"blindess" poems - Hello Poetry

your hair was long eyes burnt like savage charcoal hanging off the tunes that follows your voice when you speak blindess carsses infant bones inside of me you make me weak pretty you moved like glitter in summer rain your words were simple and plain you sat like a indian sun child everything around us somehow manipulated into nature nothing was concrete nothing was cement nights and days I repent the hours minutes seconds spent on basking in the rain that built up in front of your hands drops fall off strands of hair slowly on to the ocean under us purging lips dive deep into uncharted mansions somewhere between bones and hips from your water I would take small sips as I knew after our cups were empty you would leave or maybe I would I got up to depart she grabbed my wrist at my skin she rips shes slips and unto her I grip the yelling snaps like horsewhips my heart beat skips the anger settles the images fill the film strips my vocbulary slips as femininity strips and I think how I can no longer take this minutes then roll off into bliss

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Oct 30, 2010

Oct 30, 2010 at 10:45 PM UTC

midnight-prague

feminine

your hair was long eyes burnt like savage charcoal hanging off the tunes that follows your voice when you speak blindess carsses infant bones inside of me you make me weak pretty you moved like glitter in summer rain your words were simple and plain you sat like a indian sun child everything around us somehow manipulated into nature nothing was concrete nothing was cement nights and days I repent the hours minutes seconds spent on basking in the rain that built up in front of your hands drops fall off strands of hair slowly on to the ocean under us purging lips dive deep into uncharted mansions somewhere between bones and hips from your water I would take small sips as I knew after our cups were empty you would leave or maybe I would I got up to depart she grabbed my wrist at my skin she rips shes slips and unto her I grip the yelling snaps like horsewhips my heart beat skips the anger settles the images fill the film strips my vocbulary slips as femininity strips and I think how I can no longer take this minutes then roll off into bliss

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your hair was long eyes burnt like savage charcoal hanging off the tunes that follows your voice when you speak blindess carsses infant bones inside of me you make me weak pretty you moved like glitter in summer rain your words were simple and plain you sat like a indian sun child everything around us somehow manipulated into nature nothing was concrete nothing was cement nights and days I repent the hours minutes seconds spent on basking in the rain that built up in front of your hands drops fall off strands of hair slowly on to the ocean under us purging lips dive deep into uncharted mansions somewhere between bones and hips from your water I would take small sips as I knew after our cups were empty you would leave or maybe I would I got up to depart she grabbed my wrist at my skin she rips shes slips and unto her I grip the yelling snaps like horsewhips my heart beat skips the anger settles my vocbulary slips as femininity strips the images fill the Polaroid film strips and I think how I can no longer take this minutes then roll off into bliss

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Nov 1, 2010

Nov 1, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC

midnight-prague

XIV

your hair was long eyes burnt like savage charcoal hanging off the tunes that follows your voice when you speak blindess carsses infant bones inside of me you make me weak pretty you moved like glitter in summer rain your words were simple and plain you sat like a indian sun child everything around us somehow manipulated into nature nothing was concrete nothing was cement nights and days I repent the hours minutes seconds spent on basking in the rain that built up in front of your hands drops fall off strands of hair slowly on to the ocean under us purging lips dive deep into uncharted mansions somewhere between bones and hips from your water I would take small sips as I knew after our cups were empty you would leave or maybe I would I got up to depart she grabbed my wrist at my skin she rips shes slips and unto her I grip the yelling snaps like horsewhips my heart beat skips the anger settles my vocbulary slips as femininity strips the images fill the Polaroid film strips and I think how I can no longer take this minutes then roll off into bliss

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Justicia, undue, un-dewed, ***** But spiralled, like convolvulus vine crawling past pinstriped stems that harrow the spitting aches in tandem. Behold bent Blossoms whose petals, like Whose dead men's lids, Have yet to be teased awake-- Justicia! Blind you are! Lower the sword-swung abraders, buckle their knees, on-pounding earth surrender. Grand gems mark and drip along their lips Rightly red, though creeps on Soft pink Vertigo, and dizzying stints Above my sinking mossy senses-- Justicia, undue, un-dewed, ***** But sunken, lady Hyacinth shall never bloom near your toe-thin tread. Long may her purple bleed into your blindess. Long may your sword lay low.

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Dec 6, 2017

Dec 6, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC

deadeadead

Blind Justicia

Justicia, undue, un-dewed, ***** But spiralled, like convolvulus vine crawling past pinstriped stems that harrow the spitting aches in tandem. Behold bent Blossoms whose petals, like Whose dead men's lids, Have yet to be teased awake-- Justicia! Blind you are! Lower the sword-swung abraders, buckle their knees, on-pounding earth surrender. Grand gems mark and drip along their lips Rightly red, though creeps on Soft pink Vertigo, and dizzying stints Above my sinking mossy senses-- Justicia, undue, un-dewed, ***** But sunken, lady Hyacinth shall never bloom near your toe-thin tread. Long may her purple bleed into your blindess. Long may your sword lay low.

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I loved her before she knew before movement was revealed shards of coal and light born stone carved and rivers form resonating through stillness void and creation breath and death earth and birth knowing and blindess are one and same we both know yet only I could see your eyes closed but you do know I was married to you before you knew

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC

kassana

Shards

I loved her before she knew before movement was revealed shards of coal and light born stone carved and rivers form resonating through stillness void and creation breath and death earth and birth knowing and blindess are one and same we both know yet only I could see your eyes closed but you do know I was married to you before you knew

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the one time there was no light a second of absolute blindess the pit of fear, hard like a dried pea

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC

tawandamulalu

That One Time When All of Harvard Square Had No Power Poem.

the one time there was no light a second of absolute blindess the pit of fear, hard like a dried pea

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(while my younger days slowly lost meaning, as these eyes can no longer see naivety) i've learnt the art of pure hatred way too early, as if it was no one's wish to let me feel compassion they taught me how to turn my love into aggression and they promised me we would turn out just fine. as if that's the only way to deal, not teaching me how to feel. a child who grew up with nothing but confusion since the beginning, though, i knew there was an illusion. hidden in between these late phone calls and the lingering scent coming from his room i was calmly waiting to bloom. this kind of pain i've grown used to, it has turned me into a selfish love seeker torturing myself until i'm nothing but weaker, and maybe that's what this demon wishes the blindess of youth stuck on its roots. playing dumb is an end game but me, too, have learnt how to turn pills into closed eyes and how to turn love into a calculative mind. i can't save you anymore it doesn't matter because i never swore.

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Jun 4, 2018

Jun 4, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC

moon-park

brother

(while my younger days slowly lost meaning, as these eyes can no longer see naivety) i've learnt the art of pure hatred way too early, as if it was no one's wish to let me feel compassion they taught me how to turn my love into aggression and they promised me we would turn out just fine. as if that's the only way to deal, not teaching me how to feel. a child who grew up with nothing but confusion since the beginning, though, i knew there was an illusion. hidden in between these late phone calls and the lingering scent coming from his room i was calmly waiting to bloom. this kind of pain i've grown used to, it has turned me into a selfish love seeker torturing myself until i'm nothing but weaker, and maybe that's what this demon wishes the blindess of youth stuck on its roots. playing dumb is an end game but me, too, have learnt how to turn pills into closed eyes and how to turn love into a calculative mind. i can't save you anymore it doesn't matter because i never swore.

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