"alones" poems - Hello Poetry

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just an old a family memory on a dinner table--sorry no rhymes :> to the no one who is not recognizing...... when I stopped for a long stare for me I stopped and looked around me searching for something that I don't know stashed deep into the picture I view I smiled for the happiness that invades those hearts for the gratitude that my soul is permeated I crowned the thrones of blood in pure joy I stole the sounds of laughter I screened that shot that is bottled into the core of my memories that shot the reason I am on ground in this life the reason that I believe in the reason that I hang on to the reason that I long on my stormy nights and deprived alones I locked them on that table of love and warm clouds attached when I stopped for a long stare for me ------ravenfeels

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Jun 29, 2021

Jun 29, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC

raven-feels

A Cloud Stare

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just an old a family memory on a dinner table--sorry no rhymes :> to the no one who is not recognizing...... when I stopped for a long stare for me I stopped and looked around me searching for something that I don't know stashed deep into the picture I view I smiled for the happiness that invades those hearts for the gratitude that my soul is permeated I crowned the thrones of blood in pure joy I stole the sounds of laughter I screened that shot that is bottled into the core of my memories that shot the reason I am on ground in this life the reason that I believe in the reason that I hang on to the reason that I long on my stormy nights and deprived alones I locked them on that table of love and warm clouds attached when I stopped for a long stare for me ------ravenfeels

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It’s my thang a langwitch spellproteckter go getter- sleek katrina stereowrite braid these monster tentacles aww now cute buzz pro bro-intellectual collaboration gush &fush; & fleek flecks firecompass full of grandiose art verses culture legions sing over and outty 5000 package cursive dialog primer kilameter romance make it equator atypical retro passion that ****** away cuss words p phucker! grade cheated tempo cuntgrunge klue move shadows to stand alones while in line to get in the barfuck gang outside party with smilie txt tshirt and a computer on diet coke kush telescope acid whatever like you feel like emitting or like have 9 thoughts about or like forgot about escaping like post fever social media to become a social sensation out of perception the limited yet coveted cherished harps and fairies and twinkly shimmery **** that doesnt growl or grunt huh? Speech please dont As if i had the guts to stomp on a butterfly-award speaking dear diary fanatics central stranger than fictive red read (aloud allowed?)Which one. politically slurred thousand jury chapter grew some serious social security numbers and dyed them to prove a cutup battle wins the war **** **** fick fock u Mindseekers

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC

katrinawillrich

braiding monster tentacles

It’s my thang a langwitch spellproteckter go getter- sleek katrina stereowrite braid these monster tentacles aww now cute buzz pro bro-intellectual collaboration gush &fush; & fleek flecks firecompass full of grandiose art verses culture legions sing over and outty 5000 package cursive dialog primer kilameter romance make it equator atypical retro passion that ****** away cuss words p phucker! grade cheated tempo cuntgrunge klue move shadows to stand alones while in line to get in the barfuck gang outside party with smilie txt tshirt and a computer on diet coke kush telescope acid whatever like you feel like emitting or like have 9 thoughts about or like forgot about escaping like post fever social media to become a social sensation out of perception the limited yet coveted cherished harps and fairies and twinkly shimmery **** that doesnt growl or grunt huh? Speech please dont As if i had the guts to stomp on a butterfly-award speaking dear diary fanatics central stranger than fictive red read (aloud allowed?)Which one. politically slurred thousand jury chapter grew some serious social security numbers and dyed them to prove a cutup battle wins the war **** **** fick fock u Mindseekers

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I wish you believed these cracked bones, these arching tones, my so alones. I wish you saw my broken jaw, my tooth & claw, my obvious flaws. If you would listen to why I stay in bed, & to my cringe when the voices in my head sound, then I would tell you I am nothing, why I'm lost & not found. I would tell you that me, you'll never see, & I only live hypothetically. I am a ghost spirit, chained to this body, this ***** house all the girls frequent; they each claim the same identity & 'I' is a term they each invent. They speak in careful whispers & undo zippers & wonder why no one gives a **** They thrive in sequinned moonlights, unfought bar fights, & ponder where the day went. When things get rough I float outside my head, sit in the air, see the scene unfold; you think you speak to me, but you can't hurt me when I'm above you, friend to ceiling mould. The girls are masters of identity theft, & 'me'? Ha! There's nothing left. They love to push me into a dream; from there they rampage merrily. I thought I'd **** them, but it seems I'm live ill-vibe & bare-ily.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC

amelia-jo-anne

dissociate

I wish you believed these cracked bones, these arching tones, my so alones. I wish you saw my broken jaw, my tooth & claw, my obvious flaws. If you would listen to why I stay in bed, & to my cringe when the voices in my head sound, then I would tell you I am nothing, why I'm lost & not found. I would tell you that me, you'll never see, & I only live hypothetically. I am a ghost spirit, chained to this body, this ***** house all the girls frequent; they each claim the same identity & 'I' is a term they each invent. They speak in careful whispers & undo zippers & wonder why no one gives a **** They thrive in sequinned moonlights, unfought bar fights, & ponder where the day went. When things get rough I float outside my head, sit in the air, see the scene unfold; you think you speak to me, but you can't hurt me when I'm above you, friend to ceiling mould. The girls are masters of identity theft, & 'me'? Ha! There's nothing left. They love to push me into a dream; from there they rampage merrily. I thought I'd **** them, but it seems I'm live ill-vibe & bare-ily.

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Lone sounds the name and interesting like the game Lone gives you fame with no one to blame It's like that but what can you say That lone brings you shame of which you can't tame Lone is not to blame but blame is to blame Lone gives you facts to make your claim Lone is the reminder, something to make you ponder Lone is the victim but never the cause Lone is today when none obeys Lone is far and near Lone is day and night Lone is not day, lone is not night But lone is a Rose Lone is the lady, she is prettier when she smiles Lone is me, lone is you Lone is his, lone is hers Lone is all of us It is what you made me when you left

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC

kwasi-boakye

Lone Alones

Lone sounds the name and interesting like the game Lone gives you fame with no one to blame It's like that but what can you say That lone brings you shame of which you can't tame Lone is not to blame but blame is to blame Lone gives you facts to make your claim Lone is the reminder, something to make you ponder Lone is the victim but never the cause Lone is today when none obeys Lone is far and near Lone is day and night Lone is not day, lone is not night But lone is a Rose Lone is the lady, she is prettier when she smiles Lone is me, lone is you Lone is his, lone is hers Lone is all of us It is what you made me when you left

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Crumpet! Come sit. Tell me all about it... Drinking alones for killers, melancholy and alcoholics. Man trouble? That's sad. Dad trouble? That's bad. Real trouble's I'm nabbed? Too good to be gratis... Your mother taught you well. I'm only fun on the Sabbath.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC

john-b

Monday Through Friday I'm Just Chill

Crumpet! Come sit. Tell me all about it... Drinking alones for killers, melancholy and alcoholics. Man trouble? That's sad. Dad trouble? That's bad. Real trouble's I'm nabbed? Too good to be gratis... Your mother taught you well. I'm only fun on the Sabbath.

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