"decal" poems - Hello Poetry

Cell phone shield in hand, the mirror-me peers into a shoddy, cracked up dream reflector-slash-protector as I make amends with my agitated mitochondria and attempt to drill miniscule holes into paper dolls without ripping them. So screams the wall hanging! Banshees dance, falling into cyclical romances as cream colored microphones peek out around one-way windows wondering whether or not the smiles will hold. Eyes still, eyes wrinkles crinkling, spit spray sprinkling. Connect to the dreamers. Push your plug into my cracking wall sockets, pull me apart at the seams. So cries the doorstopper! Knees bleed from street corner séances and eyes green grass that's afraid to ask where its clover went but heavens, it's bent for hell. Pray tell me, burping chickadee, when did your teeth glass over with a film of cerulean and your bones start sailing through tepid reminders that you may end this life a failure, swallowing Uncle Ben's rice packet trash at the dark black bottom of the Pacific? So sighs the statue! Broken walkie talkies feed red back to nothing and knick knack hoarders note the familiar festering of deadly bacteria in the lungs and on the tippy top of the tongue. Space cadets rocket through concrete jungles containing apartment after apartment after apartment filled with mannequins filled with sand filled with unevenly severed hands. So speaks the ornament! So declares the dashboard decal! Sensual scholarly seekers seem so totally hip and read feminist poetry to dispel the myths and spit on the irony. I won't dare to flatter you with the focused attention of stone or allow the personable picture frame to make the secrets of the microscopic universe known. So suggests the ship siren! So recites the repository! Empty yourself into me, adopt a new philosophy, abandon in within two weeks so I can see and you can seep, your fluttering robin heart to keep and glaciers to arrive upon a salty brown eternal sleep. Deliver me to the melting shopping mall! The centennial fire alarm goes off at the tip of the cliff, at the end of the hall.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC

rsc

(so recites the repository)

Cell phone shield in hand, the mirror-me peers into a shoddy, cracked up dream reflector-slash-protector as I make amends with my agitated mitochondria and attempt to drill miniscule holes into paper dolls without ripping them. So screams the wall hanging! Banshees dance, falling into cyclical romances as cream colored microphones peek out around one-way windows wondering whether or not the smiles will hold. Eyes still, eyes wrinkles crinkling, spit spray sprinkling. Connect to the dreamers. Push your plug into my cracking wall sockets, pull me apart at the seams. So cries the doorstopper! Knees bleed from street corner séances and eyes green grass that's afraid to ask where its clover went but heavens, it's bent for hell. Pray tell me, burping chickadee, when did your teeth glass over with a film of cerulean and your bones start sailing through tepid reminders that you may end this life a failure, swallowing Uncle Ben's rice packet trash at the dark black bottom of the Pacific? So sighs the statue! Broken walkie talkies feed red back to nothing and knick knack hoarders note the familiar festering of deadly bacteria in the lungs and on the tippy top of the tongue. Space cadets rocket through concrete jungles containing apartment after apartment after apartment filled with mannequins filled with sand filled with unevenly severed hands. So speaks the ornament! So declares the dashboard decal! Sensual scholarly seekers seem so totally hip and read feminist poetry to dispel the myths and spit on the irony. I won't dare to flatter you with the focused attention of stone or allow the personable picture frame to make the secrets of the microscopic universe known. So suggests the ship siren! So recites the repository! Empty yourself into me, adopt a new philosophy, abandon in within two weeks so I can see and you can seep, your fluttering robin heart to keep and glaciers to arrive upon a salty brown eternal sleep. Deliver me to the melting shopping mall! The centennial fire alarm goes off at the tip of the cliff, at the end of the hall.

