"bionicles" poems - Hello Poetry

It was a highway that brought me here Stuffed into a expensive car with four adults and good music We drove for what seemed hours Arriving on the slick, black streets of the Emerald City Down a rabbit hole of old cars and termite ridden stairs Past an old couch and a stray cat Into a cold room with heaters stacked and jumbled Full of pianos and good and beer People I've known for twelve years And people I've met only once People I don't know Different skins, of their own, of animals Frizzy and cropped hair, wine and mason jar glasses Walls painted silver, gleaming under forty year old lamps Mismatched furniture and occupants alike Sirens singing in the background Children running through the foreground Old friends and a blind man with a big dog Visual artists and IRS agents Musicians and carpenters Mechanical engineers Cobbled together around and old fireplace and a rosewood piano Sharing stories and songs, sons and daughters Tales from the road, and wedding pictures I sat on an orange pleather couch in the makeshift kitchen Watching theses people's children play with bionicles and dolls Reading books and drawing on walls Playing drums and answering calls Fighting for bathroom stall These are my people I know them all

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Jan 27, 2013

Jan 27, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC

robyn

Musicians

It was a highway that brought me here Stuffed into a expensive car with four adults and good music We drove for what seemed hours Arriving on the slick, black streets of the Emerald City Down a rabbit hole of old cars and termite ridden stairs Past an old couch and a stray cat Into a cold room with heaters stacked and jumbled Full of pianos and good and beer People I've known for twelve years And people I've met only once People I don't know Different skins, of their own, of animals Frizzy and cropped hair, wine and mason jar glasses Walls painted silver, gleaming under forty year old lamps Mismatched furniture and occupants alike Sirens singing in the background Children running through the foreground Old friends and a blind man with a big dog Visual artists and IRS agents Musicians and carpenters Mechanical engineers Cobbled together around and old fireplace and a rosewood piano Sharing stories and songs, sons and daughters Tales from the road, and wedding pictures I sat on an orange pleather couch in the makeshift kitchen Watching theses people's children play with bionicles and dolls Reading books and drawing on walls Playing drums and answering calls Fighting for bathroom stall These are my people I know them all

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childhood is full of once in a lifetime experiences. it is full of smiling, living in the moment, not worrying about bills or mortgages, or gas money or grocery shopping. childhood is something we always wanted to grow out of moving away from our barbies and bionicles and trading them in for make up and playboys. even though, sometimes, when heads were turned away, we dug up our favorite plastic friends just to see how they were doing in the darkness. childhood is something we always wanted to leave behind when we were children become big adults with our fancy clothing happy homes and lack of vegetables. and yet we forget that childhood is, simply, full of laughing. and fully grown i now live on the memory of my sandbox sidekicks and their laughter.

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May 22, 2012

May 22, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC

ali-russo

childhood.

childhood is full of once in a lifetime experiences. it is full of smiling, living in the moment, not worrying about bills or mortgages, or gas money or grocery shopping. childhood is something we always wanted to grow out of moving away from our barbies and bionicles and trading them in for make up and playboys. even though, sometimes, when heads were turned away, we dug up our favorite plastic friends just to see how they were doing in the darkness. childhood is something we always wanted to leave behind when we were children become big adults with our fancy clothing happy homes and lack of vegetables. and yet we forget that childhood is, simply, full of laughing. and fully grown i now live on the memory of my sandbox sidekicks and their laughter.

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If men were toys that you could buy at a store And create like Legos or Bionicles or Lincoln Logs Each time I would try to put together my perfect man And each time I would build a less perfect you

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Jul 24, 2013

Jul 24, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC

yangnoyin

Buying perfection

If men were toys that you could buy at a store And create like Legos or Bionicles or Lincoln Logs Each time I would try to put together my perfect man And each time I would build a less perfect you

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Peaceful noontime on Saturdays, Teasing my sisters about their bad grammar, Petting the cats as they snuck downstairs, Building with Bionicles, Talking to my friends. My grandmas coming over, My indescribably weird dreams, Having my own bedroom, Creating my world of stories, Huddled in my dim room of treasures. I haven't changed much.

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC

OmnirealmSixtus

Childhood

Peaceful noontime on Saturdays, Teasing my sisters about their bad grammar, Petting the cats as they snuck downstairs, Building with Bionicles, Talking to my friends. My grandmas coming over, My indescribably weird dreams, Having my own bedroom, Creating my world of stories, Huddled in my dim room of treasures. I haven't changed much.

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There are moments that we wish could last forever My little brother and I When certain songs come on We swing dance It’s clumsy And poorly done But it makes him laugh When I call my mom Or when she calls me The calls never last long enough Because I have so much I want to say I say silly things Just to hear her laugh Because she’s so far from me And I miss her so much My older brother He used to play games with me When we were little Legos Bionicles Every toy we had We’d play all the time We used to be thick as thieves Shared all our secrets We were best friends Someday I won’t be able to do that anymore My little brother will be too old To swing dance to silly songs While I spin him and dip him Because he’s too little to try that with me My mom won’t be around forever And it shatters my heart Because one day I’ll want to call her Just to hear her laugh Or to make fun of how short she is Because I want her to cheer me up And I’ll need her advice But she won’t answer And I’m terrified of that day But the moments with my older brother They have come and gone For they were the fleeting moments Of a childhood short lived I grew up and so did he We didn’t talk as much And it hurt I used to sit in my room and cry Wishing we had the bug farm Or the legos Just wishing Praying to a god I never thought was listening For that closeness with my brother Moments are fleeting Enjoy them while you have them Because once they are gone You cannot have them back

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC

PoemsFromAGhost

Fleeting Moments

There are moments that we wish could last forever My little brother and I When certain songs come on We swing dance It’s clumsy And poorly done But it makes him laugh When I call my mom Or when she calls me The calls never last long enough Because I have so much I want to say I say silly things Just to hear her laugh Because she’s so far from me And I miss her so much My older brother He used to play games with me When we were little Legos Bionicles Every toy we had We’d play all the time We used to be thick as thieves Shared all our secrets We were best friends Someday I won’t be able to do that anymore My little brother will be too old To swing dance to silly songs While I spin him and dip him Because he’s too little to try that with me My mom won’t be around forever And it shatters my heart Because one day I’ll want to call her Just to hear her laugh Or to make fun of how short she is Because I want her to cheer me up And I’ll need her advice But she won’t answer And I’m terrified of that day But the moments with my older brother They have come and gone For they were the fleeting moments Of a childhood short lived I grew up and so did he We didn’t talk as much And it hurt I used to sit in my room and cry Wishing we had the bug farm Or the legos Just wishing Praying to a god I never thought was listening For that closeness with my brother Moments are fleeting Enjoy them while you have them Because once they are gone You cannot have them back

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