#newport - Hello Poetry

My girl is a cigarette She’s a Lucky Strike She won’t last me through the night No matter how hard I draw on the conversation I can’t spark her imagination There’s nothing I can say To make her a **** in my ashtray

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Aug 27, 2020

Aug 27, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC

PocketsThePoet

My Girl is a Cigarette

My girl is a cigarette She’s a Lucky Strike She won’t last me through the night No matter how hard I draw on the conversation I can’t spark her imagination There’s nothing I can say To make her a **** in my ashtray

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sometimes i sit and text women messages free of any ****** connotations. other times i come across a chopped & ******* slowed + reverbed out version of a neoSoul song that i love. she’s blonde and has a dumb thicc *** and she’s a woman of few words and she was born under a constellation of fire. like i was. her eyes are nearly unblinking and they say less than her mouth but i know there is a sea of symbol-sets beneath those televised eyes. how am i supposed to weave or write when the joy is coming for my neck. time is the measure of energy in motion so i turn the dial wayyy down. God is not a time-piece. God is a flour mill - shaped like an inside-out hourglass in the background of XI Jinping’s latest video on Tik Tok. “Violent anarchists held a ‘Night of Rage’” “Violent anarchists graffitied the Hatfield Courthouse.” “Violent anarchists continue to attack law enforcement with lasers.” gravity is hard on the feet and hills are hard on the walking. graveyards are a hard one for the memory (if you believe your family is another pile of bones). at least we have our three deaths to draw on and die. 1st when our last breath leaves us 2nd the last time someone speaks our name 3rd when Zuccman the Reptilian deletes our postumus, memorialized FB account. where lies the heart of the enlightened without a mirror? or when the three deaths are drawn and it hangs suspended in purgatory like a pack of Newports in the freezer? or like a stylized hospital mask produced under contentious labor practices and shipped to America via air freight passing over the Xinjiang province where crimes against humanity are being committed on an industrial scale ---- The Uighurs NEED OUR HELP THEY SUFFERING A GENOCIDE THEY ARE BEING ETHNICALLY CLEANSED!! https://www.vox.com/2020/7/28/21333345/uighurs-china-internment-camps-forced-labor-xinjiang

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Jul 31, 2020

Jul 31, 2020 at 7:14 PM UTC

LonesomeDub

purgatory and a pack of Newports

sometimes i sit and text women messages free of any ****** connotations. other times i come across a chopped & ******* slowed + reverbed out version of a neoSoul song that i love. she’s blonde and has a dumb thicc *** and she’s a woman of few words and she was born under a constellation of fire. like i was. her eyes are nearly unblinking and they say less than her mouth but i know there is a sea of symbol-sets beneath those televised eyes. how am i supposed to weave or write when the joy is coming for my neck. time is the measure of energy in motion so i turn the dial wayyy down. God is not a time-piece. God is a flour mill - shaped like an inside-out hourglass in the background of XI Jinping’s latest video on Tik Tok. “Violent anarchists held a ‘Night of Rage’” “Violent anarchists graffitied the Hatfield Courthouse.” “Violent anarchists continue to attack law enforcement with lasers.” gravity is hard on the feet and hills are hard on the walking. graveyards are a hard one for the memory (if you believe your family is another pile of bones). at least we have our three deaths to draw on and die. 1st when our last breath leaves us 2nd the last time someone speaks our name 3rd when Zuccman the Reptilian deletes our postumus, memorialized FB account. where lies the heart of the enlightened without a mirror? or when the three deaths are drawn and it hangs suspended in purgatory like a pack of Newports in the freezer? or like a stylized hospital mask produced under contentious labor practices and shipped to America via air freight passing over the Xinjiang province where crimes against humanity are being committed on an industrial scale ---- The Uighurs NEED OUR HELP THEY SUFFERING A GENOCIDE THEY ARE BEING ETHNICALLY CLEANSED!! https://www.vox.com/2020/7/28/21333345/uighurs-china-internment-camps-forced-labor-xinjiang

