#tina - Hello Poetry

Knock knock, who’s that? Glance through the peephole **** I’ve missed you and that’s a fact Here take my money and my soul Can I ask you what your name is? Oh, wow what a lovely name Tina, I remember our very first kiss You walked out and I’ve only myself to blame It feels as if I cannot live without you That I wouldn’t make it out alive There’s an explanation that’s due You keep me alive long enough to survive My mind has many thoughts but mainly parasites I can’t control the want because it has now become a need Between my mind and surroundings I don’t know what the **** is right I wish you never would have planted that first seed.

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Nov 23, 2021

Nov 23, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC

codyjon

Regret

Knock knock, who’s that? Glance through the peephole **** I’ve missed you and that’s a fact Here take my money and my soul Can I ask you what your name is? Oh, wow what a lovely name Tina, I remember our very first kiss You walked out and I’ve only myself to blame It feels as if I cannot live without you That I wouldn’t make it out alive There’s an explanation that’s due You keep me alive long enough to survive My mind has many thoughts but mainly parasites I can’t control the want because it has now become a need Between my mind and surroundings I don’t know what the **** is right I wish you never would have planted that first seed.

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I want to say that I didn’t love the burn, the one single tear falling. I want to say that I only did it once, but that would be a lie. I want to say that I loved it more than you, but you introduced me. I loved it as much as I did you.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC

Sadboi

Itching

I want to say that I didn’t love the burn, the one single tear falling. I want to say that I only did it once, but that would be a lie. I want to say that I loved it more than you, but you introduced me. I loved it as much as I did you.

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Maybe you're the colosseum. The code to get through the glass doors is actually just '1954'. You could put up the painting of me at auction, or I could take a cruise from London to the Islands North of Siberia, a stop in a department store in Northern Greece. I stop and take a ride in the middle front-third seat of a older friend's younger brother's car, and force all of them to come outside and see the spider's eggs at Bob-o-Link. Massive cornucopias of cotton walls entwined with silk. In the department store I ask to be introduced to someone who can take me by the hand and recognize me by my number, show me everything I'll need to shoot a full-length feature, even how I can get to Prague so I can do a little shopping. But the horror of seeing is so frightening, and the girl that I came with wants to do nothing. I find a little shop selling Czech candies, music, and newspapers, so I try to buy everything but the horror is getting closer. I'm in a lazy Susan, how often does that happen? One more turn and I'll lose my stomach contents and then I won't need anything. I take a climb up a street that says "Smrzlinu Ahead," but the houses on the street are all either empty or boarded up. I drift in the soccer field, watching my legs, looking over my shoulder. I fall for a pile of clothes that can hide me but are also very soft to lay in. Another cruise- tropical, perhaps? Somewhere for coy adults, who shed their skin in Winter when their eyes start molting off. Someday I will place both hands into the ocean, I'll dream huge, and go swimming until I start to laugh. One day I'll sink to the floor of the bourn, maybe the same day I wake up and I'm not swimming alone.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC

martin-narrod

swimming. alone.

Maybe you're the colosseum. The code to get through the glass doors is actually just '1954'. You could put up the painting of me at auction, or I could take a cruise from London to the Islands North of Siberia, a stop in a department store in Northern Greece. I stop and take a ride in the middle front-third seat of a older friend's younger brother's car, and force all of them to come outside and see the spider's eggs at Bob-o-Link. Massive cornucopias of cotton walls entwined with silk. In the department store I ask to be introduced to someone who can take me by the hand and recognize me by my number, show me everything I'll need to shoot a full-length feature, even how I can get to Prague so I can do a little shopping. But the horror of seeing is so frightening, and the girl that I came with wants to do nothing. I find a little shop selling Czech candies, music, and newspapers, so I try to buy everything but the horror is getting closer. I'm in a lazy Susan, how often does that happen? One more turn and I'll lose my stomach contents and then I won't need anything. I take a climb up a street that says "Smrzlinu Ahead," but the houses on the street are all either empty or boarded up. I drift in the soccer field, watching my legs, looking over my shoulder. I fall for a pile of clothes that can hide me but are also very soft to lay in. Another cruise- tropical, perhaps? Somewhere for coy adults, who shed their skin in Winter when their eyes start molting off. Someday I will place both hands into the ocean, I'll dream huge, and go swimming until I start to laugh. One day I'll sink to the floor of the bourn, maybe the same day I wake up and I'm not swimming alone.

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