#pageantry - Hello Poetry

Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at One another. Heaping piles of human soup. Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined. Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams. Streamers above a long rooting movement. Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman, Legs pressed tightly to the chest, Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat. Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue. Stage two: Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar. To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth. We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living. Stage three: *** Stage four. *** Stage five: As we earn our pageantry to take Stride on this Earth, and string a Great bow of eager success among all of us, You, me, them. While I continue to Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a Cup of tea instead.

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC

martin-narrod

The Stages of Sleep

Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at One another. Heaping piles of human soup. Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined. Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams. Streamers above a long rooting movement. Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman, Legs pressed tightly to the chest, Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat. Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue. Stage two: Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar. To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth. We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living. Stage three: *** Stage four. *** Stage five: As we earn our pageantry to take Stride on this Earth, and string a Great bow of eager success among all of us, You, me, them. While I continue to Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a Cup of tea instead.

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I'm not the only me I see when I see me looking back at me Bewildered by the impossibility of a blind visionary with the foresight to look past me to find me I got caught staring so intently I lost sight of the true me completely You see such savagery and think it must have been nurtured from infancy While true, I had it in check, hidden away in the captivity of a long forgotten memory But it still remembered me, waited patiently, predicting my return with a whimsical accuracy It heard me frantically trying to find the glass to break in case of emergency Not to set it free but to once again embrace what was scary, what might be the reality of the actual me Instantly I handed over the key, didn't even keep a copy for me Knowing exactly what I was doing and what it'd do to me mentally It was always going to happen this way eventually Finding solace in it's monotony, no more uncertainty Both wake up and go to bed with the same angry energy Done with the pleasantry and all the pageantry projected outwardly to seem more neighborly Just so the world could be more comfortable with me when I pass through their snooty, gated community While it pays no mind to what's being done to my psyche This self destructive entity wasn't only the part of my reality I was told to bury It is the entirety of my history, sad and happy, comedy and tragedy I was it and it was me, the merger went so smoothly I believed it was absolutely meant to be, probably Fighting myself got messy and wasn't necessarily a necessity In the end there was no surprise who's hand was raised in victory I already knew the part of me that held superiority but everyone else said it'd turn out differently Like they got some kind of decoder key Of course it didn't and they don't, thankfully I was welcomed back too once again become my own worst enemy It ain't good company but I personally accept that personality and it's starting to warm up to me finally It's been a strange journey, be thankful I didn't ask you to join me ©2023

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Nov 1, 2023

Nov 1, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Emergency Glass ~•§•~

I'm not the only me I see when I see me looking back at me Bewildered by the impossibility of a blind visionary with the foresight to look past me to find me I got caught staring so intently I lost sight of the true me completely You see such savagery and think it must have been nurtured from infancy While true, I had it in check, hidden away in the captivity of a long forgotten memory But it still remembered me, waited patiently, predicting my return with a whimsical accuracy It heard me frantically trying to find the glass to break in case of emergency Not to set it free but to once again embrace what was scary, what might be the reality of the actual me Instantly I handed over the key, didn't even keep a copy for me Knowing exactly what I was doing and what it'd do to me mentally It was always going to happen this way eventually Finding solace in it's monotony, no more uncertainty Both wake up and go to bed with the same angry energy Done with the pleasantry and all the pageantry projected outwardly to seem more neighborly Just so the world could be more comfortable with me when I pass through their snooty, gated community While it pays no mind to what's being done to my psyche This self destructive entity wasn't only the part of my reality I was told to bury It is the entirety of my history, sad and happy, comedy and tragedy I was it and it was me, the merger went so smoothly I believed it was absolutely meant to be, probably Fighting myself got messy and wasn't necessarily a necessity In the end there was no surprise who's hand was raised in victory I already knew the part of me that held superiority but everyone else said it'd turn out differently Like they got some kind of decoder key Of course it didn't and they don't, thankfully I was welcomed back too once again become my own worst enemy It ain't good company but I personally accept that personality and it's starting to warm up to me finally It's been a strange journey, be thankful I didn't ask you to join me ©2023

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I want to barbarically remove my heart And lay it like a horse head on the pillow next to you Then challenge myself to get far away from you Before the inevitable collapse from the lack of a heart ©2024

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Oct 31, 2024

Oct 31, 2024 at 3:33 AM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Heartless ~•§•~

I want to barbarically remove my heart And lay it like a horse head on the pillow next to you Then challenge myself to get far away from you Before the inevitable collapse from the lack of a heart ©2024

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A pageant of recklessness A disregarded package of regrets and resentments Tired and penniless Unrepairable, no time to do maintenance Unguarded and anxious A messenger absent of messages An organic premise of a pesimess Heart of ice and might be the coldest A lot of truth is said in jest Even if hard to digest But how is it I'm still on karma's shiit list? It's hit list might as well be a balled up fist Split personality, Both turn against me with the quickness Okay life, I give in, you win, You're better than me at this I've seen enough, I'm done, Don't force me to continue to be a witness To this travesty you supplied me with to begin with ©2024

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May 31, 2024

May 31, 2024 at 3:52 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ A Pageant of Recklessness ~•§•~

A pageant of recklessness A disregarded package of regrets and resentments Tired and penniless Unrepairable, no time to do maintenance Unguarded and anxious A messenger absent of messages An organic premise of a pesimess Heart of ice and might be the coldest A lot of truth is said in jest Even if hard to digest But how is it I'm still on karma's shiit list? It's hit list might as well be a balled up fist Split personality, Both turn against me with the quickness Okay life, I give in, you win, You're better than me at this I've seen enough, I'm done, Don't force me to continue to be a witness To this travesty you supplied me with to begin with ©2024

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Loving me Is some kind of chore apparently From what I see It seems to be done begrudgingly It is mostly Basic surface level pageantry So there is a "we" But my end can be changed out if need be The worst part has to be That I can't help but give completely And organically Which always finds it's way around to biting me in the ***** ©2024

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Nov 7, 2024

Nov 7, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Surface Level Pageantry ~•§•~

Loving me Is some kind of chore apparently From what I see It seems to be done begrudgingly It is mostly Basic surface level pageantry So there is a "we" But my end can be changed out if need be The worst part has to be That I can't help but give completely And organically Which always finds it's way around to biting me in the ***** ©2024

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I'd rather completely lack a memory That functions fully Then solely have this rapid fire slideshow pageantry Of anguish and agony Spinning wildly Come by and see A life lost with no death genre of tragedy And if it's like they say, If this is the only way, The way it has to be, Then maybe Life is simply Not for me ©2024

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Oct 13, 2024

Oct 13, 2024 at 2:16 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ No Thank You ~•§•~

I'd rather completely lack a memory That functions fully Then solely have this rapid fire slideshow pageantry Of anguish and agony Spinning wildly Come by and see A life lost with no death genre of tragedy And if it's like they say, If this is the only way, The way it has to be, Then maybe Life is simply Not for me ©2024

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