#shortish - Hello Poetry

well we can sit inside the sun for days growing hungry, foaming at the mouth like the red will gloss over our lips cooling the flames bursting from our eyelids- stare in silence waiting for bad dreams hoping old ghost are familiar faces to greet like black plagues coughed up in disease watching our skin disintegrate into the bone and wash out to the sea- and i could sit and wait for the fire to spread bursting through your blood vessels again and again until your eyes run black, how much longer until the end i've waited for this moment long before it even began! -i could watch this world crash and burn before i lift a finger i've waited so long to watch us fall apart, watch the taste linger- if this is the start of the end then lets end the small talk telling us to say we're old friends because if i could i would cut you off from all this pretend and imagine a world where there's no more to bend! pluck! out! my! eyes! i want to forget! the voice comes around to let my thoughts grow sound! if there's anyway to start, then lets begin! -i'll wait inside your closed closet doors hoping that when i come out, you'll be nothing more-

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC

we-are-stories

-chrapt-

well we can sit inside the sun for days growing hungry, foaming at the mouth like the red will gloss over our lips cooling the flames bursting from our eyelids- stare in silence waiting for bad dreams hoping old ghost are familiar faces to greet like black plagues coughed up in disease watching our skin disintegrate into the bone and wash out to the sea- and i could sit and wait for the fire to spread bursting through your blood vessels again and again until your eyes run black, how much longer until the end i've waited for this moment long before it even began! -i could watch this world crash and burn before i lift a finger i've waited so long to watch us fall apart, watch the taste linger- if this is the start of the end then lets end the small talk telling us to say we're old friends because if i could i would cut you off from all this pretend and imagine a world where there's no more to bend! pluck! out! my! eyes! i want to forget! the voice comes around to let my thoughts grow sound! if there's anyway to start, then lets begin! -i'll wait inside your closed closet doors hoping that when i come out, you'll be nothing more-

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I have been told "It's not who you think about at 2:00 AM When you're lonely It's who you think about at 2:00 PM When you're busy" But I think about you constantly even when you're next to me and I wonder how it is I got so lucky for you to be this in love with me

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC

dancing_ent

Busy

I have been told "It's not who you think about at 2:00 AM When you're lonely It's who you think about at 2:00 PM When you're busy" But I think about you constantly even when you're next to me and I wonder how it is I got so lucky for you to be this in love with me

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So cold. I can't go on. I can't. I tread well worn snow, Retracing my steps, hoping to go back To the time green grass littered the ground. I can't go on. Not forwards. Unknown. Unknown. I can't go on. Not without my Mother. Not in the shadow of my Father. I must go on. A spectre On a black horse tracks me, waiting. Wants me to fall, scavenge me. Take my body, pour dirt on it. Give me strength. False or true To take the steps that I must. Like Moses in the desert, I can't go on. I can't go on. I'll go on

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Aug 30, 2020

Aug 30, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC

Kenko

I can't go on

So cold. I can't go on. I can't. I tread well worn snow, Retracing my steps, hoping to go back To the time green grass littered the ground. I can't go on. Not forwards. Unknown. Unknown. I can't go on. Not without my Mother. Not in the shadow of my Father. I must go on. A spectre On a black horse tracks me, waiting. Wants me to fall, scavenge me. Take my body, pour dirt on it. Give me strength. False or true To take the steps that I must. Like Moses in the desert, I can't go on. I can't go on. I'll go on

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