"carouseling" poems - Hello Poetry

I’ve sat within that crowded room. Elbows, like the knobbed tree branches of a forest, sway with mirth and freedom. Yet, my heart lost its fire long before. And as I sat, I sighed the rousing air of the room with carouseling dancers, and felt that no one was there; not even myself. There are many things that solitude can inspire. We desire what we can only hope to have again. Yet, how lucky am I? I dream of things I’ve never known. I see her hug his hip to her hip, whisper in his ear... What did she whisper? He will tell one dear friend, and that friend, will feel what I feel – a burst of elation, a drop of envy – a deadly cocktail. And that friend will go on and wonder, “What if she were mine...” And I know because I was that friend who tasted her in his words. And dreamed. I dreamed until the dreaming kept me awake until the dream cannibalized other dreams until the dream put visions of her in the clouds until the dreams, dreams, shattered-my-soul! I was the one who told my friend about her. I crafted her beauty and charm with such power to disarm, using my silken language, and he tasted her essence in my words. So, now I sit here. I sit here in this room filled with carouseling couples. I can only sigh, as I watch her dance.

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC

DEW

Beatnik Turntable...

I’ve sat within that crowded room. Elbows, like the knobbed tree branches of a forest, sway with mirth and freedom. Yet, my heart lost its fire long before. And as I sat, I sighed the rousing air of the room with carouseling dancers, and felt that no one was there; not even myself. There are many things that solitude can inspire. We desire what we can only hope to have again. Yet, how lucky am I? I dream of things I’ve never known. I see her hug his hip to her hip, whisper in his ear... What did she whisper? He will tell one dear friend, and that friend, will feel what I feel – a burst of elation, a drop of envy – a deadly cocktail. And that friend will go on and wonder, “What if she were mine...” And I know because I was that friend who tasted her in his words. And dreamed. I dreamed until the dreaming kept me awake until the dream cannibalized other dreams until the dream put visions of her in the clouds until the dreams, dreams, shattered-my-soul! I was the one who told my friend about her. I crafted her beauty and charm with such power to disarm, using my silken language, and he tasted her essence in my words. So, now I sit here. I sit here in this room filled with carouseling couples. I can only sigh, as I watch her dance.

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chained up on a visceral boomerang to your apathy - disembody, then shrivel back into my chest. infested with a vile peanut gallery snickering in the belly of my ears. cursed with an over-active mental ***** reflex, born with the habit of re-ingesting bile and lies. gag-order on the heart so it doesn't whip me with it's crown of thorns twisted from plucking the horns of dead roses. he loves me, he has no room for me, beyond the tip-tap of trembling bones upon his shoulder. i've trimmed myself down with neglect, i've perfected the presentation of deception as a romantic encounter, monotonous plunging of doubt across layers of skin. carouseling a patch-worked mantra of ambivalence, motion sickness riding on my collarbone dressed with a grin heaving and green. i caught whiplash from sneaking glances at you while creating the illusion that i was forever turning away - always leaving, always shaking out a no, always building up a wax paper wall (always clumsy, always patching holes with cotton). i'm wasting away on the offerings you drop at the pit of my stomach: all lead anvils and hurricanes. i wish i could carve out the part of me that thinks of you, drown it in cyanide, and mock it's funeral with fireworks. i am toddler-tantrum-flinging my limbs wild at the sky, eyes pinched shut, and teeth blooding my lips. loving you tastes of salt and iron, what a balanced palette for dining on a soul.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC

jumpingjellybeans

loving you tastes of salt and iron.

chained up on a visceral boomerang to your apathy - disembody, then shrivel back into my chest. infested with a vile peanut gallery snickering in the belly of my ears. cursed with an over-active mental ***** reflex, born with the habit of re-ingesting bile and lies. gag-order on the heart so it doesn't whip me with it's crown of thorns twisted from plucking the horns of dead roses. he loves me, he has no room for me, beyond the tip-tap of trembling bones upon his shoulder. i've trimmed myself down with neglect, i've perfected the presentation of deception as a romantic encounter, monotonous plunging of doubt across layers of skin. carouseling a patch-worked mantra of ambivalence, motion sickness riding on my collarbone dressed with a grin heaving and green. i caught whiplash from sneaking glances at you while creating the illusion that i was forever turning away - always leaving, always shaking out a no, always building up a wax paper wall (always clumsy, always patching holes with cotton). i'm wasting away on the offerings you drop at the pit of my stomach: all lead anvils and hurricanes. i wish i could carve out the part of me that thinks of you, drown it in cyanide, and mock it's funeral with fireworks. i am toddler-tantrum-flinging my limbs wild at the sky, eyes pinched shut, and teeth blooding my lips. loving you tastes of salt and iron, what a balanced palette for dining on a soul.

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daisywheel skeleton mother discovery gleam at the thought of me aftermath-free curtain my bravery sized-up and thundering mending the memory bone aftermath-bourne never really alone glad as a butterfly just above all of this minding the memory fear aftermath-clear over my final high over with confidence sober and overgrown aftermath-bourne never really alone placeholder rhyming for all of the hell of it needed to understand aftermath stays times we get on with times two on your silhouette christen me as i am still aftermath-filled little left to reveal paired over being enough to un-harden this millions of memories thread aftermath-lead almost as if we're the first in this plane of things ever to have been outsung aftermath-run carouseling as one aftermath bravery mother of harmony soothing familiar enough to un-harden me christen my skeleton butterfly confidence love carouseling itself over all of this aftermath-flashes and aftermath-shattering aftermath matters enough to un-harden me when are you coming again?

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Dec 23, 2019

Dec 23, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC

vvlettish

Flames Shatter Flashes Matter

daisywheel skeleton mother discovery gleam at the thought of me aftermath-free curtain my bravery sized-up and thundering mending the memory bone aftermath-bourne never really alone glad as a butterfly just above all of this minding the memory fear aftermath-clear over my final high over with confidence sober and overgrown aftermath-bourne never really alone placeholder rhyming for all of the hell of it needed to understand aftermath stays times we get on with times two on your silhouette christen me as i am still aftermath-filled little left to reveal paired over being enough to un-harden this millions of memories thread aftermath-lead almost as if we're the first in this plane of things ever to have been outsung aftermath-run carouseling as one aftermath bravery mother of harmony soothing familiar enough to un-harden me christen my skeleton butterfly confidence love carouseling itself over all of this aftermath-flashes and aftermath-shattering aftermath matters enough to un-harden me when are you coming again?

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