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"dampen" poems
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~ Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~ It rain heavily on the river in Kerala the next morning I think it was a sign of things to come, I remember our walks by the water The warmth of the sun as it dampen your hair this brought out your winsome boyish smile as you playfully tossed a small pebble into the water It became an instant Kodak moment for years to come: We were so in love with nature that summer I remember every moment how we held each other hands Your loving touch, your kiss, your blue eyes So trustworthy was I: Your lies were accumulating. and my foolish heart was pumping harder and harder Like a gallon of water in the desert heat: you made me fell in love with you your love for me was like a battlefield and I were the unexpected enemy I am still very fond of my captor, I smile from ear to ear- each time it rain heavily in Kerala If you know your enemies and know yourself then you are on top of things: Until death leaves a headache no one can heal: Quote: And love no matter what: leaves lasting memories.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
It Rain Heavily On The River In Kerala The Next Morning
Look at me and I'll look at you Give to me what you used to Do to me what you used to do Kiss me Reminisce with me Extend your hand Pull my fingers into yours Leading me through those double doors Mess up your bed My heart My head Piece together your reasons in a picture you like Shatter my picture on the floor Step tip-toe around the pieces Don't cut your feet on your way out the door Just leave me bleeding in a heap on the ground Reaching all around Frantically gathering Piling Frantic Panic Pieces and shards, They're missing I'd like to think they've imbedded themselves in your feet when you left Maybe you still feel me every time you step That sting. Pinch. Reminder of what you had and Broke. Took, cradled, coddled, and dropped Too heavy in your arms my burden was You cry Tell me you're so sorry That you want me it's just that You can't anymore Take your tears Dampen a cloth And wipe the blood from my chest Reveal the gaping hole Gaze into it like an orb Remember what was What you took from me and what I gave What you gave to me and what I took And I'm sorry about that I can't give it back Fill this hole in my chest with that which I lack I want all of you Every part Your cracking neck and knuckles The stupid way you dress And that head of yours Filled with intellect, goodness, and laughter I want that too I just beg of you to Remember Who I am and who you are I'll wait for now Until you do Hold my jaw in your hands Realize what's between your Palms A second chance Don't let me go this time I'll hold you up Carry you Carry me and Hold me up Just a moment and you ease me to the ground In a pile of my blood and reasons Curled into a ball Fists in the splinters Head to the floor I feel the vibrations of your leaving feet ****** footprints out the door
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
In a Pile of My Blood and Reasons
Look at me and I'll look at you Give to me what you used to Do to me what you used to do Kiss me Reminisce with me Extend your hand Pull my fingers into yours Leading me through those double doors Mess up your bed My heart My head Piece together your reasons in a picture you like Shatter my picture on the floor Step tip-toe around the pieces Don't cut your feet on your way out the door Just leave me bleeding in a heap on the ground Reaching all around Frantically gathering Piling Frantic Panic Pieces and shards, They're missing I'd like to think they've imbedded themselves in your feet when you left Maybe you still feel me every time you step That sting. Pinch. Reminder of what you had and Broke. Took, cradled, coddled, and dropped Too heavy in your arms my burden was You cry Tell me you're so sorry That you want me it's just that You can't anymore Take your tears Dampen a cloth And wipe the blood from my chest Reveal the gaping hole Gaze into it like an orb Remember what was What you took from me and what I gave What you gave to me and what I took And I'm sorry about that I can't give it back Fill this hole in my chest with that which I lack I want all of you Every part Your cracking neck and knuckles The stupid way you dress And that head of yours Filled with intellect, goodness, and laughter I want that too I just beg of you to Remember Who I am and who you are I'll wait for now Until you do Hold my jaw in your hands Realize what's between your Palms A second chance Don't let me go this time I'll hold you up Carry you Carry me and Hold me up Just a moment and you ease me to the ground In a pile of my blood and reasons Curled into a ball Fists in the splinters Head to the floor I feel the vibrations of your leaving feet ****** footprints out the door
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A moon beam glides along the soft covers of my skin. Let the moon make me mad, I thought, For there is no fear in what is known. I beckon the sermons of wild men To settle in among the cracks of my skull. Spirals and stars may rest on my hands For a mind barren and lonely Holds not a life worth living. Let darkness flood my life and dampen empty Hopes with beauty and love. I shall not stray from what is destined for me, For I will play neither God nor Satan in this farce Of innocent freedom and dizzying thought. I do not fear madness, I fear the emptiness Of logic and rationality. For how can there be joy in knowing How it'll end?
