#salted - Hello Poetry

candy is sweet, most of it anyway. some salted like cara mel, some spicy like cin na mon, my favorite is bit ter chocolate. what does that say about me?

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Oct 1, 2020

Oct 1, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC

CAS

sweet

candy is sweet, most of it anyway. some salted like cara mel, some spicy like cin na mon, my favorite is bit ter chocolate. what does that say about me?

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The salted whispers Run through me, As I dream of the Inevitable gore, Of my fears. That flood My mind.

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC

mystique_elixir

Don't wake me up,

The salted whispers Run through me, As I dream of the Inevitable gore, Of my fears. That flood My mind.

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~~~ find loose change, half used tissues, dry cleaning tags unremoved, oops, too late, she, after the fact, worn all day on the outside of the blouse, the holes in the socks now visible, after the shoes removed, ah, he smiles, the remains of the day, the waiting way meeting markers some find true love once or twice, isn't that nice, most do not, though they give it their best shot, too many, never, but not, for want or effort. and life is nothing better than a salty say can you ice skate on a frozen pond? because that is what it feels like: spill, laugh, spill again, a modest laugh at your clumsy foolishness, a blasted silent curse at the hardness and the harshness of this skating on thick, hard, slippery unforgiving ice life once more, for with no luck at all, primarily, you care - who saw you, limp from the field, defeated, for the visible bruises of the bent head, the phony grin, the shaky aura of failure stench ain't nothing compared to your own revulsion at your spilling over at the loose change, half used tissues that say, aw are you OK?

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC

path-humble

the salted say, the waiting way, the spilling over

~~~ find loose change, half used tissues, dry cleaning tags unremoved, oops, too late, she, after the fact, worn all day on the outside of the blouse, the holes in the socks now visible, after the shoes removed, ah, he smiles, the remains of the day, the waiting way meeting markers some find true love once or twice, isn't that nice, most do not, though they give it their best shot, too many, never, but not, for want or effort. and life is nothing better than a salty say can you ice skate on a frozen pond? because that is what it feels like: spill, laugh, spill again, a modest laugh at your clumsy foolishness, a blasted silent curse at the hardness and the harshness of this skating on thick, hard, slippery unforgiving ice life once more, for with no luck at all, primarily, you care - who saw you, limp from the field, defeated, for the visible bruises of the bent head, the phony grin, the shaky aura of failure stench ain't nothing compared to your own revulsion at your spilling over at the loose change, half used tissues that say, aw are you OK?

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i am refined in an ring of fire found under my halo ? ... .. .

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Feb 13, 2018

Feb 13, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC

lashingstars

under my halo

i am refined in an ring of fire found under my halo ? ... .. .

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