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"everglowing" poems
I said “Shhh….”. To silence the multitude with familiar faces, to keep you unscathed/unblemished from the hollow words of people who haven’t seen a glimpse of your everglowing soul. For you to be you to me. Pristine. my eyes.
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Snowcones in Antarctica.
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation on my shoulder blade, away from any destination so underpaid, my paychecks archaic not even a quarter to go to arcades with it’s outrageous! misery must be contagious haven’t seen happy faces in ages It may just be time to vacate break out like rosacea to the golden gate every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state like Colorado i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado like a desperado full of bravado with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though singing in staccato **** an intervention’   time to get uncertain, speed full throttle towards the intersection   laughing and swerving through the red light cursing and yelling interjections with a bottle of bourbon horns blaring, it’s deafening my middle finger ascending just struck a deaf person no ***** giving i’m out of my mind, livid get hired and fired in 5 minutes from any job i was given i’m tired of living no one even knew i existed until i started whizzing through traffic causing collisions, now i’m forcing decisions on residents w/ moral convictions who’d rather see me oral constricted then remain mortal in prison got these ******* endorsing petitions to have me executed by poison injection shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned and did i mention- My backseat looks like a knife convention there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension Sketching art on the desk while serving detention some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection and see my reflection in the water as i’m descending slow motion like deception my body is in all different positions of flexion this is met with favorable reception hear the crowd’s exhilaration i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection just waiting to hear the splash and waves crash then….
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
dRUNk drivINg inTO deaTHs evErglowing LIGHT
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation on my shoulder blade, away from any destination so underpaid, my paychecks archaic not even a quarter to go to arcades with it’s outrageous! misery must be contagious haven’t seen happy faces in ages It may just be time to vacate break out like rosacea to the golden gate every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state like Colorado i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado like a desperado full of bravado with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though singing in staccato **** an intervention’   time to get uncertain, speed full throttle towards the intersection   laughing and swerving through the red light cursing and yelling interjections with a bottle of bourbon horns blaring, it’s deafening my middle finger ascending just struck a deaf person no ***** giving i’m out of my mind, livid get hired and fired in 5 minutes from any job i was given i’m tired of living no one even knew i existed until i started whizzing through traffic causing collisions, now i’m forcing decisions on residents w/ moral convictions who’d rather see me oral constricted then remain mortal in prison got these ******* endorsing petitions to have me executed by poison injection shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned and did i mention- My backseat looks like a knife convention there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension Sketching art on the desk while serving detention some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection and see my reflection in the water as i’m descending slow motion like deception my body is in all different positions of flexion this is met with favorable reception hear the crowd’s exhilaration i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection just waiting to hear the splash and waves crash then….
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Everglowing light sifting/bursting through the seams. I see silhouettes of you/me. Imprinted on the sycamore tree/big screen.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Lightyears//Decaf & Blaring Sonare.
i ventured past the memory lane and filled the broken soul with delight it's foolish how first love mended me in a way not one possibly can how every reminisce is enthralling to embrace like a glistened storyframe one that tickles hope of another reason to live; it's foolish how firsts remain striking the times that were everglowing, enchanting there's no need for weariness, when somebody accepted me for who I am sweared to stay forever–in victories and downfalls. frightening how a perfectly written story by a god turns stormed and wicked how my ceaseless heart slowly is tormented when i thought the first would keep its words silly of me to assume but all goes into hues of blues and when i thought he's the sunlight to my **** cold melancholic night he left on a windy day alike a flowing kite with no proper goodbyes and shattered his promises one by one like a rushing ambulance, crashing dreams in a scene of dawn and fires at that point, i knew that the garden we've grown are closely wilting going back at one, a stranger, whom i treated like an art carefully realizing— no apologies can now return an exhausted heart no prayers could turn back the twisted time and no wishes from the stars could heal the scars and damaged mind hurting thyself, is it a mere nightmare? my body felt a sensation of falling not in love, but defying gravity slowly from a skyscraper at the broad daylight, my old self died and eternally—a part of me has bid rage and farewell like a child departing from her long-time bestfriend in a dilemma, everything has been changing as fast as the thunderbolt i ventured past the memory lane and filled the broken soul with regret it's foolish how first love broke me in a way not one possibly can how every reminisce battled me at night and turned me frail tomorrow, i knew, there were no reasons to live furthermore it's foolish how I thought the first would be last, with all timelines, phases, and secrets shared from past; however, here's to our history, and to my self who thought of finding genuine love from a stranger finally, devouring the crept of once again, being lost.
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Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
a requiem to the first love
i ventured past the memory lane and filled the broken soul with delight it's foolish how first love mended me in a way not one possibly can how every reminisce is enthralling to embrace like a glistened storyframe one that tickles hope of another reason to live; it's foolish how firsts remain striking the times that were everglowing, enchanting there's no need for weariness, when somebody accepted me for who I am sweared to stay forever–in victories and downfalls. frightening how a perfectly written story by a god turns stormed and wicked how my ceaseless heart slowly is tormented when i thought the first would keep its words silly of me to assume but all goes into hues of blues and when i thought he's the sunlight to my **** cold melancholic night he left on a windy day alike a flowing kite with no proper goodbyes and shattered his promises one by one like a rushing ambulance, crashing dreams in a scene of dawn and fires at that point, i knew that the garden we've grown are closely wilting going back at one, a stranger, whom i treated like an art carefully realizing— no apologies can now return an exhausted heart no prayers could turn back the twisted time and no wishes from the stars could heal the scars and damaged mind hurting thyself, is it a mere nightmare? my body felt a sensation of falling not in love, but defying gravity slowly from a skyscraper at the broad daylight, my old self died and eternally—a part of me has bid rage and farewell like a child departing from her long-time bestfriend in a dilemma, everything has been changing as fast as the thunderbolt i ventured past the memory lane and filled the broken soul with regret it's foolish how first love broke me in a way not one possibly can how every reminisce battled me at night and turned me frail tomorrow, i knew, there were no reasons to live furthermore it's foolish how I thought the first would be last, with all timelines, phases, and secrets shared from past; however, here's to our history, and to my self who thought of finding genuine love from a stranger finally, devouring the crept of once again, being lost.
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