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
2 in the morning with light for company
I promised I wouldn't anymore I lied I said I was happy again I lied I said I was content I lied I swore I wouldn't pick up another screwdriver again So I did And I swore I wouldn't dampen my pillow anymore So I did I also swore I loved myself So I did I thought we were friends I'm not sure She hates me now...doesn't she? I'm not sure Because he likes me, not her I'm not sure I said I was happy, yet I lied I swore I wouldn't cry....so I did And I thought she would always be there for me...but now I'm not sure
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
I lied
“Completely under the impression she would resume her status outside” he thought.. maybe my own words betrayed me as the knife entered Brutus Unhinged, could the mind play a game, it saw the movies but did it Saw 5? Animals huddled around the man made entry salivating at the idea of another chance, ravenous they paced hungry for a sole sight   What could be for dinner? If an appearance not made would both beings have to consider drastic measures. A voyage? A continental trip to parts unknown? Meeting ghosts are not my style but Anthony Bourdain was surely welcome. Was that a twitch from the **** all beings in the area stood at attention awaiting a response from the opening. Informal gestures and gazing eyes they dampen any doubts of their desires. “How dare they keep us waiting” the impatient thoughts arose out of the sandy concrete mixture. Those who knew of the situation stood steadfast and steady — this might be it No “read” stamp, hope has begun to dwindle. I too wished of a different outcome but life demands transitions.
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Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
Betrayal (texts to a wife who’s abandoned her husband)
Bathed in my own tears Baptized in love's broken promise I lay here and remember Whispered words unsaid Night's mystery does little to dampen the pain Memories brought back in an instance in this digital world Your Instagram smile looks up at me and I recall all that was good Social media failed to capture the hurt
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Sitting in It
Freedom flings Tyrant kings Into their rightful place A head on a plate Democracy inflates The morale of the people Oligarchy deflates The idea that we're equal Spiteful dictators make their way through the system And dominate the world while nobody listens Distracting people with things that glisten Disseminating hatred as their vision Engendering fear is their mission To buy or sell weapons For more money or more power Dropping bombs from their ivory tower From extreme explosions we cower Explosions of hatred then violence Explosions hastened by silence Explosions of fire we ferment To burn the faces off our enemy To avoid exercising our empathy Creating a world filled by entropy People say ******** like freedom isn't free When the currency we pay for freedom Is restriction We dampen our fiery feelings With prescriptions Freedom is free It's inherent It can only be taken or given away It is not a proper excuse to slay Those that rightly disagree With what you're imposing Freedom is fleeing far far away When people are molded by clay Of those with the power to shape civilians Of those with the power to bring billions Of people to their knees When freedom is our fee To live in timid apathy
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
Freedom
Go ahead and feel the breezes, brought to us by the wind and rain; As the rustling leaves tell their stories, some of joy and some of pain. They whisper nightly as dark descends, upon our sleepy little town; Forgive me now, they'll often ask, not wanting to be left alone. Tears drip softly from those trees, as their leaves let go and fly; To the yard in which the children play, in crisp bundles on a hill so high. Their laughter permeates the air, as each child decides to climb; Yet the rustling leaves feel safe now, while finding their place in time. Crackling red the autumn glows, a roaring fire in every tree; Brisk waters from the rain above, can not dampen their energy. For Nature gives its soul to us, from visions that often stay; Within our hearts for countless years, and never drift far away.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
The Rustling Leaves
Midsummer flutters in on butterfly wings. Softly landing on the corolla leading to the petals. Slow motion has been initiated by summer, people, air, insects and life has slowed. Summer doesn't rush, summer doesn't push. Summer lazes in a haze of shimmering heat. Only tempers get short during long summer nights. Humid hate filled anger disrupts the slow tempo, only to quickly dampen in the humid stultifying night heat. Honeysuckle, jasmine, water lilies and evening primrose, come out and soothe the moonlit summer night. A breeze rises and soothes the weary mind. Summer night blooms, in more ways than one, moonlight shimmers like gossamer threads down onto the flower beds, the flower's fragrance fills the air, soothing, calming, softly, sweetly filling summertime with cruel kindness. Cruelty of heat the kindness of sweet flowers.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
