"conversationally" poems

A dream you told me of: Defusing a time-bomb embedded in the womb of your dead mother. I don’t know if you were smart enough to flip the failsafe Or if you indiscriminately yanked wires out, like your dangerous thoughts. A dream I told you of: at the midpoint of their parents’ anniversaries, by the ruins of every immortalized kingdom, she is wearing her mother’s dress and he is too. “father wanted to castrate or **** me,” he said, conversationally. they have so much in common. they live the tragedy of armchair **** fantasies, tend to ****** their own genitals when lost in thoughts of the obstruction of their desires. (which, really, is pointless because they don’t desire anything besides fondling their own genitals.) Blinded Oedipus does not notice Electra’s concealed ******* dagger. A thousand years between them, yet they’re still children conceived of Mitigated **** and blood sacrifice for the sake of sailing, and Defined by deficit from the beginning; her crippled mind sang to his hollowed eyes. Kinslayers becoming kin, Entranced by the illusions of the other but really Loving only the unmistakable reflections of their own sins.

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

brie-ellisa

The Wedding of Oedipus and Electra

A dream you told me of: Defusing a time-bomb embedded in the womb of your dead mother. I don’t know if you were smart enough to flip the failsafe Or if you indiscriminately yanked wires out, like your dangerous thoughts. A dream I told you of: at the midpoint of their parents’ anniversaries, by the ruins of every immortalized kingdom, she is wearing her mother’s dress and he is too. “father wanted to castrate or **** me,” he said, conversationally. they have so much in common. they live the tragedy of armchair **** fantasies, tend to ****** their own genitals when lost in thoughts of the obstruction of their desires. (which, really, is pointless because they don’t desire anything besides fondling their own genitals.) Blinded Oedipus does not notice Electra’s concealed ******* dagger. A thousand years between them, yet they’re still children conceived of Mitigated **** and blood sacrifice for the sake of sailing, and Defined by deficit from the beginning; her crippled mind sang to his hollowed eyes. Kinslayers becoming kin, Entranced by the illusions of the other but really Loving only the unmistakable reflections of their own sins.

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You didn’t ground me, I’m just hitting a “social speed bump” The room we share together isn’t messy, it just has “restrictive passage” You weren’t late coming into my life, you just had a “rescheduled arrival time” When I lean down to kiss you it isn’t because I’m tall, I’m simply “vertically enhanced” You aren’t shy, you’re just “conversationally selective” As much as I say you nag me, you don’t. You’re just “verbally repetitive” Yeah I need directions because I don’t get lost, I just “investigate alternate directions” Yeah I’m falling for you, I think to be politically correct it’s “I love you"

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Dec 15, 2011

Dec 15, 2011 at 9:01 PM UTC

shane-carmichael

Politically Correct

You didn’t ground me, I’m just hitting a “social speed bump” The room we share together isn’t messy, it just has “restrictive passage” You weren’t late coming into my life, you just had a “rescheduled arrival time” When I lean down to kiss you it isn’t because I’m tall, I’m simply “vertically enhanced” You aren’t shy, you’re just “conversationally selective” As much as I say you nag me, you don’t. You’re just “verbally repetitive” Yeah I need directions because I don’t get lost, I just “investigate alternate directions” Yeah I’m falling for you, I think to be politically correct it’s “I love you"

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your body (yes, that, sinewy soft and constellation-spotted, traced by sweetly shining snail-trails, tongue-glossy) speaks. it whispers I love you (so quietly) across me, all of me. it speaks simply, conversationally, of what we are entwined. it screams, clinging, that it cannot be without me, urgently.

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Jun 22, 2010

Jun 22, 2010 at 12:26 PM UTC

restivo

your body

your body (yes, that, sinewy soft and constellation-spotted, traced by sweetly shining snail-trails, tongue-glossy) speaks. it whispers I love you (so quietly) across me, all of me. it speaks simply, conversationally, of what we are entwined. it screams, clinging, that it cannot be without me, urgently.

