#subways - Hello Poetry

my eyes are tired wish i could sleep smells of coffee and cologne that's cheap the clicking of nails on the slick wood table everything i do is so unstable a sound from my stomach i'm really hungry looking in the mirror the reflection's ugly

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC

casper_the_undead

subway morning blues

my eyes are tired wish i could sleep smells of coffee and cologne that's cheap the clicking of nails on the slick wood table everything i do is so unstable a sound from my stomach i'm really hungry looking in the mirror the reflection's ugly

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You're scared. Something about me arouses the forgotten ashes. The ones that have been spread far and wide in the back of your mind. I can tell that your involvement with me lights up parts of your brain that sends an SOS signal to your entire core. There's something within me that doesn't allow you to function how you'd like too. I'm skipping turnstiles and playing musical chairs in your brain, lighting up familiar triggers you can't quite figure. That's why you act like a relucilant adolescent, who only knows complications. You're not really complicated, you're stubborn. That's why your kisses are limited. Your touch is always as distant as possible. Reluctant at times. There's parts of me you're too afraid to touch, to maraud. Your lack of receptiveness completely turns me off. Makes me want to runaway without a say. Yet I know it'd be far more better if I played with fire and ignited a fire from your cupid's bow to your toes. Cease a fire across your body that you cannot calm. A fire that would consume your entirety. Devour your being. One that sparks your soul. & with my bare hands seed a soil that's been in need of loving. I have a fire match ready for you, hand delivered by a cherub. Let us consumate a taboo, you say when. Quickly I'll slide my thumb down the side of your lip, with my index finger adjacent to your top lip, cupping my fingers in, I'll pour in you the sweetest gasoline. Within you I'll ignite the parts you've neglected so much. Within you, they'll be a big bang, it'll be where our new love began.

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Oct 22, 2019

Oct 22, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC

SimbasNala

A train

You're scared. Something about me arouses the forgotten ashes. The ones that have been spread far and wide in the back of your mind. I can tell that your involvement with me lights up parts of your brain that sends an SOS signal to your entire core. There's something within me that doesn't allow you to function how you'd like too. I'm skipping turnstiles and playing musical chairs in your brain, lighting up familiar triggers you can't quite figure. That's why you act like a relucilant adolescent, who only knows complications. You're not really complicated, you're stubborn. That's why your kisses are limited. Your touch is always as distant as possible. Reluctant at times. There's parts of me you're too afraid to touch, to maraud. Your lack of receptiveness completely turns me off. Makes me want to runaway without a say. Yet I know it'd be far more better if I played with fire and ignited a fire from your cupid's bow to your toes. Cease a fire across your body that you cannot calm. A fire that would consume your entirety. Devour your being. One that sparks your soul. & with my bare hands seed a soil that's been in need of loving. I have a fire match ready for you, hand delivered by a cherub. Let us consumate a taboo, you say when. Quickly I'll slide my thumb down the side of your lip, with my index finger adjacent to your top lip, cupping my fingers in, I'll pour in you the sweetest gasoline. Within you I'll ignite the parts you've neglected so much. Within you, they'll be a big bang, it'll be where our new love began.

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In the city of hustle and horn, they gather under. They are the students and the teachers, the movers and the moved. They are the mothers, the marrow of this reef concrete. They sustain. On track, on train, kneel before their black-clad unseen brilliance, cloistered in this tedium, zipped and snapped up in fleece-lined neoprene like it’s the end. They alone can stretch and see how it almost always is. Only those with breath pressed up to the raucous edge can see the darkness depart for sunrise.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC

s-fletcher

I did not write this poem: Penn Station

In the city of hustle and horn, they gather under. They are the students and the teachers, the movers and the moved. They are the mothers, the marrow of this reef concrete. They sustain. On track, on train, kneel before their black-clad unseen brilliance, cloistered in this tedium, zipped and snapped up in fleece-lined neoprene like it’s the end. They alone can stretch and see how it almost always is. Only those with breath pressed up to the raucous edge can see the darkness depart for sunrise.

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Asphault rats Lonely suits guide longing snug tightly hungry beasts around cigarette under bridges smoke hidden through afterglow under ****** oceans rippling Ivy League snarling hoods fraternity paddels through tunnels slapping clean leaving subway bruised-white cars lonely old-money ***** trudging aimless walking tall after some through window fortune here lookouts of in S.E shining N.W corners D.C. sidewalks D.C

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC

chase-graham

Diamond District

Asphault rats Lonely suits guide longing snug tightly hungry beasts around cigarette under bridges smoke hidden through afterglow under ****** oceans rippling Ivy League snarling hoods fraternity paddels through tunnels slapping clean leaving subway bruised-white cars lonely old-money ***** trudging aimless walking tall after some through window fortune here lookouts of in S.E shining N.W corners D.C. sidewalks D.C

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Good Morning. Feeling a sleepy kind of peaceful today. I am finding a calmness in not knowing. For the first time (in quite some time) I don't know what I'm looking for... But I do have clues about where to find it. warmer warmer... It all of a sudden feels like so much is out there and I want to grab it all at once, but I can only carry one thing at a time... Otherwise it's too heavy to bring with me on the subway.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

Rose-Flows

warmer warmer...

Good Morning. Feeling a sleepy kind of peaceful today. I am finding a calmness in not knowing. For the first time (in quite some time) I don't know what I'm looking for... But I do have clues about where to find it. warmer warmer... It all of a sudden feels like so much is out there and I want to grab it all at once, but I can only carry one thing at a time... Otherwise it's too heavy to bring with me on the subway.

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