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Take me back to LACMA when I knew I had ya The lights made it feel like happy ever after Sneaking in to swim in fancy hotels Making them believe we were staying there ourselves You would drive miles just to see me smile Windows down, music loud, worries far behind us Curled up in your passenger seat With my head on your shoulder and your hand on my knee To the lookout in Laguna I found before I knew ya It never had a better view than dancing there with you Took me to the Wedge for our very first date Had a long way to go but we were on our way Jump the bridge into the water, Via Lido Then we'll go to the drive in theater Walk around the island calling houses yours and mine Park on Cliff Drive if we can ever find it A thousand steps down to reach that shore Strolling Abbot Kinney, a thousand things we can't afford I don't really know what we looking for But we found love in the Last Bookstore Valentines Days at Urth Cafes Cake at Turtle Rock for our best friends' birthdays Laughing at the things that just didn't make sense Like how we never, ever felt the Santa Ana winds Laventina's, In-n-Out, call it controversial But I'm not going to Del Taco Inspiration point till early in the morning Disneyland fireworks had us Soarin' I've never known another love like this Someone take me back to Tower 56 Someone take me back to Tower 56 Baby our love is written all over it

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Apr 15, 2020

Apr 15, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC

colettealexia

Our Love

Take me back to LACMA when I knew I had ya The lights made it feel like happy ever after Sneaking in to swim in fancy hotels Making them believe we were staying there ourselves You would drive miles just to see me smile Windows down, music loud, worries far behind us Curled up in your passenger seat With my head on your shoulder and your hand on my knee To the lookout in Laguna I found before I knew ya It never had a better view than dancing there with you Took me to the Wedge for our very first date Had a long way to go but we were on our way Jump the bridge into the water, Via Lido Then we'll go to the drive in theater Walk around the island calling houses yours and mine Park on Cliff Drive if we can ever find it A thousand steps down to reach that shore Strolling Abbot Kinney, a thousand things we can't afford I don't really know what we looking for But we found love in the Last Bookstore Valentines Days at Urth Cafes Cake at Turtle Rock for our best friends' birthdays Laughing at the things that just didn't make sense Like how we never, ever felt the Santa Ana winds Laventina's, In-n-Out, call it controversial But I'm not going to Del Taco Inspiration point till early in the morning Disneyland fireworks had us Soarin' I've never known another love like this Someone take me back to Tower 56 Someone take me back to Tower 56 Baby our love is written all over it

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I just can’t wait to get my hands on you, I can’t wait to press you up against my lips, to breathe you in, to feel everything that you do, I want to wrap my fingers around you. I begin to light this cigarette for it’s the only thing I love and I press my lips up against it and breathe it in. You’re nothing but a burning flame in my eyes, I will only love you for this moment, but then I will stomp on you until your flames cannot be seen, until your all burnt out and have given up trying to relight your flame. I destroy everything I love.

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC

dazednconfused

Newport Pleasure

I just can’t wait to get my hands on you, I can’t wait to press you up against my lips, to breathe you in, to feel everything that you do, I want to wrap my fingers around you. I begin to light this cigarette for it’s the only thing I love and I press my lips up against it and breathe it in. You’re nothing but a burning flame in my eyes, I will only love you for this moment, but then I will stomp on you until your flames cannot be seen, until your all burnt out and have given up trying to relight your flame. I destroy everything I love.

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My Payless shoes hit Newport ground Stomping, scraping, scuffling Through high society. Talk of politics- Our coffee is cold Adjust the thermostat- Our president is a hero White walls and cars And waves of people. I feel my weight, The yellowing teeth on my tongue. I remember Walking here When I was a kid. I laughed louder And ate more And didn't wear shoes.

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Dec 9, 2022

Dec 9, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC

michaela-s

A Walk Through High Society

My Payless shoes hit Newport ground Stomping, scraping, scuffling Through high society. Talk of politics- Our coffee is cold Adjust the thermostat- Our president is a hero White walls and cars And waves of people. I feel my weight, The yellowing teeth on my tongue. I remember Walking here When I was a kid. I laughed louder And ate more And didn't wear shoes.