Night Blooms
see, I loved you with everything I had and I know you loved me the best you could without loving yourself you were fighting demons of your own design doing everything you could to calm the eternal flames rising from your core I spent years begging them to possess me instead years fighting for you to love me in a way you couldn't in the end, I got what I had been begging for now, I am trying to dampen the flames rising from my core fighting demons of my own design
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Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 4:17 PM UTC
Demons of Design
Sometimes we run into the arms of a terrible person just trying to escape a broken heart because loneliness has been known to taste like warm whiskey, parliament lights and the kiss of a lack luster lover who spent more time trying to lie you between the covers than they did learning to say your name out loud, you know the type. I'd be lying too if I didn't say I've been that kind, that tall glass of water promising to dampen a dry tongue which ain't got the courage to say I'm sorry, not to nobody else but to themselves. So I want apologize for not seeing or perhaps ignoring how crushed you were when I rolled you up in my arms the way hikers do sleeping bags and I held you in my lap because the car was packed and I didn't know where else to put you. You must have felt safe there thinking you were the place for me to lay my head on this road trip we call life, but little did you know had the trunk not been full I would have been sitting alone face aglow from my cellular phone texting other women, probably with a smile. I am here to tell you, you deserve better and I don't want you ever settle for anything less than a lover's embrace because comfort plus time equals unease on your mind. Worrying whether this companion of yours has become a stone tied to your heart with a heavy rope and its tugging you down into the dark blue depths filling your lungs with ice cold seawater with every last breath. I want you to be with someone you can chase for the rest of your life and when you get tired of swimming they won't leave you treading, chumming shark infested waters with blood from a poorly stitched heart but they will follow and follow until you both find that deserted island, that paradise you promised one another.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
Hikers & Swimmers
Sometimes we run into the arms of a terrible person just trying to escape a broken heart because loneliness has been known to taste like warm whiskey, parliament lights and the kiss of a lack luster lover who spent more time trying to lie you between the covers than they did learning to say your name out loud, you know the type. I'd be lying too if I didn't say I've been that kind, that tall glass of water promising to dampen a dry tongue which ain't got the courage to say I'm sorry, not to nobody else but to themselves. So I want apologize for not seeing or perhaps ignoring how crushed you were when I rolled you up in my arms the way hikers do sleeping bags and I held you in my lap because the car was packed and I didn't know where else to put you. You must have felt safe there thinking you were the place for me to lay my head on this road trip we call life, but little did you know had the trunk not been full I would have been sitting alone face aglow from my cellular phone texting other women, probably with a smile. I am here to tell you, you deserve better and I don't want you ever settle for anything less than a lover's embrace because comfort plus time equals unease on your mind. Worrying whether this companion of yours has become a stone tied to your heart with a heavy rope and its tugging you down into the dark blue depths filling your lungs with ice cold seawater with every last breath. I want you to be with someone you can chase for the rest of your life and when you get tired of swimming they won't leave you treading, chumming shark infested waters with blood from a poorly stitched heart but they will follow and follow until you both find that deserted island, that paradise you promised one another.
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I saw what you did, You son of a ***** You barely got away, Over a stupid glitch, The mistake wont repeat itself, I can assure you of that, You can hide away nightly, In your pervy little flat. All those little ones you took, And disposed of their souls, Ripped at their dreams, **** all over their goals, But you didnt figure me, You pathetic slime ball, I will haunt your dreams, I will watch you crawl, Wherever you are going, Ill be there first, To dampen your ugly addiction, And to dry up your ***** thirst, I will make you suffer, For every one you hurt, Your redemption is too late now, You paedo piece of dirt!!!
