#hua - Hello Poetry

Square me up with a new a vengeance Strike thunder of a different kind Pray not to see my gleaming face when you're ahead But hear me first Boom loud with anticipation When you're behind

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Hitting It Out

Square me up with a new a vengeance Strike thunder of a different kind Pray not to see my gleaming face when you're ahead But hear me first Boom loud with anticipation When you're behind

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The beer is flowing All hot and high, Insect repellent on the house- A restaurant by the roadside. The streets a little easy Now that the tears have dried, But the population still dress in black For the year the King had died. I’ve been doing a little dying too, All the faces I have been, All the places, all the names; All the waste I’ve come to see. It piled in the entryway, Too many obstacles to leave, Too desperate to sit and stay, Witness the death of the autumn leaves. Too much steady state back at home, Over here, it’s chaos in the streets, Used to take a pill to make me calm; I used to lie and steal and cheat. I used to have a drink to **** the day, Now I take a load off of my feet, Nurse it back and eat well and full; There’s no trouble in falling asleep. I see the waitress get a head massage In the middle of the working day, I mind my manners a thousand times Still, my brain does not behave. *** lingers on every corner, In every blind-alley retreat, Every time she smiles at me, Or hands me my receipt. Now I sing for life and I sing for death And neither is full of fear, Sometimes I tell the world to go to hell- But at least I sound sincere. At least my poetry is full of me And not the absence in between When I wake in this sober state; When I fall down to my knees. This is not the perfect life, I would never claim it was, But it’s a thousand shades brighter now, In the shifting of the fog. My notebooks are all clean and new, My eyes alight with love. This is what true living means, This is not what dying does.

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Oct 17, 2016

Oct 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC

Edward-Coles

Alive.

The beer is flowing All hot and high, Insect repellent on the house- A restaurant by the roadside. The streets a little easy Now that the tears have dried, But the population still dress in black For the year the King had died. I’ve been doing a little dying too, All the faces I have been, All the places, all the names; All the waste I’ve come to see. It piled in the entryway, Too many obstacles to leave, Too desperate to sit and stay, Witness the death of the autumn leaves. Too much steady state back at home, Over here, it’s chaos in the streets, Used to take a pill to make me calm; I used to lie and steal and cheat. I used to have a drink to **** the day, Now I take a load off of my feet, Nurse it back and eat well and full; There’s no trouble in falling asleep. I see the waitress get a head massage In the middle of the working day, I mind my manners a thousand times Still, my brain does not behave. *** lingers on every corner, In every blind-alley retreat, Every time she smiles at me, Or hands me my receipt. Now I sing for life and I sing for death And neither is full of fear, Sometimes I tell the world to go to hell- But at least I sound sincere. At least my poetry is full of me And not the absence in between When I wake in this sober state; When I fall down to my knees. This is not the perfect life, I would never claim it was, But it’s a thousand shades brighter now, In the shifting of the fog. My notebooks are all clean and new, My eyes alight with love. This is what true living means, This is not what dying does.

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I don't really know if this is pain I'm feeling It felt foreign yet very familiar at the weirdest ways It almost felt like home It almost felt like my mother lulling me to sleep But one thing I only know is that I'm so used to be in pain that I can't even recognize it anymore

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC

mariecurly3

Worn

I don't really know if this is pain I'm feeling It felt foreign yet very familiar at the weirdest ways It almost felt like home It almost felt like my mother lulling me to sleep But one thing I only know is that I'm so used to be in pain that I can't even recognize it anymore

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