"decelerating" poems - Hello Poetry

At times I’ve believed it And at other times, scoffed, One of the oldest of pivotal fears, Mentioned in scripture and stories and hymns, The execration is stinging my ears. And throbbing, echoing, clashing rhythms, With no beat ...such tension… Distortion’s risings, A march over mazurka decelerating, Curious uses for curious things, Intestinal-pullings, intestinal strings, Every warping conceived by my kind, Like tearing of flesh and torture of mind, Nothing that’s wholesome, nothing that’s good, The truth bent, the opening crude, The too-thin passageway out, understood And my own rotting flesh is my food.

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC

Brotherjimmy

hell pondered

At times I’ve believed it And at other times, scoffed, One of the oldest of pivotal fears, Mentioned in scripture and stories and hymns, The execration is stinging my ears. And throbbing, echoing, clashing rhythms, With no beat ...such tension… Distortion’s risings, A march over mazurka decelerating, Curious uses for curious things, Intestinal-pullings, intestinal strings, Every warping conceived by my kind, Like tearing of flesh and torture of mind, Nothing that’s wholesome, nothing that’s good, The truth bent, the opening crude, The too-thin passageway out, understood And my own rotting flesh is my food.

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Who am I? What am I? It's been a while since I cried Am I a brain on top of a body? Just processor performing code? Well, who wrote the code? Who wrote it? It's been a while since I was I I'm not a brain, I have one I've got hardware put there by Someone else Who am I? I'm a computer running software I didn’t write I'm a soul interacting with a body, a brain Whose health I neglect on a reg What am I? I'm a decaying accumulation of skin And blood and bone and neurons I got neurons in my heart And that's a good place to start The heart is the mouthpiece of the soul My identity gets tied up in the whole Idea of my performance And my influence Like if I sing a song badly, my soul takes the hit And if I lead my partner astray, the whole of me is **** The whole of me is **** There's holes in me But who put them there? I combust in small increments My skin flies off in perfect circles They're fragments My heart, it's hiding behind these explosions Hiding behind them because it causes them Because my mouthpiece is expressing my hate My lack of love for myself Hate is just a word we put on the shelf It's like darkness and coldness Describing something through absence Darkness; the absence of light Coldness; the absence of heat If hate is the absence of love I might Just be the one who beats me Who defeats me Who carries my heart, my brain, the rest of me Tied around my neck on a string that I pull through Like my body is in captivity I'm privileged to honor this body that I didn’t make I'm greatly gifted a brain to maintain My heart, my body, my brain They shouldn't be strangling me They shouldn't be dragged through the dirt They should be a part of me I am a soul I have a mouthpiece My heart is my mouthpiece My brain is my hardware That rusts and which I expend God help me love me And Who I am And Who You are God, make it so apparent to me in my falling out That I am a part of the three-legged stool To Love You before all else To Love everyone else And to Love myself Help me see You accurately God help me God help this American switch culture I am not a machine that functions at the flip Of a switch I am a soul, a CVT, a cable that climbs up and down Depending on the speed of the wheels And decelerating is okay And (not but) accelerating is wonderful I do not go 60MPH because I flipped a switch I go 70MPH because I climb I climb God help me climb And to falter well And to suffer well Humble me in my faltering suffering