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May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 9:18 AM UTC
REDEMPTION
I'll admit I didn't notice it the first time I saw you there was mystery wrapped around your fingers and silence that sliced the air I did not expect the flash of a helmet I saw for that half split second but as the hands moved on I saw a glimpse of the warrior in you. Tattooed on your feet are the stars of the sea, but you keep them hidden in black socks and high topped rubber shoes maybe you're scared of stepping on broken glass you've cut yourself before, I know but if you keep your feet sealed in walking on familiar paths you'll never know what it feels like to have warm sand in between your toes or on fresh grass, dampen your soles don't be afraid of pain, for I know that there is the warrior in you. Your name means messenger. I looked it up. You don't say as much as the others to me at least, but when you do you leave fingerprints in the air and maybe you think that your words don't matter much but believe me, they've planted seeds and those seeds are growing and your messages don't just come in consonants and syllables, but in the way you open doors and tap shoulders, the way you hold your head, hold it high, because there is the warrior in you. You have lived through many battles I see it in your eyes. I hope your heart doesn't grow heavy when you lose one, because the war's already been won. Learn to trust, soldier, you'll always need backup. And when it seems like dawn will never come, I hope you'll remember the Warrior in you.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
The warrior in you
There once was light where I stand; Now I'm unable to even see my hand. A time of darkness has dawned upon us; Just makes me want to scream and cuss. Loadshedding is what they call it; Unable to see I sometimes trip. It happens at times when we are hard at work; Or at home while making dessert. It's something that's beyond control; Or at least that's what we are told. The energy grids struggle to take on the pressure; Thus reducing our times of leisure. It's something that drives us insane; Yet there is nobody we can blame. How long long will this dampen our spirit? Even they don't know it. What are we to do in this dire straights? Well nothing, just sit and wait.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
Time of Darkness
I watch her move like smoke dancing off a torrid ember. The earth weeps knowing that there will never be anything quite as beautiful as her, and it weeps at the fact that her last moments are filled with panic and fright. she cuts through her nefarious foe like the ocean spray that slices its way through crag rock to dampen a once dry space. She falls to darkness, with the searing pain of a slicing blade, but she will not cry, beg nor give in. She welcomes death as a dear friend, and looks to the light of the world beyond.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
The warrior within
i still am trying to hold back my tears as i write this down. i thought about on my way home and debated with myself for a good 3 hours and decided that i have to write this, if not for people, for myself. i visited the ward as a visitor today. it felt weird to be on the other side of the door. it felt weird to be on the other side of the glass, and it felt weird to look into the eyes of someone i once knew. it hurt that as soon as i walked through the open doors, i hear the screams of a man speaking in a language i did not understand. it hurt to watch him being pinned down by 2 men almost twice his size. it hurt to watch his mental pain being temporarily stopped with physical pain. it hurt as we started talking. it took almost every ounce of courage inside of me to hold my tears back, because i knew that me crying would dampen his spirits and affect his recovery. and i knew exactly what that feels like. it hurt to sit back and watch him explain his illness in terms i knew far too well. it hurt to hear him say " stay here, you would understand this more than anybody else. " it hurt that i understood. it hurt that for that brief moment, i didn't want to understand. i didn't want to be in there. my legs were shaking but i listened anyway. it hurt to hear him explain how the electricity worked and hurt his jaws. it hurt to tell him to be strong, because i knew how much it would take out of him to just try. it hurt that he cracked up jokes in the middle of our conversations, i didn't feel like laughing at all. it hurt to watch so many people suffering from illnesses they never asked for, it hurt to watch so many of you suffering from the pain you don't deserve. it hurt to just sit there and not be able to do anything about it. it hurt. but it hurt because it wasn't my place to feel hurt, it was yours. it was your place to scream and shout. it was your place to cry and break down into a million pieces. but it hurt because you couldn't, because in your head you are fine. in your head, you're at work. in your head, none of this ever happened. in your head, 20 cops didn't restrain you. in your head, this is a perfect world. but it didn't hurt because i knew deep in my heart that no matter what, the way i feel about you will never change. the strong, courageous, brave, joyful, kind, happy man that i grew up knowing will always have a place in my heart. no amount of ect's and antidepressants will take that away. so thank you, for opening my eyes to all the pain in the world. thank you, for making me understand that there is greater suffering in the world. thank you, for teaching me the value of gratefulness. thank you, for educating me, even if it was through your suffering.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
my visit to the psychiatric ward -