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I am a child, born to heartbreak, love, and war. Like a parade, I dance with friends, learn karate after school, And when I grow up, I sit at waterfalls with my other, Thinking about the trees, animals, insects, logs, the lake, oceans, And the mountain I climbed to get to where I am today. I feel like adventure lets me travel from place to place. I get to become a new person with every new destination. I now feel like the wind. I last forever and feel different to everyone. I used to go to sleep to the sound of rain. It was the best thing I ever heard. Every drop felt like it had little bits of my future, My hopes, my dreams. I think it’s time to get my head out of the clouds. Boys annoy me. I get sad thinking about how many people I have to give up in order to know happiness, and it’s strangely ironic. I’ve got purple glitter in my hair and the music my mom made for me, Told me I could trust people I considered family. It’s like the real meaning of poetry, Illegitimate images to imagine a world no real person could see. The magic of a life with a girl who is able to sit in her big backyard when the sun goes down, Thinking she’s had a pretty good day and that image has been burned into my head ever since I saw the end of college’s road and I am not even ready for tomorrow’s 8th grade homework. When I started to think I could be alone, I ended up writing a small poem each night. They all started with lines like, “I miss you. Come back I’m sorry for what I did. I will not miss you if you leave. Because I need you next to me all the time.” A story of a girl who had diabetes. It all started when she was 3 years old, and there I go. Making up characters because no one would really want to live this life. No one would really want to be a living example of me. But I will not leave that same mark for my legacy. Dad, I think I want to be a scientist now. I’ve loved complex equations since I was a kid, Learning about life is so beautiful and cool and everyone will enjoy you, And I’ll realize that my failures are not a disappointment to you. I’ll be able to know how to not be sad anymore. Because science teaches me everything and more. I am a child, born to heartbreak, love, and war. These are the voices of kids who have no idea what comes forward in life but will embrace it. These are the voices of kids who are disadvantaged because some societal system has decided they are nothing more that test grades. Here are the next leaders of our free world that have already been turned into scantron results. You hear their voices and are impressed, but yet not depressed because as loud as they can be, the real world will steal their voices at the age of 18. They are the only thing between us and anarchy. They are the creative minds. The souls we must nourish. The skin we must keep pure. If we are X, then they are Y, And our direct relationship will always be an equation that must be balanced, Never just an expression to be left unsolved.

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC

BlueRibbon

Future Tense

I am a child, born to heartbreak, love, and war. Like a parade, I dance with friends, learn karate after school, And when I grow up, I sit at waterfalls with my other, Thinking about the trees, animals, insects, logs, the lake, oceans, And the mountain I climbed to get to where I am today. I feel like adventure lets me travel from place to place. I get to become a new person with every new destination. I now feel like the wind. I last forever and feel different to everyone. I used to go to sleep to the sound of rain. It was the best thing I ever heard. Every drop felt like it had little bits of my future, My hopes, my dreams. I think it’s time to get my head out of the clouds. Boys annoy me. I get sad thinking about how many people I have to give up in order to know happiness, and it’s strangely ironic. I’ve got purple glitter in my hair and the music my mom made for me, Told me I could trust people I considered family. It’s like the real meaning of poetry, Illegitimate images to imagine a world no real person could see. The magic of a life with a girl who is able to sit in her big backyard when the sun goes down, Thinking she’s had a pretty good day and that image has been burned into my head ever since I saw the end of college’s road and I am not even ready for tomorrow’s 8th grade homework. When I started to think I could be alone, I ended up writing a small poem each night. They all started with lines like, “I miss you. Come back I’m sorry for what I did. I will not miss you if you leave. Because I need you next to me all the time.” A story of a girl who had diabetes. It all started when she was 3 years old, and there I go. Making up characters because no one would really want to live this life. No one would really want to be a living example of me. But I will not leave that same mark for my legacy. Dad, I think I want to be a scientist now. I’ve loved complex equations since I was a kid, Learning about life is so beautiful and cool and everyone will enjoy you, And I’ll realize that my failures are not a disappointment to you. I’ll be able to know how to not be sad anymore. Because science teaches me everything and more. I am a child, born to heartbreak, love, and war. These are the voices of kids who have no idea what comes forward in life but will embrace it. These are the voices of kids who are disadvantaged because some societal system has decided they are nothing more that test grades. Here are the next leaders of our free world that have already been turned into scantron results. You hear their voices and are impressed, but yet not depressed because as loud as they can be, the real world will steal their voices at the age of 18. They are the only thing between us and anarchy. They are the creative minds. The souls we must nourish. The skin we must keep pure. If we are X, then they are Y, And our direct relationship will always be an equation that must be balanced, Never just an expression to be left unsolved.

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