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is poetry really something you think about like, can this be considered poetry? me, here sitting at a computer screen typing words ever so conversationally this reads less like a poem and more like a speech or perhaps, like a friend telling you their day over coffee and I bet right now you can smell the roasted beans the air, thick with the smell of caffeine, whipped cream, possibly a cigar or two and you hear the voice of your best friend who's telling you about their day how they had it rough that day Ben from accounting really knew how to ruin a day, let me tell you or perhaps, someone just spilled coffee all over their notes while they were studying and as much as fifty apologies can mend a relationship, fifty apologies can't dry up your english notes can we really consider this kind of stuff poetry? it's completely free-form against the norm, little to no rhyme or structure no substance whatsoever just a mindless person rambling about things that seem ever so slightly relatable is this really poetry? probably not.

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Jan 21, 2018

Jan 21, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC

lemonlemonlemon

poetry

is poetry really something you think about like, can this be considered poetry? me, here sitting at a computer screen typing words ever so conversationally this reads less like a poem and more like a speech or perhaps, like a friend telling you their day over coffee and I bet right now you can smell the roasted beans the air, thick with the smell of caffeine, whipped cream, possibly a cigar or two and you hear the voice of your best friend who's telling you about their day how they had it rough that day Ben from accounting really knew how to ruin a day, let me tell you or perhaps, someone just spilled coffee all over their notes while they were studying and as much as fifty apologies can mend a relationship, fifty apologies can't dry up your english notes can we really consider this kind of stuff poetry? it's completely free-form against the norm, little to no rhyme or structure no substance whatsoever just a mindless person rambling about things that seem ever so slightly relatable is this really poetry? probably not.

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Last night I dreampt the most incredible dream So vivid, but surely fantastic My daughter unborn was visiting me So timmid, yet brave and bombastic We sat for a while, and spoke with our minds So peaceful and exciting Her eyes were like mine, and her soul was familiar So conversationally inviting Words were not needed to say what we thought To say what was on our mind She shared of her waiting, and her longing to be I spoke of the passage of time Reluctantly choosing the perfect discussion We lovingly spoke of the future For she is my daughter, and I am her father But only in dreams we can nurture

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC

randy-bryte

Candice Angeline

Last night I dreampt the most incredible dream So vivid, but surely fantastic My daughter unborn was visiting me So timmid, yet brave and bombastic We sat for a while, and spoke with our minds So peaceful and exciting Her eyes were like mine, and her soul was familiar So conversationally inviting Words were not needed to say what we thought To say what was on our mind She shared of her waiting, and her longing to be I spoke of the passage of time Reluctantly choosing the perfect discussion We lovingly spoke of the future For she is my daughter, and I am her father But only in dreams we can nurture

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You know, you said one day, conversationally, There's really no where else we need to be. So on a cool fall day, amid leaves of red You and I held hands as we kissed and were wed.

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Oct 30, 2012

Oct 30, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC

misty-1

I Wrote this One While Searching for my Shoes, So I Could Cross the Mountain,and Be With You

You know, you said one day, conversationally, There's really no where else we need to be. So on a cool fall day, amid leaves of red You and I held hands as we kissed and were wed.

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Breath of life! Breathing you know between it all typically a good thing! Sometimes one must just do, be. Do not count your sufferings more than you'd count chicks before their hatching..! Rhythms as hearts are often drummy, drum like, beat, beat, skip, hop, scotch or fill a pineapple with *** *** rummy! Play the hands you've got. When between it's more oft a laying down, up put of soul. So I'm not counting breaths, Not playing drummish Looking for something beyond dummish; Well heck no, hell yes I have obviously thrived well beyond perhaps what feels oft; too oft enough a ghosting amount of so many too and another recently's hallowed stalkings Whereby conversationally be but a dance per chance of the ocean's breezerly Riding her rhythms Whereby there's no greater set; set, ups, of the consolation's..

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Apr 29, 2019

Apr 29, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC

sa-sa-ra

Drummish Be a Sea

Breath of life! Breathing you know between it all typically a good thing! Sometimes one must just do, be. Do not count your sufferings more than you'd count chicks before their hatching..! Rhythms as hearts are often drummy, drum like, beat, beat, skip, hop, scotch or fill a pineapple with *** *** rummy! Play the hands you've got. When between it's more oft a laying down, up put of soul. So I'm not counting breaths, Not playing drummish Looking for something beyond dummish; Well heck no, hell yes I have obviously thrived well beyond perhaps what feels oft; too oft enough a ghosting amount of so many too and another recently's hallowed stalkings Whereby conversationally be but a dance per chance of the ocean's breezerly Riding her rhythms Whereby there's no greater set; set, ups, of the consolation's..