i still am trying to hold back my tears as i write this down. i thought about on my way home and debated with myself for a good 3 hours and decided that i have to write this, if not for people, for myself. i visited the ward as a visitor today. it felt weird to be on the other side of the door. it felt weird to be on the other side of the glass, and it felt weird to look into the eyes of someone i once knew. it hurt that as soon as i walked through the open doors, i hear the screams of a man speaking in a language i did not understand. it hurt to watch him being pinned down by 2 men almost twice his size. it hurt to watch his mental pain being temporarily stopped with physical pain. it hurt as we started talking. it took almost every ounce of courage inside of me to hold my tears back, because i knew that me crying would dampen his spirits and affect his recovery. and i knew exactly what that feels like. it hurt to sit back and watch him explain his illness in terms i knew far too well. it hurt to hear him say " stay here, you would understand this more than anybody else. " it hurt that i understood. it hurt that for that brief moment, i didn't want to understand. i didn't want to be in there. my legs were shaking but i listened anyway. it hurt to hear him explain how the electricity worked and hurt his jaws. it hurt to tell him to be strong, because i knew how much it would take out of him to just try. it hurt that he cracked up jokes in the middle of our conversations, i didn't feel like laughing at all. it hurt to watch so many people suffering from illnesses they never asked for, it hurt to watch so many of you suffering from the pain you don't deserve. it hurt to just sit there and not be able to do anything about it. it hurt. but it hurt because it wasn't my place to feel hurt, it was yours. it was your place to scream and shout. it was your place to cry and break down into a million pieces. but it hurt because you couldn't, because in your head you are fine. in your head, you're at work. in your head, none of this ever happened. in your head, 20 cops didn't restrain you. in your head, this is a perfect world. but it didn't hurt because i knew deep in my heart that no matter what, the way i feel about you will never change. the strong, courageous, brave, joyful, kind, happy man that i grew up knowing will always have a place in my heart. no amount of ect's and antidepressants will take that away. so thank you, for opening my eyes to all the pain in the world. thank you, for making me understand that there is greater suffering in the world. thank you, for teaching me the value of gratefulness. thank you, for educating me, even if it was through your suffering.
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Death may dampen the mind and soul but one can only prevent it from eroding your heart
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Guilt
For far too long we have been victims of police brutality. We came in peace but got treated like criminals on the 21st of October. These are the very same men and women who we trust to protect us. But they failed us dismally, barricaded us from expressing our concerns. You could see the visuals all on TV, it was all too hard to believe. The revolution will not be fully televised, it will be tweeted. For far too long we’ve accepted the government’s mediocrity. For far too long we’ve been victims of police brutality. Your teargas, rubber bullets and stun grenades will never stop us. Our parents were sold dreams in 1994, we’re just here for the refund. Now it’s time to finally bump the cheese up, so what’s the hold-up for? History is repeating itself in South Africa, what a time to be alive. They’ve become worse than their oppressors but they won’t oppress us. Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to change the world. We will keep protesting in Jo’burg, Pretoria and Cape Town until we’re heard. There’s no amount of police brutality that can dampen our spirits and no gun you make can **** our souls. Our parents were sold dreams in 1994, we’re just here for the refund. Now it’s time to finally bump the cheese up, so why is there a hold-up? Hold up, we’re tired of being victims of hate, fate and police brutality. We came in peace but got treated like criminals on the 23rd of October. For far too long we’ve accepted the government’s mediocrity. Your riot police, rubber bullets and stun grenades will never stop us. Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to change the world. When burning buildings come down, I just hope you’ll be ready for us all. When burning buildings come down, we will effortlessly heed the call.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
Burning Buildings
For far too long we have been victims of police brutality. We came in peace but got treated like criminals on the 21st of October. These are the very same men and women who we trust to protect us. But they failed us dismally, barricaded us from expressing our concerns. You could see the visuals all on TV, it was all too hard to believe. The revolution will not be fully televised, it will be tweeted. For far too long we’ve accepted the government’s mediocrity. For far too long we’ve been victims of police brutality. Your teargas, rubber bullets and stun grenades will never stop us. Our parents were sold dreams in 1994, we’re just here for the refund. Now it’s time to finally bump the cheese up, so what’s the hold-up for? History is repeating itself in South Africa, what a time to be alive. They’ve become worse than their oppressors but they won’t oppress us. Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to change the world. We will keep protesting in Jo’burg, Pretoria and Cape Town until we’re heard. There’s no amount of police brutality that can dampen our spirits and no gun you make can **** our souls. Our parents were sold dreams in 1994, we’re just here for the refund. Now it’s time to finally bump the cheese up, so why is there a hold-up? Hold up, we’re tired of being victims of hate, fate and police brutality. We came in peace but got treated like criminals on the 23rd of October. For far too long we’ve accepted the government’s mediocrity. Your riot police, rubber bullets and stun grenades will never stop us. Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to change the world. When burning buildings come down, I just hope you’ll be ready for us all. When burning buildings come down, we will effortlessly heed the call.
