"consentrated" poems - Hello Poetry

I keep waking up to sunsets Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies, cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery school popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep through the day So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca-cola for drinking it black My coffees color is the smog in Chicago This nightlife is my real addiction. That's why I love the graveyard shift. Devouring untold stories assisted living facilities. This Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons Orchestra Doctorates. Politicians prepared for Death Rabbis still flirting with nurses remembering the whole torah service by heart forgetting their wives name. For my sunset I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my coffee cup watch how beautiful stasis can be when you shatter through it. I like to pretend each sunset Is a death that wasn't mine. I like to count the deaths in assisted living As sunsets. I like to read obituaries like sunsets. I keep waking up To sunsets

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC

GeekElement

Sunsets

I keep waking up to sunsets Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies, cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery school popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep through the day So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca-cola for drinking it black My coffees color is the smog in Chicago This nightlife is my real addiction. That's why I love the graveyard shift. Devouring untold stories assisted living facilities. This Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons Orchestra Doctorates. Politicians prepared for Death Rabbis still flirting with nurses remembering the whole torah service by heart forgetting their wives name. For my sunset I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my coffee cup watch how beautiful stasis can be when you shatter through it. I like to pretend each sunset Is a death that wasn't mine. I like to count the deaths in assisted living As sunsets. I like to read obituaries like sunsets. I keep waking up To sunsets

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Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft watch Naruto until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca cola for bkack coffee And an eating disorder Now Im a graveyard shift worker. Manjc smirking at untold stories in assisted living Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons orchestra Doctorates Politicians preparing for death Rabbis still flirting with nurses and remembering the whoke torah service by heart When they cant remember their wives name. Wives of Men that played god until they met him. Breifly Before the trap door unlatched For my death. I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my desk. And watch how beautiful stasis can be As the trap door caves beneath me for my sins. I want to leave someone behind to tell my story. My journal is someone. I'm a night owl I am alive most when the world is either sinning or silent And I refuse to die quietly. Or before I get my Desk. Or my window. To watch the sun rise and fall But never stay. I am not meant to watch things last forever. I am a night owl. I enjoy this world for all the endings. This is my favorite part.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC

GeekElement

Night owl

Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies cold air. I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery popcorn reading Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft watch Naruto until 5am And sleep through social anxiety. For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted I loved that too. Traded coca cola for bkack coffee And an eating disorder Now Im a graveyard shift worker. Manjc smirking at untold stories in assisted living Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons orchestra Doctorates Politicians preparing for death Rabbis still flirting with nurses and remembering the whoke torah service by heart When they cant remember their wives name. Wives of Men that played god until they met him. Breifly Before the trap door unlatched For my death. I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower. I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my desk. And watch how beautiful stasis can be As the trap door caves beneath me for my sins. I want to leave someone behind to tell my story. My journal is someone. I'm a night owl I am alive most when the world is either sinning or silent And I refuse to die quietly. Or before I get my Desk. Or my window. To watch the sun rise and fall But never stay. I am not meant to watch things last forever. I am a night owl. I enjoy this world for all the endings. This is my favorite part.

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I looked closely at my notes, My head bent lower straining muscles in my nape, Consentrated on the words, Distracted from the world, I felt the heat, The candle flame, Goodbye eyebrows, So long my friends.

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC

Reynaathena

Flaming Eyebrows

I looked closely at my notes, My head bent lower straining muscles in my nape, Consentrated on the words, Distracted from the world, I felt the heat, The candle flame, Goodbye eyebrows, So long my friends.

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