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enunciating, conversationally the opposite of yelling at a foreigner only wishing to be heard while maintaining my distance from the herd self-assured closet nerd flipping the bird yelling word to all my muthafukkas the late night ruckus causes my focus to shift drifting aimless I try to digress but elementary recess memories have me needing to confess long held secret rendezvous the south bleacher blues and clues to what this all means… obscenely, I expect you to follow and wallow a while here with me only wishing to be heard while maintaining my distance from the herd late model Panel, three channels aftermarket handle, scandal with Randel and the move that opened the world girls and shotgun squirrels, two lucky pearls and the swirly, I’m sorry… one black eye. the year of fry. crystal **** high flying over Wah-Chang sludge ponds drawing power from the universal force and a pretty smile only wishing to be herd while maintaining my distance from the herd meeting resistance with distance running cunningly shunning become a man planning on dying junked up canned heat, Sterno and Dante’s Inferno stomach churning when lacking the black west coast ****** flunking straight life lost little girl, I’m sorry… burnt up rhymer scheming miner trying to unwind, blindly, but kindly only wishing to be herd while maintaining my distance from the heard flash fire, perspiring liar in dire need of a sign crime pile out of style ball sack wilding free range beguiler husting that 20 dollar wellness balloon buffoonery…. T’was June, you see, when it spoke to me the year before two thousand and three granting thee needle freedom preachy? Peach Tea? just like every other fish in the god **** sea……… ……………………… ……. only wishing to be heard while maintain my distance from the herd

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Jun 14, 2015

Jun 14, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC

s-lyman-temple

do you hear what I hear?

enunciating, conversationally the opposite of yelling at a foreigner only wishing to be heard while maintaining my distance from the herd self-assured closet nerd flipping the bird yelling word to all my muthafukkas the late night ruckus causes my focus to shift drifting aimless I try to digress but elementary recess memories have me needing to confess long held secret rendezvous the south bleacher blues and clues to what this all means… obscenely, I expect you to follow and wallow a while here with me only wishing to be heard while maintaining my distance from the herd late model Panel, three channels aftermarket handle, scandal with Randel and the move that opened the world girls and shotgun squirrels, two lucky pearls and the swirly, I’m sorry… one black eye. the year of fry. crystal **** high flying over Wah-Chang sludge ponds drawing power from the universal force and a pretty smile only wishing to be herd while maintaining my distance from the herd meeting resistance with distance running cunningly shunning become a man planning on dying junked up canned heat, Sterno and Dante’s Inferno stomach churning when lacking the black west coast ****** flunking straight life lost little girl, I’m sorry… burnt up rhymer scheming miner trying to unwind, blindly, but kindly only wishing to be herd while maintaining my distance from the heard flash fire, perspiring liar in dire need of a sign crime pile out of style ball sack wilding free range beguiler husting that 20 dollar wellness balloon buffoonery…. T’was June, you see, when it spoke to me the year before two thousand and three granting thee needle freedom preachy? Peach Tea? just like every other fish in the god **** sea……… ……………………… ……. only wishing to be heard while maintain my distance from the herd

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Great pitch, sales pitch, your prep, was great, you knew everything about her, you gave it to her straight, you knew what you wanted, to achieve, right from your intro (se)duction, you addressed her respectfully, you got to the point, conversationally, sensational, your delovery was flawless, you closed the deal, almost, but when you go to yes, you got no. Sorry the cat will not let you eat at the dinner table with US.

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

When you sell your self it is in the de-love-ry, unless it is Catastrophic

Great pitch, sales pitch, your prep, was great, you knew everything about her, you gave it to her straight, you knew what you wanted, to achieve, right from your intro (se)duction, you addressed her respectfully, you got to the point, conversationally, sensational, your delovery was flawless, you closed the deal, almost, but when you go to yes, you got no. Sorry the cat will not let you eat at the dinner table with US.

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