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Pickled on quixotic tonics he strives for a polyglot's poise, balancing plaster peas at the end of his tippler's tongue. But the rough-surfaced pearls prickle his too-ticklish bed of pink, and gulped down, he administers only a lessoned indigestion. Flipping the flop, he prevaricates himself into the tight-fit corners of a parallelogram traced by unsolemn processionals bedecked in platitudinous finery. Their porous smirks drip sticky reminders of a plethora of previously pernicious exercises and dampen his fluffy ambition, prodding procrastinations until his drunken promise dries out to become a posthumous wish.
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
Pickled
You don't have to remind me to listen to three AM school-night words that come out in the soft whispers you've been waiting to share with me in an attempt to shield it from the rest of the world I'll remember the things you didn't say like engraved textbook lessons when my skin starts to dampen and stick to my body like a raincoat my head hits the wood desk so loud everyone stops pretending to pay attention and i have to write "he doesn't love me anymore" one hundred times on the chalkboard and bang the parts of my past i wake up forgetting together watching the chalk dust from the day my mother told me; they almost lost you fall to the floor Every negative hallway interaction bubbles over in an abandonment issue chemical reaction and I had to drop chemistry because I found none of the connections and formulas could fix the imbalance I carry around with me like i shouldn't be failing Psychology 101. Maybe I'm clueless because I can't tell you why weather changes or square roots of negatives But I can recite the lisence plate of the car my dad has never visited me in and my sisters contact information for the 4 minute and 57 second call i can pay $6.43 to make to sit on the floor and learn about juvenile detention while history notes offer me cold faux-sympathy Maybe I'm clueless because id rather memorize the way your hand moves down my back than the quadratic formula and give up on poetry mid sentence and change "moves" to "moved" because it's all in past-tense and the difference between present and present perfect and banging erasers and not sleeping and forgetting how to function off of autopilot mode and there are lessons I will remember that won't come from staring at a projector screen when to stop talking how to look like you weren't just sobbing in the bathroom the unwritten "give a stranger a ****** if they ask" rule I'll remember every word you tell me like the test is next period and I'll study every syllable and drown in iambic pentameter and I'll still fail
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
revise and resubmit
You don't have to remind me to listen to three AM school-night words that come out in the soft whispers you've been waiting to share with me in an attempt to shield it from the rest of the world I'll remember the things you didn't say like engraved textbook lessons when my skin starts to dampen and stick to my body like a raincoat my head hits the wood desk so loud everyone stops pretending to pay attention and i have to write "he doesn't love me anymore" one hundred times on the chalkboard and bang the parts of my past i wake up forgetting together watching the chalk dust from the day my mother told me; they almost lost you fall to the floor Every negative hallway interaction bubbles over in an abandonment issue chemical reaction and I had to drop chemistry because I found none of the connections and formulas could fix the imbalance I carry around with me like i shouldn't be failing Psychology 101. Maybe I'm clueless because I can't tell you why weather changes or square roots of negatives But I can recite the lisence plate of the car my dad has never visited me in and my sisters contact information for the 4 minute and 57 second call i can pay $6.43 to make to sit on the floor and learn about juvenile detention while history notes offer me cold faux-sympathy Maybe I'm clueless because id rather memorize the way your hand moves down my back than the quadratic formula and give up on poetry mid sentence and change "moves" to "moved" because it's all in past-tense and the difference between present and present perfect and banging erasers and not sleeping and forgetting how to function off of autopilot mode and there are lessons I will remember that won't come from staring at a projector screen when to stop talking how to look like you weren't just sobbing in the bathroom the unwritten "give a stranger a ****** if they ask" rule I'll remember every word you tell me like the test is next period and I'll study every syllable and drown in iambic pentameter and I'll still fail
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I've fallen in love with a girl That cannot love me back She's everything I want Yet a love for me she lacks She's perfect in every way There isn't a flaw about her I just wish that things were different That way I could have her I don't want to seem selfish Her life and feelings matter too But I pray and I wish day after day That she'll come to love me soon I've fallen for a girl Fallen oh so very deep She tells me it will never work out And for this reason I weep I feel the tears come to my eyes As I face this truth in my mind My tears begin to dampen the page Where I am writing these rhymes I will never have her to myself At some point I'll have to give her up This isn't a truth I want to confess That she won't be mine when we're grown up I talk to her day after day And each day I get pulled in more I want to take her far away with me For she is the only one I adore I've fallen in love with a girl That never leaves my mind I think about her throughout the day And dream about her at night I want to give her the world That is what she deserves For she is a queen, a girl of royalty For her only the best should be reserved I could talk about her for hours And not for a second get bored When I think about her I can't help but be happy Her effect on me is something I adore I enjoy every moment I get to spend in her presence For she's an angel, a girl of beauty She came down to Earth from the heavens No matter what happens to the both of us In our future lives I will never forget her or stop thinking about her My love for her will never die I've fallen for this girl And I want her to be mine But I know that I can't have her So I'll love her to the end of time
