#trashcan - Hello Poetry

I’m gonna dream a while Before it’s time to go And I leave home Because all roads lead to rome And I intent to find her in a mile Wasting my time meandering in the snow Feeling like a dog trapped in a cone Stuck in this endless drone I’m as high as heaven Scrawling up memories in dreams She was there back then, in the time of street beats Just kids snacking on packaged meats Some time after eleven Wearing different shades of cream None of us could handle the heat So we ducked in trash can shades, at least to meet We all played drums With pots and lids Kool-aid and innocent imaginings as fuel Felt rooted in yule Every day, that’s where we’d come It’s all we cared for as kids With minimal labels as fools But we were far from piles of tools It was that way Until it rained And the alley tended to reek At least for a week One day It was over, we were all strained Bonds too weak Insight on what kept us close, bleak For us, it was all too much rain Now I’m older I’m prouder Smoke shrouds her Now it’s disappearing vistas behind my eyes, just pain I’m a lot colder And I can’t see past her powder Make up all pretty like, enchanting power This is my bane Here I am, a bit bolder Cheap confidence post shower I’ll cower in my mistakes later I can’t find the cause Of this feeling I think this world is killing me What’s glee? In all these moments of need, no pause Just the bad choices I’m dealing On my knees Hoping this flip flop back is my key But I’m feeling a little hollow tonight I can’t hit the sack These eyes don’t close All I can do is pose This plastic is strangling my prose But then again, failure is my knack For now and forever, I’ve lost my light To nothing but my nature, forever blight

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Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC

DL_Poet

Street Beats

I’m gonna dream a while Before it’s time to go And I leave home Because all roads lead to rome And I intent to find her in a mile Wasting my time meandering in the snow Feeling like a dog trapped in a cone Stuck in this endless drone I’m as high as heaven Scrawling up memories in dreams She was there back then, in the time of street beats Just kids snacking on packaged meats Some time after eleven Wearing different shades of cream None of us could handle the heat So we ducked in trash can shades, at least to meet We all played drums With pots and lids Kool-aid and innocent imaginings as fuel Felt rooted in yule Every day, that’s where we’d come It’s all we cared for as kids With minimal labels as fools But we were far from piles of tools It was that way Until it rained And the alley tended to reek At least for a week One day It was over, we were all strained Bonds too weak Insight on what kept us close, bleak For us, it was all too much rain Now I’m older I’m prouder Smoke shrouds her Now it’s disappearing vistas behind my eyes, just pain I’m a lot colder And I can’t see past her powder Make up all pretty like, enchanting power This is my bane Here I am, a bit bolder Cheap confidence post shower I’ll cower in my mistakes later I can’t find the cause Of this feeling I think this world is killing me What’s glee? In all these moments of need, no pause Just the bad choices I’m dealing On my knees Hoping this flip flop back is my key But I’m feeling a little hollow tonight I can’t hit the sack These eyes don’t close All I can do is pose This plastic is strangling my prose But then again, failure is my knack For now and forever, I’ve lost my light To nothing but my nature, forever blight

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My parking space even though it doesn't have my name My place in the fridge front shelf it's always been, the same My trash can in the corner furthest from the door You parking in my place you get the evil eye, and more You move my food with your own pushing it, way back You relocate my wastebasket because of laziness manners, that you lack Why O Why is regiment disrupted by random fools trespassing all controls Foiling my process', and procedure's punching small, but leaky holes

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Jan 9, 2018

Jan 9, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

The games we play at work

My parking space even though it doesn't have my name My place in the fridge front shelf it's always been, the same My trash can in the corner furthest from the door You parking in my place you get the evil eye, and more You move my food with your own pushing it, way back You relocate my wastebasket because of laziness manners, that you lack Why O Why is regiment disrupted by random fools trespassing all controls Foiling my process', and procedure's punching small, but leaky holes

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I wear my heart on my sleeve because I don't really like it much myself. You can imagine me trying to brush it off like a spider or some demonic beetle, I hope that imagery makes you smile. And if you feel how I do Let us run Fast Real fast And maybe our hearts will unhinge and fly away so as to mix in with the autumn leaves. Now imagine them falling softly like angels with their wings clipped as dad rakes them into the trashcan.

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC

tyler-mccarthy

a cold October

I wear my heart on my sleeve because I don't really like it much myself. You can imagine me trying to brush it off like a spider or some demonic beetle, I hope that imagery makes you smile. And if you feel how I do Let us run Fast Real fast And maybe our hearts will unhinge and fly away so as to mix in with the autumn leaves. Now imagine them falling softly like angels with their wings clipped as dad rakes them into the trashcan.

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