#shitpoems - Hello Poetry

Opposite loft blues. I've seen the Maroon. Moon in your eyes. When you smiled as you cried. From the shadow of your boots. Dying in your labyrinth of mind. Standing. Gasping from time wasted. Slapped granite blankets. As your rust eyes close & Your face turns invisible. Starting with your nose. Screaming the song. You would oppose But then think Just maybe you were supposed to die. & Then you did. You got rid of your pains. Starring aimlessly. Through those maroon eyes. Garrett Johnson.

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Nov 14, 2019

Nov 14, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC

SwampySuaver

Opposite loft blues.

Opposite loft blues. I've seen the Maroon. Moon in your eyes. When you smiled as you cried. From the shadow of your boots. Dying in your labyrinth of mind. Standing. Gasping from time wasted. Slapped granite blankets. As your rust eyes close & Your face turns invisible. Starting with your nose. Screaming the song. You would oppose But then think Just maybe you were supposed to die. & Then you did. You got rid of your pains. Starring aimlessly. Through those maroon eyes. Garrett Johnson.

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Washington’s finest. The air of Aberdeen is cathartic and grimy. The girls of Edmonds are cute. The world of Seattle is inventive. The boys of Olympia are alive and tired The dirt of Gold Bar is ancient with a tang. The sea of Tacoma is repaired in green. The tears of Monroe are small. Evergreen. Evergreen. Take me away. Garrett Johnson

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Sep 24, 2019

Sep 24, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC

SwampySuaver

Washington’s finest.

Washington’s finest. The air of Aberdeen is cathartic and grimy. The girls of Edmonds are cute. The world of Seattle is inventive. The boys of Olympia are alive and tired The dirt of Gold Bar is ancient with a tang. The sea of Tacoma is repaired in green. The tears of Monroe are small. Evergreen. Evergreen. Take me away. Garrett Johnson

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Lovely Ruins. Tossed through ash. Cold. Bruised. Sail to me for conversation. Not A lover to one. Not one for another. Covered by lips. The old teachings. Learned to be alone. Take up enchantments of touch. Tremolos in the fingers. Grip on nothing. All to be nothing but the trees in Fall. Garrett Johnson.

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC

SwampySuaver

Lovely Ruins.

Lovely Ruins. Tossed through ash. Cold. Bruised. Sail to me for conversation. Not A lover to one. Not one for another. Covered by lips. The old teachings. Learned to be alone. Take up enchantments of touch. Tremolos in the fingers. Grip on nothing. All to be nothing but the trees in Fall. Garrett Johnson.

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Like a Rolling… Bukowski status. A lone roof. I'm done. Get down from there. You're going to die anyway. Weather you jump or not. You want a little death. I want a little death. Come on, show me. I wont. ********* You're wasting my time!. Garrett Johnson.

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC

SwampySuaver

Like a Rolling...

Like a Rolling… Bukowski status. A lone roof. I'm done. Get down from there. You're going to die anyway. Weather you jump or not. You want a little death. I want a little death. Come on, show me. I wont. ********* You're wasting my time!. Garrett Johnson.

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Rotten Gold. Maybe. A new. Maybe. An old. Maybe. The mystic. Maybe. The twisted of scene. Nothing. Nothing at all. Garrett Johnson.

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC

SwampySuaver

Rotten Gold.

Rotten Gold. Maybe. A new. Maybe. An old. Maybe. The mystic. Maybe. The twisted of scene. Nothing. Nothing at all. Garrett Johnson.

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Silent film. The hounds have come for me. Jeweled in swamp night air. Silent immaculate adventures. The suaver will have his choosing. Silver in the night. Cold ***** soft. Mad chariots seeking for a muse. I have no place here. For the great Eleesha will have her day. Cold with warm ciders and teas. Pleasantly. Empty. Garrett Johnson.

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Sep 8, 2019

Sep 8, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC

SwampySuaver

Silent Film.

Silent film. The hounds have come for me. Jeweled in swamp night air. Silent immaculate adventures. The suaver will have his choosing. Silver in the night. Cold ***** soft. Mad chariots seeking for a muse. I have no place here. For the great Eleesha will have her day. Cold with warm ciders and teas. Pleasantly. Empty. Garrett Johnson.

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Ash flower. Cold showers. Warm hands. Everything gone. tell the self it’s fine. When it’s not. I’m not. But i’m Ok. Not the only one. Raining tar. Running in noire. Fun times. Garrett Johnson

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Sep 6, 2019

Sep 6, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC

SwampySuaver

Ash flower.

Ash flower. Cold showers. Warm hands. Everything gone. tell the self it’s fine. When it’s not. I’m not. But i’m Ok. Not the only one. Raining tar. Running in noire. Fun times. Garrett Johnson

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Feelings at the theater. Take your life. Take the soap. Take the cigarettes. Take regrets. Take emotions. Take the lotion. Take the gun. Take the pines. Take the water. Burn. Garrett Johnson.

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Sep 4, 2019

Sep 4, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC

SwampySuaver

Feelings at the theater.

Feelings at the theater. Take your life. Take the soap. Take the cigarettes. Take regrets. Take emotions. Take the lotion. Take the gun. Take the pines. Take the water. Burn. Garrett Johnson.

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