#imgood - Hello Poetry

O you bleak, bleak little soul Tell me, what do you want? The crescent shines a quiet heaven And winds whisper on What do you want? Ask, and have you shall Ask, ask, ask on Blue fires smiling green Or ashen papers soaring up the dark Two nights ago We tore an old notebook into Rootless pages And crumpled them into ***** One upon the other slept As the matchstick kissed herself a flame And shrivelled up like a worm The papers gleamed from inside out dragon dens, alive at last And they smoked all the curses We dare not utter They burned themselves away And fire, the fire followed The embers remained They twinkled on the black concrete Daughters of the sun Quietened beneath our shoes Tell me, you bleak, bleak little flower What is it you ache for? Dawn brings forth his circus And hues fill up the world Why do you weep? There are drinks that Make the tongue dance around Spices as lively as bees Women prettier than stars feather touches, and tender seas voices that dance steady and slow There are glories on the mountains Waiting to be loved Rings and rollercoasters, Rooftops there are Ask, ask, ask away Bards, and beaches Prayer mats stitched with gold Thunder upon chirping cities Moors, and meadows Museums of all the futures ahead What do you want? Ask, ask, ask it all O you beak, bleak little moon Why will you not speak?

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Jun 5, 2021

Jun 5, 2021 at 8:29 AM UTC

Ayesha

Bleak, bleak

O you bleak, bleak little soul Tell me, what do you want? The crescent shines a quiet heaven And winds whisper on What do you want? Ask, and have you shall Ask, ask, ask on Blue fires smiling green Or ashen papers soaring up the dark Two nights ago We tore an old notebook into Rootless pages And crumpled them into ***** One upon the other slept As the matchstick kissed herself a flame And shrivelled up like a worm The papers gleamed from inside out dragon dens, alive at last And they smoked all the curses We dare not utter They burned themselves away And fire, the fire followed The embers remained They twinkled on the black concrete Daughters of the sun Quietened beneath our shoes Tell me, you bleak, bleak little flower What is it you ache for? Dawn brings forth his circus And hues fill up the world Why do you weep? There are drinks that Make the tongue dance around Spices as lively as bees Women prettier than stars feather touches, and tender seas voices that dance steady and slow There are glories on the mountains Waiting to be loved Rings and rollercoasters, Rooftops there are Ask, ask, ask away Bards, and beaches Prayer mats stitched with gold Thunder upon chirping cities Moors, and meadows Museums of all the futures ahead What do you want? Ask, ask, ask it all O you beak, bleak little moon Why will you not speak?

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Not just another side of me Or everything I've done And hear everything I said Far from ear's reach. But I'm the one that thinks, As soon as I pass the security check At every place in Washington D.C. That I forgot to pull something out of my pocket As a security precaution and protocol. I pass scanners, but I think I'm that villain That tricks the bomb-sniffers, Without lifting a finger, Into thinking that there's no harmful instrument on me... When I hypnotize my memory Thinking I passed GO When I should have stayed at the STOP.... Other cases outside reality: TV shows and movies. Oh my god! What I would do sometimes to cut the middle of most plots Just to twist heads, Open eyes, Slap faces, Just to uncover who's on justice side And who abused justice as a disguise.

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Aug 16, 2019

Aug 16, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC

brian-mc-donagh-1

If Only They Could See

Not just another side of me Or everything I've done And hear everything I said Far from ear's reach. But I'm the one that thinks, As soon as I pass the security check At every place in Washington D.C. That I forgot to pull something out of my pocket As a security precaution and protocol. I pass scanners, but I think I'm that villain That tricks the bomb-sniffers, Without lifting a finger, Into thinking that there's no harmful instrument on me... When I hypnotize my memory Thinking I passed GO When I should have stayed at the STOP.... Other cases outside reality: TV shows and movies. Oh my god! What I would do sometimes to cut the middle of most plots Just to twist heads, Open eyes, Slap faces, Just to uncover who's on justice side And who abused justice as a disguise.

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Nerves are running wild, my breath is slightly hitched. Anxiety's creeping up on me, I can barely think. Afraid of disappointment. Afraid to disappoint. One step before the other, prepared for someone new. He charms me with a smile, then extends a hand. My palms are getting clammy, and my pulse is racing too. The breeze flows in from the door, the sun is shining bright. Currawong's singing in the trees, With the aroma of bitter coffee. We breeze through introductions, sit and chat for a while. There I thought it was going well, until he developed a temper. With no good reason he seemed to snap, started causing a scene. Sinked so low into my chair, of course this happened to me. Some time passed, he calmed himself, but i think i'd made my decision. got to the end and he turned to me, "We should do this again". "I don't think this is going to work", I said sorry then took my leave.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC

Asonna

The Tinder Series - #1

Nerves are running wild, my breath is slightly hitched. Anxiety's creeping up on me, I can barely think. Afraid of disappointment. Afraid to disappoint. One step before the other, prepared for someone new. He charms me with a smile, then extends a hand. My palms are getting clammy, and my pulse is racing too. The breeze flows in from the door, the sun is shining bright. Currawong's singing in the trees, With the aroma of bitter coffee. We breeze through introductions, sit and chat for a while. There I thought it was going well, until he developed a temper. With no good reason he seemed to snap, started causing a scene. Sinked so low into my chair, of course this happened to me. Some time passed, he calmed himself, but i think i'd made my decision. got to the end and he turned to me, "We should do this again". "I don't think this is going to work", I said sorry then took my leave.

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I am anti-social, I choke at social gatherings, My breath feels nothing more than lies , The lies when people's words, Sublime into air. While everyone brags about, The last time the Sapiens Had a good time, I comfortablly drift off, Into my little Pluto, Of words, poetry and music. I am there, Yet I am not there. People think I'm a snob, The Sapiens think I'm lazy, But what do they know, The happiness in solitude. I am anti social, And the last thing, I could care about, Is You.

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Aug 25, 2016

Aug 25, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC

divoojilly

I am Anti Social

I am anti-social, I choke at social gatherings, My breath feels nothing more than lies , The lies when people's words, Sublime into air. While everyone brags about, The last time the Sapiens Had a good time, I comfortablly drift off, Into my little Pluto, Of words, poetry and music. I am there, Yet I am not there. People think I'm a snob, The Sapiens think I'm lazy, But what do they know, The happiness in solitude. I am anti social, And the last thing, I could care about, Is You.

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