#reserve - Hello Poetry

Gather round me children Listen to my words It's not about, the where and when But armor, you should gird Youth is indestructible That's what the young will think Souls and hearts not corruptible By sins, deeds, flesh, and drink Forever is the stain of the past Kept in all the memories Some misshapen and miscast Arrayed in mental armories Don't let your love be bitter bled Do better than I, my daughter, son Do the things that I have said And not the things I've done

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

The Haunts of age

Gather round me children Listen to my words It's not about, the where and when But armor, you should gird Youth is indestructible That's what the young will think Souls and hearts not corruptible By sins, deeds, flesh, and drink Forever is the stain of the past Kept in all the memories Some misshapen and miscast Arrayed in mental armories Don't let your love be bitter bled Do better than I, my daughter, son Do the things that I have said And not the things I've done

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So what I drink all my calories I'm sane and you're not, bruh It's never enough even to wear what you're wearing and talk like you talk, do you even care? Killing myself keeping things legit in your sphere Black sheep combine forces to feel wanted, keeping your company I feel blocked when you're nodding. Yes, I'm acting just like you want me, bruh, I'm coming up short to your haughti ness, blessed with a sense of self stopping just short of your level and what the hell, what I am doing here fighting for otherness, concerned with the purity of water of my brothers and my sisters of the covenant You talk about faith when it comes to prey that you're stalking, keep it strong, yolo, fleek, and a hashtag To be honest I'm scared that my hometown will be infested with those the internet claimed and ingest, swallowed with speed of light, people spit out as pesticide turning the verdant green such a ****** brown Yes you're so on top and classy, lacking purposely the tenets that turn a body fancy Cool *** beard bro, girl that's a freak *** hairdo, up in the midst short sides a pool cue locked in your hands up inside a ******* dive bar, midnight drive holding a pipe 'hind your headlights, Yes you're mixing with the best making them arrogant, such a lens to view the struggles they been through, Weird queer younglings in their late twenties and homeless at some point, only the noise of the sirens and blue lit bathrooms, keeper of the needle rights, and happiness,5-0 lights blasting on naito, picking on the kids white/brown outside washing the day away with the kiss of the pabst taking a nap on the grass on the waterfront blessed with lives with beards and queers passing by as they want one.

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Sep 20, 2015

Sep 20, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC

wren-djinn-rain

Insomniacts: "211"

So what I drink all my calories I'm sane and you're not, bruh It's never enough even to wear what you're wearing and talk like you talk, do you even care? Killing myself keeping things legit in your sphere Black sheep combine forces to feel wanted, keeping your company I feel blocked when you're nodding. Yes, I'm acting just like you want me, bruh, I'm coming up short to your haughti ness, blessed with a sense of self stopping just short of your level and what the hell, what I am doing here fighting for otherness, concerned with the purity of water of my brothers and my sisters of the covenant You talk about faith when it comes to prey that you're stalking, keep it strong, yolo, fleek, and a hashtag To be honest I'm scared that my hometown will be infested with those the internet claimed and ingest, swallowed with speed of light, people spit out as pesticide turning the verdant green such a ****** brown Yes you're so on top and classy, lacking purposely the tenets that turn a body fancy Cool *** beard bro, girl that's a freak *** hairdo, up in the midst short sides a pool cue locked in your hands up inside a ******* dive bar, midnight drive holding a pipe 'hind your headlights, Yes you're mixing with the best making them arrogant, such a lens to view the struggles they been through, Weird queer younglings in their late twenties and homeless at some point, only the noise of the sirens and blue lit bathrooms, keeper of the needle rights, and happiness,5-0 lights blasting on naito, picking on the kids white/brown outside washing the day away with the kiss of the pabst taking a nap on the grass on the waterfront blessed with lives with beards and queers passing by as they want one.

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I wake up every morning clutching my reserve like you clutch your smartphone, pleading with it in a whisper, "Please don't die on me."

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC

tntcl

Patience for the Impatient

I wake up every morning clutching my reserve like you clutch your smartphone, pleading with it in a whisper, "Please don't die on me."

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