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Feb 6, 2017

Feb 6, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC

anthony-james-brandy

three-legged stool

Who am I? What am I? It's been a while since I cried Am I a brain on top of a body? Just processor performing code? Well, who wrote the code? Who wrote it? It's been a while since I was I I'm not a brain, I have one I've got hardware put there by Someone else Who am I? I'm a computer running software I didn’t write I'm a soul interacting with a body, a brain Whose health I neglect on a reg What am I? I'm a decaying accumulation of skin And blood and bone and neurons I got neurons in my heart And that's a good place to start The heart is the mouthpiece of the soul My identity gets tied up in the whole Idea of my performance And my influence Like if I sing a song badly, my soul takes the hit And if I lead my partner astray, the whole of me is **** The whole of me is **** There's holes in me But who put them there? I combust in small increments My skin flies off in perfect circles They're fragments My heart, it's hiding behind these explosions Hiding behind them because it causes them Because my mouthpiece is expressing my hate My lack of love for myself Hate is just a word we put on the shelf It's like darkness and coldness Describing something through absence Darkness; the absence of light Coldness; the absence of heat If hate is the absence of love I might Just be the one who beats me Who defeats me Who carries my heart, my brain, the rest of me Tied around my neck on a string that I pull through Like my body is in captivity I'm privileged to honor this body that I didn’t make I'm greatly gifted a brain to maintain My heart, my body, my brain They shouldn't be strangling me They shouldn't be dragged through the dirt They should be a part of me I am a soul I have a mouthpiece My heart is my mouthpiece My brain is my hardware That rusts and which I expend God help me love me And Who I am And Who You are God, make it so apparent to me in my falling out That I am a part of the three-legged stool To Love You before all else To Love everyone else And to Love myself Help me see You accurately God help me God help this American switch culture I am not a machine that functions at the flip Of a switch I am a soul, a CVT, a cable that climbs up and down Depending on the speed of the wheels And decelerating is okay And (not but) accelerating is wonderful I do not go 60MPH because I flipped a switch I go 70MPH because I climb I climb God help me climb And to falter well And to suffer well Humble me in my faltering suffering

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In the panes of her window, reflecting, resting on her elbow, she wonders if there's meaning in that circumstantial meeting... A faltering, so fleeting, as the caress of their eyes unveiled in each a soft disguise: tiny blue planets, blanketed by sky, graceless in their natural orbit, revolving her every plane, looking to explore it... Decelerating in search of her balanceable center, clumsily gravitating almost against her, a pair of unsettled, timid satellites passing both slow, and at the speed of light... Two beautiful, flickering, twinkling stars, both six feet close, and light years far... Her own tiny brown comets in a dusty trail descent, averting, avoiding the light, reflected and bent. She, aligned in that momentary eclipse... a time and a space she chose to dismiss.

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Jan 19, 2010

Jan 19, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC

chrstne

Universal Language

In the panes of her window, reflecting, resting on her elbow, she wonders if there's meaning in that circumstantial meeting... A faltering, so fleeting, as the caress of their eyes unveiled in each a soft disguise: tiny blue planets, blanketed by sky, graceless in their natural orbit, revolving her every plane, looking to explore it... Decelerating in search of her balanceable center, clumsily gravitating almost against her, a pair of unsettled, timid satellites passing both slow, and at the speed of light... Two beautiful, flickering, twinkling stars, both six feet close, and light years far... Her own tiny brown comets in a dusty trail descent, averting, avoiding the light, reflected and bent. She, aligned in that momentary eclipse... a time and a space she chose to dismiss.

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we are descending into an era where we can ever see the truth again. we are immersing in a pool of black ink and cold sharp pain all over again blinding us. we are serenely killing ourselves drowning inside with no oxygen to breath, to take in we are decelerating and the illusions won't stop the fear won't disappear and death is the sound we'll never hear.

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Nov 9, 2016

Nov 9, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC

complexanxiety

deceleration

we are descending into an era where we can ever see the truth again. we are immersing in a pool of black ink and cold sharp pain all over again blinding us. we are serenely killing ourselves drowning inside with no oxygen to breath, to take in we are decelerating and the illusions won't stop the fear won't disappear and death is the sound we'll never hear.

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you are purity northen snow looking for a ***** puddle to splash your dreams your calling card a lavender garter belt smile greeting me in sheer rip away pantyhose I take stock in your provisions your dainty crimson heart in huggable fluffy blue socks in contrast to my bohemian naked sockless tender feet your legs open minded to take in my deep thoughts my ****** veracity booms your ****** groaning barrier decelerating silky winds your painting shadow fades into us as one soppin wet tongue twisting kiss swaping syllables in the ears our spoonerism speckled between our two worlds my dark silhouette presence buried in your chandelier shaded light

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Nov 21, 2019

Nov 21, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC

MineDamnBrain

Chandelier Shaded Light

you are purity northen snow looking for a ***** puddle to splash your dreams your calling card a lavender garter belt smile greeting me in sheer rip away pantyhose I take stock in your provisions your dainty crimson heart in huggable fluffy blue socks in contrast to my bohemian naked sockless tender feet your legs open minded to take in my deep thoughts my ****** veracity booms your ****** groaning barrier decelerating silky winds your painting shadow fades into us as one soppin wet tongue twisting kiss swaping syllables in the ears our spoonerism speckled between our two worlds my dark silhouette presence buried in your chandelier shaded light

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