#tuesdays - Hello Poetry

This fleeting moment with him was so sweet looking back on this in ten years I could probably name so many just know it was sweet and you were understood and right now you are happy and warm and the sun looks like the guitar riffs floating through your bedroom and the dog is sleeping and your room is messy but it's okay because we'll take care of it later and you are alive and you are alive and you are still alive

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May 14, 2024

May 14, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC

senzitiv

a moment

This fleeting moment with him was so sweet looking back on this in ten years I could probably name so many just know it was sweet and you were understood and right now you are happy and warm and the sun looks like the guitar riffs floating through your bedroom and the dog is sleeping and your room is messy but it's okay because we'll take care of it later and you are alive and you are alive and you are still alive

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another tuesday our reality to bend and fold some bend to dead ends we learn to live with it

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Oct 6, 2020

Oct 6, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC

m-19

.another tuesday

another tuesday our reality to bend and fold some bend to dead ends we learn to live with it

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wake up its tuesday again no i don't want to continue watching i wont brush my teeth this morning

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Oct 6, 2020

Oct 6, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC

m-19

.tuesday

wake up its tuesday again no i don't want to continue watching i wont brush my teeth this morning

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the bartender poured a double of something "drink this," she said "just don't smell it, and definitely don't sip it" her light eyes looked at me and for a moment reminded me of what I wanted to forget I downed the shots but they never made me feel better I briefly contemplated my options a one-way ticket to Manchester or drinking on-sale antifreeze my silver jacket buttons holding cold in their heart I took a drag from a cigarette dangled it between my fingers "I don't even smoke", I laughed my words hung in the air like a foreign object out of reach and it smelled like you watching ashes and smoke getting lost in the crisp air

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC

caduceus

Pallor

the bartender poured a double of something "drink this," she said "just don't smell it, and definitely don't sip it" her light eyes looked at me and for a moment reminded me of what I wanted to forget I downed the shots but they never made me feel better I briefly contemplated my options a one-way ticket to Manchester or drinking on-sale antifreeze my silver jacket buttons holding cold in their heart I took a drag from a cigarette dangled it between my fingers "I don't even smoke", I laughed my words hung in the air like a foreign object out of reach and it smelled like you watching ashes and smoke getting lost in the crisp air

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hush me in your dreams that we may wake mute ? ... .. .

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC

lashingstars

Untitled

hush me in your dreams that we may wake mute ? ... .. .

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The hangover of that one day that lingers like to much fun... Mondays **** but Tuesdays are the hangover cure..

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

poetic-t

Monday Hangover

The hangover of that one day that lingers like to much fun... Mondays **** but Tuesdays are the hangover cure..

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*Stay strong Take 10 deep breaths And if it doesn't work Then try with some beer... Don't run Even though you wan't to Don't cry While he's there... Stay strong Take a deep breath There's only half an hour Before he'll be here... Don't run It won't help after all Don't cry Your make-up will smear... Stay strong I know he's standing right there Just look away Imaginate him just being air... Don't run Don't give up now Face it headstrong Then cry when you get home... Stay strong Just hold everything in And when you sit in the train Just let the tears fall... Stay still But don't be frozen When you get home Cry behind your curtains... Stay strong Think happy thoughts And act happy Act like you aren't crushed... Don't run Face it head on Smile and hide That inside you cry...*

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Apr 5, 2016

Apr 5, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC

HeidiHenriksen

Tuesdays...

*Stay strong Take 10 deep breaths And if it doesn't work Then try with some beer... Don't run Even though you wan't to Don't cry While he's there... Stay strong Take a deep breath There's only half an hour Before he'll be here... Don't run It won't help after all Don't cry Your make-up will smear... Stay strong I know he's standing right there Just look away Imaginate him just being air... Don't run Don't give up now Face it headstrong Then cry when you get home... Stay strong Just hold everything in And when you sit in the train Just let the tears fall... Stay still But don't be frozen When you get home Cry behind your curtains... Stay strong Think happy thoughts And act happy Act like you aren't crushed... Don't run Face it head on Smile and hide That inside you cry...*

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coffee. we meet at starbucks and i can almost pretend nothing changed until i feel the distance in your voice. i am calm and quiet. i did not expect this yet here i am sitting in front of you as you explain how you feel (a rarity). and you and i are alike in more ways than i realized before. cantalope. flying through the young night air i feel alive and free and happy again. i meet theresa j hanson. dancer, 19, long thin hair and long thin body. she says she's heard a lot about me and i am surprised and i like her very much (or my first impression anyways) even though you told me that one time that you had *** with her and other girls would probably instinctively hate her. but i can't. she's just so nice and anyways that *** had nothing to do with me. she gives us cantalope and me ice water. cigar smoke. we go out on the little apartament porch and you smoke the cheap cigar, the kind your grandfather smokes. get a red solo cup for the ashes and i found an old ***** butter knife out here. and we sit. and unexpectedly you say can we start over. and im shocked(you've suprisde me so much tonight) but so grateful and of course we can. you blow smoke rings and when you say whooo are youuu i cannot help but think of alice in wonderland and you are the smoking catepillar who asks life's hard questions and am i alice or the queen or the mad hatter or lewis carroll coming back. we reinact a a scene as if we just met and i kiss you as if it's the first time and that is how you will remember me and my lips are cold and your mouth is full of smoke and the kiss is fire and ice it's a wonder we did not steam. something so you'll remember me{i will never forget} and i guess we'll figure out on the way.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC

murielle-lemaire-1

reconciliation on a tuesday night

coffee. we meet at starbucks and i can almost pretend nothing changed until i feel the distance in your voice. i am calm and quiet. i did not expect this yet here i am sitting in front of you as you explain how you feel (a rarity). and you and i are alike in more ways than i realized before. cantalope. flying through the young night air i feel alive and free and happy again. i meet theresa j hanson. dancer, 19, long thin hair and long thin body. she says she's heard a lot about me and i am surprised and i like her very much (or my first impression anyways) even though you told me that one time that you had *** with her and other girls would probably instinctively hate her. but i can't. she's just so nice and anyways that *** had nothing to do with me. she gives us cantalope and me ice water. cigar smoke. we go out on the little apartament porch and you smoke the cheap cigar, the kind your grandfather smokes. get a red solo cup for the ashes and i found an old ***** butter knife out here. and we sit. and unexpectedly you say can we start over. and im shocked(you've suprisde me so much tonight) but so grateful and of course we can. you blow smoke rings and when you say whooo are youuu i cannot help but think of alice in wonderland and you are the smoking catepillar who asks life's hard questions and am i alice or the queen or the mad hatter or lewis carroll coming back. we reinact a a scene as if we just met and i kiss you as if it's the first time and that is how you will remember me and my lips are cold and your mouth is full of smoke and the kiss is fire and ice it's a wonder we did not steam. something so you'll remember me{i will never forget} and i guess we'll figure out on the way.

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