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
A Girl That Cannot Love Me Back
I've fallen in love with a girl That cannot love me back She's everything I want Yet a love for me she lacks She's perfect in every way There isn't a flaw about her I just wish that things were different That way I could have her I don't want to seem selfish Her life and feelings matter too But I pray and I wish day after day That she'll come to love me soon I've fallen for a girl Fallen oh so very deep She tells me it will never work out And for this reason I weep I feel the tears come to my eyes As I face this truth in my mind My tears begin to dampen the page Where I am writing these rhymes I will never have her to myself At some point I'll have to give her up This isn't a truth I want to confess That she won't be mine when we're grown up I talk to her day after day And each day I get pulled in more I want to take her far away with me For she is the only one I adore I've fallen in love with a girl That never leaves my mind I think about her throughout the day And dream about her at night I want to give her the world That is what she deserves For she is a queen, a girl of royalty For her only the best should be reserved I could talk about her for hours And not for a second get bored When I think about her I can't help but be happy Her effect on me is something I adore I enjoy every moment I get to spend in her presence For she's an angel, a girl of beauty She came down to Earth from the heavens No matter what happens to the both of us In our future lives I will never forget her or stop thinking about her My love for her will never die I've fallen for this girl And I want her to be mine But I know that I can't have her So I'll love her to the end of time
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Coffee creamer rain drops, wet and thirsty and cursing the turkey who said too much water was too bad. Bring on the damp leaves and the damp seats of pants. Splash on droplets dropping from branch to sea level. Salvia, spit it up, into your baby bird's mouth and drop some on me accidentally. Flood tiny concrete rooms, irrigate me. Smother in luke-warm raindrops, and I scream when stink-bugs press their wet little pad toes on me. Dampen everything!
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Wet
I cannot be curbed, I cannot be tamed, I cannot adopt moderation, or restraint. My appetites are rampant, And my passions wreak havoc like a violent summer storm. Do not try to temper my lusts, or divert my inclinations, For you will fail. I will not have it said, that I merely existed. Life is delicious, love is everything, Why would you seek, therefore, to dampen your desires? There is much to adore, there is much to abhor, And I would not have it any other way.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Cleopatra
Following dark roads all night looking for bright lights to spark excitement and wonder where life went the further we break from the burden of the world the thinner the barrier between us and the heavens I can almost reach out and touch them while were on these hilltops dancing like demons and devils letting the magic dipped paper slip split my mortal mind from my immortal soul as the past slithers through the crowd like a snake lurking in the grass only rearing its head to boast its own self loathing but being so lost in the bass and the movement makes me not even close to human makes me more immune then a deaf man trying to tune in or an ignorant man assumin' and just as me and her return from our voyage mother earth greets us with the most beautiful sight these one time eyes have ever seen so pristine like a dream as a cloud drops to kiss the crisp hilltop once again everything stops and I thought even witnessing the rot that she got from scraping the bottom of the barrel and lapping up the sin couldn't dampen the thin grin on my chin so smile back baby because not even all the cumpsters, so called friends or Christopher Walken himself can stop us.
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Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 9:35 PM UTC
Last night
What does it mean to relax? I think I've forgotten true comfort. Fear is a constant hangnail, and the summer heat makes my nerves kick in. My teeth peel skin as I worry and my clothes dampen. Drawing my own blood, it's a stupid self-induced sin. Voices whisper in my ears. "Watch your gaze, or they'll think you're up to something. They'll assume the worst. They won't see your chewed up fingers and they'll only see the thirst. Your lips parched from heavy breathing." Who spoke first? Was it me licking my lips- causing questions within them? Or am I the one asking? Wondering like this when I should be relaxing? "Close your eyes to heighten the panic, seems like it's euphoric, But you're really just frantic. Open them but don't look at a soul." I have eyes that penetrate as deep as their goals. They speak more than my clothes, they speak more than my curves. If I stare at them longer, and release my nerves, Misunderstood. Misunderstood. I'll relax when reality And their thoughts become good.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
easy intentions