come find me beyond the clouds. I'll wait among the whispering veils, among the weeping willows. i wait for you at the breaking of dawn.

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC

joyce-n

La Douleur Exquise

Our love can not exist. Echo's final plight. Ero's arrow askew. Come find me beyond the clouds. I'll wait among the whispering veils, among the weeping willows. i wait for you at the breaking of dawn.

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