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I sit on the counter, feet draped over the sink watching the sun rise over the trees through the open window As I bring my coffee to my lips I feel the familiar chip The one that my lips have felt every morning for years This cup snuggles perfectly between my small hands, the warmth shielding them from the cool spring air This cup has been through a lot A few moves More than a few lovers The Alice in Wonderland decal has worn off and the seafoam enamel is cracked-- a mosaic of all the times I didn't care enough to hand wash it The handle fell off once, I wanted to practice the Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken things with liquid gold But I'm a college student, so glittery modge podge worked just fine In many ways I am this cup Used, well loved Slightly broken, held together with glitter and good intentions I don't mind the cracks In the cup or in me Cracks show that you are strong, can handle whatever is thrown at you, heartbreak or linoleum They also allow light in To brighten when darkness is all you can seem to find As I reach the last sips of my coffee the sun is well up My cats are hungry and I'm running late Some days it's worth tardiness to reconnect to a part of you you thought was lost Today is one of those days

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC

SinBun

Mindfulness

I sit on the counter, feet draped over the sink watching the sun rise over the trees through the open window As I bring my coffee to my lips I feel the familiar chip The one that my lips have felt every morning for years This cup snuggles perfectly between my small hands, the warmth shielding them from the cool spring air This cup has been through a lot A few moves More than a few lovers The Alice in Wonderland decal has worn off and the seafoam enamel is cracked-- a mosaic of all the times I didn't care enough to hand wash it The handle fell off once, I wanted to practice the Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken things with liquid gold But I'm a college student, so glittery modge podge worked just fine In many ways I am this cup Used, well loved Slightly broken, held together with glitter and good intentions I don't mind the cracks In the cup or in me Cracks show that you are strong, can handle whatever is thrown at you, heartbreak or linoleum They also allow light in To brighten when darkness is all you can seem to find As I reach the last sips of my coffee the sun is well up My cats are hungry and I'm running late Some days it's worth tardiness to reconnect to a part of you you thought was lost Today is one of those days

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I only hear the dead. Only grieve The Never. Possessed like specter. Melon working like a piston. Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon. Boom but bigger; think destined. Mutant to these silly humans. Beetles bejeweled to a windshield. Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel? Best to kneel before General Zod. If not, it's the drop top, Cogs. I could swerve outside the lines and still stay on course. I'm like an astronaut to the horde, casting lightning bolts when I'm bored. My crown's adorned with worms, best believe I feed the birds.

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Jan 13, 2018

Jan 13, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC

Bbbbbbbb

A B C

I only hear the dead. Only grieve The Never. Possessed like specter. Melon working like a piston. Ignition. Yeah, It's a weapon. Boom but bigger; think destined. Mutant to these silly humans. Beetles bejeweled to a windshield. Equal to a decal, now just how does that feel? Best to kneel before General Zod. If not, it's the drop top, Cogs. I could swerve outside the lines and still stay on course. I'm like an astronaut to the horde, casting lightning bolts when I'm bored. My crown's adorned with worms, best believe I feed the birds.

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Door slam wakeup; A half-sighing unmoist Philadelphia sinus sniff Announces a guy in a red, White and blue seersucker Suit who parks on our block Every 6 a.m. to walk to work. He likes a dumb bumper joke — his magnet loop which says Support Lap Dancing. New today Is a gag half hockey puck glued To his Ford 150 rear window Amid a decal of spiderwork Cracks radiating across the Shadowy defroster strips As if the puck's halfway Through the glass — But isn't.

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC

hiraethpoetry

Metaphor for Something, or Solving the Credit Crunch

Door slam wakeup; A half-sighing unmoist Philadelphia sinus sniff Announces a guy in a red, White and blue seersucker Suit who parks on our block Every 6 a.m. to walk to work. He likes a dumb bumper joke — his magnet loop which says Support Lap Dancing. New today Is a gag half hockey puck glued To his Ford 150 rear window Amid a decal of spiderwork Cracks radiating across the Shadowy defroster strips As if the puck's halfway Through the glass — But isn't.

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I watched him through my window. A man, scraping the stick figure decal of his wife off the rear window of his minivan. Death or Divorce? Which is worse? I suppose that depends on one's view of Life and Life Everlasting.

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May 30, 2017

May 30, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC

zach-wr

I Watched

I watched him through my window. A man, scraping the stick figure decal of his wife off the rear window of his minivan. Death or Divorce? Which is worse? I suppose that depends on one's view of Life and Life Everlasting.

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