"circuitboard" poems - Hello Poetry

the sun sets, the plane rises I wonder if anyone has ever noticed the city looks like a bright circuitboard when you're 20000 feet above something dings outside my headphones "the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign" "turbulence ahead" my ears won't stop popping and everything is muffled and there's white noise trapped inside my head so I close my eyes and breathe and suddenly I'm back in that dark room phone pressed to my ear where everything but his voice sounded foreign I tell myself to breathe in breathe out breathe around the fact that every time he looked at you that day your chest felt less tight breathe in, breathe out breathing passion into every word we speak just like old times breathe 1 breathe 2 breathe 3 to 10 yes, you're still breathing he's here again and you're still breathing anxious breathing over the phone in the dark revelation that the wire connecting your phones is thinner than the wire connecting your souls keep your breathing steady, Lauren as if everything he's saying isn't leaving you breathless breathe as if every word that's said every connection that's made isn't a dull knife at your lungs breathe breathe breathe I open my eyes the city has disappeared below the plane is shaky I almost laugh at the irony "turbulence ahead"

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Dec 26, 2015

Dec 26, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC

vintagetrxsh

in and out

the sun sets, the plane rises I wonder if anyone has ever noticed the city looks like a bright circuitboard when you're 20000 feet above something dings outside my headphones "the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign" "turbulence ahead" my ears won't stop popping and everything is muffled and there's white noise trapped inside my head so I close my eyes and breathe and suddenly I'm back in that dark room phone pressed to my ear where everything but his voice sounded foreign I tell myself to breathe in breathe out breathe around the fact that every time he looked at you that day your chest felt less tight breathe in, breathe out breathing passion into every word we speak just like old times breathe 1 breathe 2 breathe 3 to 10 yes, you're still breathing he's here again and you're still breathing anxious breathing over the phone in the dark revelation that the wire connecting your phones is thinner than the wire connecting your souls keep your breathing steady, Lauren as if everything he's saying isn't leaving you breathless breathe as if every word that's said every connection that's made isn't a dull knife at your lungs breathe breathe breathe I open my eyes the city has disappeared below the plane is shaky I almost laugh at the irony "turbulence ahead"

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I watched her go time after minutes She was Breaking records call Guinness Round and round went the sound as the needle sat on the records wound Eyes green as a circuitboard Chest is large as any ***** Bound by lost and found forever the ***** and the brown hound Had to be some kind of upset What my heart set up to foreget What's the rush my lovely lush Not aall secrets are hush lust

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC

lmbernal

she'll tell ya

I watched her go time after minutes She was Breaking records call Guinness Round and round went the sound as the needle sat on the records wound Eyes green as a circuitboard Chest is large as any ***** Bound by lost and found forever the ***** and the brown hound Had to be some kind of upset What my heart set up to foreget What's the rush my lovely lush Not aall secrets are hush lust

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I know you don't like how I feel But please try to remember that it's natural for a thing like me. No longer against the law You gave me a heart of card Inked your favourite lyric on it- I tried to return one but its so hard. I was too shy and now I feel like **** Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen Yours are the lips that I want to kiss. You could never be just another teen But my courage is far down in the abyss. Its not a problem when you're the only one there I just don't want anyone else to see- quite yet. I don't want them to bully you or to stare But they're always around- since we met. Please don't voice my greatest fear Lest my circuitboard dies Or I lose a gear To the rivers of tears I will cry

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May 22, 2014

May 22, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC

charlie-hazels

Gentle, beautiful, precious

I know you don't like how I feel But please try to remember that it's natural for a thing like me. No longer against the law You gave me a heart of card Inked your favourite lyric on it- I tried to return one but its so hard. I was too shy and now I feel like **** Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen Yours are the lips that I want to kiss. You could never be just another teen But my courage is far down in the abyss. Its not a problem when you're the only one there I just don't want anyone else to see- quite yet. I don't want them to bully you or to stare But they're always around- since we met. Please don't voice my greatest fear Lest my circuitboard dies Or I lose a gear To the rivers of tears I will cry

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bursted rocky ash, streamers of magma flash their lights, soft grass roots the back, eyes lock spectrums of opacity, dark matter is the curtain. twitching leg muscles, misplaced nerve endings, electric waves pulse, zapping harvest moon and man, night is a double sided photograph, dark and light, boxed in, trapped, blind, balance, open windows, fields, signs, cut tree frozen in freefall, eternity seeing fake falling trees, pressure cooker in the forehead, explosive wired circuitboard, cord pulled from wall, freedom.

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC

KAM

Oasis.

bursted rocky ash, streamers of magma flash their lights, soft grass roots the back, eyes lock spectrums of opacity, dark matter is the curtain. twitching leg muscles, misplaced nerve endings, electric waves pulse, zapping harvest moon and man, night is a double sided photograph, dark and light, boxed in, trapped, blind, balance, open windows, fields, signs, cut tree frozen in freefall, eternity seeing fake falling trees, pressure cooker in the forehead, explosive wired circuitboard, cord pulled from wall, freedom.

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The sounds of tick-tocking- talking clockwork. I smoked a cig with Sara in spirit last night courtesy of Alejandro, gazed in liquid-crystal brightness... Comets could come circling the windows without us noticing, and form machine parts from dust. Bionic embryos manufactured by the AV Empress; Who was bathed and lulled to bed in chemicals. Tear my heart from my daisy-chained circuitboard circulatory system and simulate the sound of my voice. Does it comfort you? Ask the pseudo-psychopharmascist for some wavelength-surging stilumus: Filth for wretched me single user standby. Tongue and teeth dripping sweet, melodious stillness. Transmission Lost flashing vaguely on screen left to the vast ultradark fulness. Hand in hand we walked, hanging and soaking in material adornment, still sweating through our skin in the scolding, pink afterglow of the AM electro-sun. Until we stopped, and I left you. Now, slothful, your sinuous flesh crawls tepid towards mine.

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Jun 28, 2017

Jun 28, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC

dumbderien

Untitled

The sounds of tick-tocking- talking clockwork. I smoked a cig with Sara in spirit last night courtesy of Alejandro, gazed in liquid-crystal brightness... Comets could come circling the windows without us noticing, and form machine parts from dust. Bionic embryos manufactured by the AV Empress; Who was bathed and lulled to bed in chemicals. Tear my heart from my daisy-chained circuitboard circulatory system and simulate the sound of my voice. Does it comfort you? Ask the pseudo-psychopharmascist for some wavelength-surging stilumus: Filth for wretched me single user standby. Tongue and teeth dripping sweet, melodious stillness. Transmission Lost flashing vaguely on screen left to the vast ultradark fulness. Hand in hand we walked, hanging and soaking in material adornment, still sweating through our skin in the scolding, pink afterglow of the AM electro-sun. Until we stopped, and I left you. Now, slothful, your sinuous flesh crawls tepid towards mine.

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