#siken - Hello Poetry

and if this parking lot is the sole spectator of my heart attack, i’m okay with it. and this feels like something siken would wax poetic about, you’re sitting in a ****** sedan with broken windows with a pretty girl in a parking lot- but again and again, i’ll beat him to it. i’ll wax poetics about you until your shoes are shiny and your ring is gleaming. for once in my sixteen years of life, i love you becomes a real, tangible thing i can touch. for once in my sixteen years of life, ten years from now doesn't matter, because twenty-six will not feel like this. and if you’ll throw away this memory in three months, i’ll pick it up and store it in a glass jar next to my bed. because at sixteen, all you are is real.

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Jan 19, 2021

Jan 19, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC

comaets

amber lights

and if this parking lot is the sole spectator of my heart attack, i’m okay with it. and this feels like something siken would wax poetic about, you’re sitting in a ****** sedan with broken windows with a pretty girl in a parking lot- but again and again, i’ll beat him to it. i’ll wax poetics about you until your shoes are shiny and your ring is gleaming. for once in my sixteen years of life, i love you becomes a real, tangible thing i can touch. for once in my sixteen years of life, ten years from now doesn't matter, because twenty-six will not feel like this. and if you’ll throw away this memory in three months, i’ll pick it up and store it in a glass jar next to my bed. because at sixteen, all you are is real.

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Say every year is a step away From who you once were And is a step closer To who you will be Ten years is ten steps Ten steps and ten lessons Ten lessons that shape Who you will become In ten years you will be Ten steps away from now And ten steps Closer to then Say ten years ago you liked fiction And now, ten years later, You only read memoirs Say ten years ago you were angry An now, ten years later, You can’t remember why Say ten years ago your hair was brown And now, ten years later Your hair is blonde Say ten years from now you live In a big city with loud noises But now, ten years before, You live at home and are uncertain Say ten years ago you Would never do that And now, ten years later, It is all you ever do Ten years full of growth Ten years full of lessons Ten years full of discovering You and what makes you whole Say ten years ago you felt alone And now, ten years later, You have comfort In solitude

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Aug 8, 2020

Aug 8, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC

ally_gottesman

Ten Years

Say every year is a step away From who you once were And is a step closer To who you will be Ten years is ten steps Ten steps and ten lessons Ten lessons that shape Who you will become In ten years you will be Ten steps away from now And ten steps Closer to then Say ten years ago you liked fiction And now, ten years later, You only read memoirs Say ten years ago you were angry An now, ten years later, You can’t remember why Say ten years ago your hair was brown And now, ten years later Your hair is blonde Say ten years from now you live In a big city with loud noises But now, ten years before, You live at home and are uncertain Say ten years ago you Would never do that And now, ten years later, It is all you ever do Ten years full of growth Ten years full of lessons Ten years full of discovering You and what makes you whole Say ten years ago you felt alone And now, ten years later, You have comfort In solitude

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we stay up all night for no particular reason, and you tell me all sorts of things that i want to hear and it's funny because (like a little inside joke) you know what you're doing. you know that i know what you're doing. but you tell me anyway, because the black mold on your ceiling is shaped like a heart. because your favorite character from that one show you can't stop thinking about reminds you of me. and i wanna tell you to stop, i wanna make you wish you were here just to shove my head on the ground by my hair, rip my lying tongue out with teeth - but why should i care? (masque ou décor, salut!) baby, if we're gonna break each other apart we better make it count. the pain better be what it takes to grind a billion galaxies into a single aching spot of phenomenal heat. we'll restart the universe with this. but meanwhile, did you know (it's funny, like an inside joke) that pain means bread in french?

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC

sickophantic

pain is bread in french

we stay up all night for no particular reason, and you tell me all sorts of things that i want to hear and it's funny because (like a little inside joke) you know what you're doing. you know that i know what you're doing. but you tell me anyway, because the black mold on your ceiling is shaped like a heart. because your favorite character from that one show you can't stop thinking about reminds you of me. and i wanna tell you to stop, i wanna make you wish you were here just to shove my head on the ground by my hair, rip my lying tongue out with teeth - but why should i care? (masque ou décor, salut!) baby, if we're gonna break each other apart we better make it count. the pain better be what it takes to grind a billion galaxies into a single aching spot of phenomenal heat. we'll restart the universe with this. but meanwhile, did you know (it's funny, like an inside joke) that pain means bread in french?

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you are curled into a shell of a back hallway into the syncopated off-beat into the dark when I close my eyes when I cannot bear to watch this anymore I have seen it I have seen this movie and the hero dies at the end and the girl cries the funeral is too loud in the grave by the highway where the cars can’t stop won’t stop and I am bleeding out in between your fingertips I am pouring out between the ridges of the carpet and even in all of my pieces I can see you refuse to admit that you are holding my life in your hands I could live without you for at least an hour I could do it I could forget I could live for sixty glorious minutes I could crush the bitter glass between my swollen lips and taste you on every ragged inhalation and live I don’t believe you neither do I but you could at least lie, for my sake, you could at least try to pick up the pieces What pieces? **** you What pieces? the pieces What pieces? the ones on the pavement What pavement? my pavement The pavement you chose, the pavement you are painted on, the pavement you are falling between the cracks of Yes, the pavement It’s red hot this time of year I know. How long has it been? 4 minutes Am I dead yet? No Am I alive? Not quite **** you You’re just in pieces I know. How much longer till I’ve won? A lifetime Well how long will that take? How should I know? Am I done yet? *The girl’s feet won’t be ****** after she runs down the street* It’s dry, then Cleaned, by now How long? Long enough

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Mar 4, 2015

Mar 4, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC

olivia-amelia

Pavement

you are curled into a shell of a back hallway into the syncopated off-beat into the dark when I close my eyes when I cannot bear to watch this anymore I have seen it I have seen this movie and the hero dies at the end and the girl cries the funeral is too loud in the grave by the highway where the cars can’t stop won’t stop and I am bleeding out in between your fingertips I am pouring out between the ridges of the carpet and even in all of my pieces I can see you refuse to admit that you are holding my life in your hands I could live without you for at least an hour I could do it I could forget I could live for sixty glorious minutes I could crush the bitter glass between my swollen lips and taste you on every ragged inhalation and live I don’t believe you neither do I but you could at least lie, for my sake, you could at least try to pick up the pieces What pieces? **** you What pieces? the pieces What pieces? the ones on the pavement What pavement? my pavement The pavement you chose, the pavement you are painted on, the pavement you are falling between the cracks of Yes, the pavement It’s red hot this time of year I know. How long has it been? 4 minutes Am I dead yet? No Am I alive? Not quite **** you You’re just in pieces I know. How much longer till I’ve won? A lifetime Well how long will that take? How should I know? Am I done yet? *The girl’s feet won’t be ****** after she runs down the street* It’s dry, then Cleaned, by now How long? Long enough

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