#uplate - Hello Poetry

I could hear Insufficiency flee from me at The Thinkers Hour, when sleep is halted and, on occasion the rooster is already cawing at the movements of Transiency. I rise higher, scribing longer, recounting our Divinity, the boundlessness of Love, and the hues that the Sun dusts over cemeteries and trains alike. It is then, as matter scaling the skyling, that decidedly I sink into Rapid Ply Healing.

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC

TheThrillofaSpin

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I could hear Insufficiency flee from me at The Thinkers Hour, when sleep is halted and, on occasion the rooster is already cawing at the movements of Transiency. I rise higher, scribing longer, recounting our Divinity, the boundlessness of Love, and the hues that the Sun dusts over cemeteries and trains alike. It is then, as matter scaling the skyling, that decidedly I sink into Rapid Ply Healing.

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and I lay my back to the cold night beyond the cotton material dressing my bed as if it was attending a royal ball. soft white pillows were stained with tears only to capture the vessels of human emotion not caught by the sailor whose ship never sailed. hoping to escape into the warmth of solitude between each layer of linen was only disguised as darkness that lost it’s desire. only to see the faint ray of light illuminating the room with its piercing red feelings at 3:32 a.m. I just wish I was sleeping.

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC

josh-anger

3:32 a.m.

and I lay my back to the cold night beyond the cotton material dressing my bed as if it was attending a royal ball. soft white pillows were stained with tears only to capture the vessels of human emotion not caught by the sailor whose ship never sailed. hoping to escape into the warmth of solitude between each layer of linen was only disguised as darkness that lost it’s desire. only to see the faint ray of light illuminating the room with its piercing red feelings at 3:32 a.m. I just wish I was sleeping.

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Guiltlessness Swallowed my pride and chased it with scotch I’m here to collect my belongings Hungry foxes Emaciated Crawling into the hen house Built this stress Out of bricks of procrastination Boards of uninterest Blocks of hesitation Go forth, don’t forget your pen and paper It’s either now or later Trusting rivers The earth is moving While I unleash truths from a cigar box Contemplate Answering the questions That you were too afraid to ask Go back, and rewrite the letter It’s either then or never

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC

tommy-johnson

In Motion

Guiltlessness Swallowed my pride and chased it with scotch I’m here to collect my belongings Hungry foxes Emaciated Crawling into the hen house Built this stress Out of bricks of procrastination Boards of uninterest Blocks of hesitation Go forth, don’t forget your pen and paper It’s either now or later Trusting rivers The earth is moving While I unleash truths from a cigar box Contemplate Answering the questions That you were too afraid to ask Go back, and rewrite the letter It’s either then or never

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Remember everything that you have heard and learned And feel the wall of insecure illusions fall apart The vagrant sat on the side walk with his coin cup in a state of wondering As nine to fivers walk by “Why do all of you waste your time chasing your own tails?” “Why do you all want to be someone else instead of attempting to be a better you?” “Your promises, your wishes and your wicked words are all components that make up who people perceive you as” “How could you expect your ex-lover to return when they themselves are damaged, confused and riddled with uneasy outcomes they must determine on their own?” There is no sun in the mirror Insanity is sobbing Barefoot run down unpaved roads going downhill hand in hand Summer time sunshine kiss Our peace is at risk Summer time sunshine kiss We’ll soon not exist Summer time lover The afterlife is much safer Summer time lover Our kind is endangered Wake up every morning Thinking Drinking Remember the times Evade the nightfall The cold spirits return From granite gardens

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Mar 6, 2014

Mar 6, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC

tommy-johnson

Midnight Meanderings

Remember everything that you have heard and learned And feel the wall of insecure illusions fall apart The vagrant sat on the side walk with his coin cup in a state of wondering As nine to fivers walk by “Why do all of you waste your time chasing your own tails?” “Why do you all want to be someone else instead of attempting to be a better you?” “Your promises, your wishes and your wicked words are all components that make up who people perceive you as” “How could you expect your ex-lover to return when they themselves are damaged, confused and riddled with uneasy outcomes they must determine on their own?” There is no sun in the mirror Insanity is sobbing Barefoot run down unpaved roads going downhill hand in hand Summer time sunshine kiss Our peace is at risk Summer time sunshine kiss We’ll soon not exist Summer time lover The afterlife is much safer Summer time lover Our kind is endangered Wake up every morning Thinking Drinking Remember the times Evade the nightfall The cold spirits return From granite gardens

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