#ironies - Hello Poetry

for months, the kind son looked over her living corpse to prolong her breath but tonight he stepped outside to waste his with cigarettes

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC

sandpiturtle

comatose

for months, the kind son looked over her living corpse to prolong her breath but tonight he stepped outside to waste his with cigarettes

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Somehow this moment repeats indefinitely The very point in which you heavily defend The same four words that you say incessantly An oxymoron that I’ve heard time and time again But if I agree, then I’m the only one that’s wrong And if I disagree, it’s “the ending that I’ve wanted all along” Am I waiting for the same old fight again? You’ve poked these holes in my heart with safety pins Expect me to soak my battle wounds in juice ‘n’ gin When it’s all over, I don’t need another ‘friend’ And when you go, surely I will let you be But don’t expect to find ‘us’ alive in a future fantasy Because I am waiting for you to finally be clear And I am waiting for the last words that I’ll want to hear Planned your routine until the cycle breaks down If you were alone, then why was I always around? And if I never truly cared right from the start Could you honestly say you’d make it this far? If you’ve done it all on your own with no one’s help Maybe you should be fine to continue by yourself. Somehow you’re always coming back to this And I fill in the parts where irrationality would miss Painted my story black and white and red so you could see That there’s nothing between the lines you couldn’t read.

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Dec 22, 2015

Dec 22, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC

neal-emanuelson

Ironies and Contradictions

Somehow this moment repeats indefinitely The very point in which you heavily defend The same four words that you say incessantly An oxymoron that I’ve heard time and time again But if I agree, then I’m the only one that’s wrong And if I disagree, it’s “the ending that I’ve wanted all along” Am I waiting for the same old fight again? You’ve poked these holes in my heart with safety pins Expect me to soak my battle wounds in juice ‘n’ gin When it’s all over, I don’t need another ‘friend’ And when you go, surely I will let you be But don’t expect to find ‘us’ alive in a future fantasy Because I am waiting for you to finally be clear And I am waiting for the last words that I’ll want to hear Planned your routine until the cycle breaks down If you were alone, then why was I always around? And if I never truly cared right from the start Could you honestly say you’d make it this far? If you’ve done it all on your own with no one’s help Maybe you should be fine to continue by yourself. Somehow you’re always coming back to this And I fill in the parts where irrationality would miss Painted my story black and white and red so you could see That there’s nothing between the lines you couldn’t read.

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Would you have wanted to know the colors of the sky Just to let them fade and from your hands fly? Is it better to know how jazz sounds like And never hear it from any other mic? Was the warmth of the ember worth it Knowing you'll live in the cold and never again feel the heat? Do you find the bizarre taste of comfort admirable? Even if it'll only be served once on the table? Is your scent worth remembering Despite the undeniable fact that it's next to nothing? Was it better to know and have hoped to forget Or to be ignorant and completely have no memory nor idea of it? Tell me, to which will I feel less bad: To lose or to not have had?

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Feb 2, 2017

Feb 2, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC

allan-pangilinan

Phantom

Would you have wanted to know the colors of the sky Just to let them fade and from your hands fly? Is it better to know how jazz sounds like And never hear it from any other mic? Was the warmth of the ember worth it Knowing you'll live in the cold and never again feel the heat? Do you find the bizarre taste of comfort admirable? Even if it'll only be served once on the table? Is your scent worth remembering Despite the undeniable fact that it's next to nothing? Was it better to know and have hoped to forget Or to be ignorant and completely have no memory nor idea of it? Tell me, to which will I feel less bad: To lose or to not have had?

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