#tantalus - Hello Poetry

I am a menace. Scuttling between paper leaves and doors. I can’t tell which ones are unlocked. My clattering legs will skitter across your countertop, and I have felt so small. I have been out of sight longer than I’ve been alive and I knock your dishes onto the under-grown floor. The tinkling of porcelain is my alarm clock. I bounce off the fine china, my arms stretched around me, and I wonder how you could miss all these pieces. My hands are too small to cause such destruction. But my hands can reach much further than yours. So I slide myself between cracks. I become a line, another crack, and I bring you the slivers. Wedged between the tiles and glittering from termite holes. I bring you the glue and my sickly face blushes from embarrassment and apologies. I am learning what good my hands can do as I bandage and kiss your poor, ****** fingertips.

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Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC

DeliaGrace

Tantalus

I am a menace. Scuttling between paper leaves and doors. I can’t tell which ones are unlocked. My clattering legs will skitter across your countertop, and I have felt so small. I have been out of sight longer than I’ve been alive and I knock your dishes onto the under-grown floor. The tinkling of porcelain is my alarm clock. I bounce off the fine china, my arms stretched around me, and I wonder how you could miss all these pieces. My hands are too small to cause such destruction. But my hands can reach much further than yours. So I slide myself between cracks. I become a line, another crack, and I bring you the slivers. Wedged between the tiles and glittering from termite holes. I bring you the glue and my sickly face blushes from embarrassment and apologies. I am learning what good my hands can do as I bandage and kiss your poor, ****** fingertips.

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As the days get deeper So does the hole People start losing their unique ****** qualities The objects in your house become dull clutter Monday morphs into Tuesday and Tuesday morphs into Wednesday and Wednesday morphs into Thursday and All of a sudden you don’t know what day it is. The only thing that doesn’t lose its edge Are the words that pump out from your lung, to vibrate from your vocal cords, then are fine tuned from your larynx, and emanate from your articulators. Those are the words that stuff me deeper into the hole. Sometimes it’s not words but actions That burry me under and into the darkness. This hole I speak of, ***** you in and won’t let you out Until you’ve admitted defeat And hell, You’ll never live to see the day that I, Admit Defeat.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

Trinity-Jones

Defeat

As the days get deeper So does the hole People start losing their unique ****** qualities The objects in your house become dull clutter Monday morphs into Tuesday and Tuesday morphs into Wednesday and Wednesday morphs into Thursday and All of a sudden you don’t know what day it is. The only thing that doesn’t lose its edge Are the words that pump out from your lung, to vibrate from your vocal cords, then are fine tuned from your larynx, and emanate from your articulators. Those are the words that stuff me deeper into the hole. Sometimes it’s not words but actions That burry me under and into the darkness. This hole I speak of, ***** you in and won’t let you out Until you’ve admitted defeat And hell, You’ll never live to see the day that I, Admit Defeat.

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There’s shadows and there’s truth And there’re places I can’t reach Oh, there are bright scenes So shiny so real That’ll never occur. My voice to you is clatter Filled with eerie sounds Pretending to be words Pretending to be significance Deftly interconnected. Have you also noticed There’s always a taste of loss Every time we keep talking Instead of kissing Instead of simply stay still? Sorry about this nostalgia I only want to have less Only want to stop gaining Feel you not with the skin But by being entirely you. Want to hear you as a verse Ready to form a universe Ready to claim beyond language Spitting all purposes Collapsing time, going ahead. Let me loose the meaning Beside your worthwhile hips Let me be as a cell Able to raise a galaxy Let’s fulfill silence > Let's arise sphere.

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC

albessan

Tantalized

There’s shadows and there’s truth And there’re places I can’t reach Oh, there are bright scenes So shiny so real That’ll never occur. My voice to you is clatter Filled with eerie sounds Pretending to be words Pretending to be significance Deftly interconnected. Have you also noticed There’s always a taste of loss Every time we keep talking Instead of kissing Instead of simply stay still? Sorry about this nostalgia I only want to have less Only want to stop gaining Feel you not with the skin But by being entirely you. Want to hear you as a verse Ready to form a universe Ready to claim beyond language Spitting all purposes Collapsing time, going ahead. Let me loose the meaning Beside your worthwhile hips Let me be as a cell Able to raise a galaxy Let’s fulfill silence > Let's arise sphere.

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Sometimes I catch him just looking at me and my mind goes blank. The way he looks at me is one of the best feelings; I feel wanted, I feel like I'm the person that someone else needs. The way he holds on to me feels like he never wants to let go and I feel more than safe but I can't have any of it. I can't fall for the way he gazes at me and I can't long for the way he holds me.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC

Trinity-Jones

Looks

Sometimes I catch him just looking at me and my mind goes blank. The way he looks at me is one of the best feelings; I feel wanted, I feel like I'm the person that someone else needs. The way he holds on to me feels like he never wants to let go and I feel more than safe but I can't have any of it. I can't fall for the way he gazes at me and I can't long for the way he holds me.

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