"expectable" poems - Hello Poetry

you always told me the littlest things that you loved about me, wether it was the spark in my eye or the way i smiled in between our make out sessions. usually we'd sit and talk for hours, trying to understand half of the things you said. you told me you loved most of the things that i couldn't figure out. it was like solving a jigsaw puzzle. you loved the way the sun kissed my face, so you'd reach out and touch it in the most un expectable way. you loved the way i teased you before you leaned in to kiss me, we both laughed because you ran out of words to say. so i told you all of the things i loved about you. as i told you, you tried hard to make it clear that you were listening and that i had your full attention. i told you i wasn't good with words and explaining my self. but you understood anyway, you still listened. i couldn't find a way to tell you that i'm in love with you and everything that you do. maybe it was in the way that you put your hand on my face or the back of my neck, when you leaned in to kiss me. but i know that i wouldn't change it for anything in the world. -b.m

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC

lovelier

things i wanted to say, but never did.

you always told me the littlest things that you loved about me, wether it was the spark in my eye or the way i smiled in between our make out sessions. usually we'd sit and talk for hours, trying to understand half of the things you said. you told me you loved most of the things that i couldn't figure out. it was like solving a jigsaw puzzle. you loved the way the sun kissed my face, so you'd reach out and touch it in the most un expectable way. you loved the way i teased you before you leaned in to kiss me, we both laughed because you ran out of words to say. so i told you all of the things i loved about you. as i told you, you tried hard to make it clear that you were listening and that i had your full attention. i told you i wasn't good with words and explaining my self. but you understood anyway, you still listened. i couldn't find a way to tell you that i'm in love with you and everything that you do. maybe it was in the way that you put your hand on my face or the back of my neck, when you leaned in to kiss me. but i know that i wouldn't change it for anything in the world. -b.m

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I’ve got a lock and key, what you got? You got a door, a shrapnel embedded cupboard Curiously covered up that there is, do you want go out? No I got a boyfriend, but I do have a few contraceptives Or I could show you my funny parts and we could plateau on the platonic Abstinence is on par with networking Oh shipwrecks of relationships, your waters never looked safe, your shoreline so rocky, but your sail, if you see what I’m saying. ******* that wind a high-inducing pitch of a stank You took me to the foreign lands and never brought me back, a souvenir got emailed. Which I have just picked up, it’s actually rather beautiful, especially if we picked it out together It is a bullet and that is rather cliché in the expectable in this sense of the world, but the copper lining is exquisite, insert random bit about consumerism Then spin a bit around voyeurism, then mention the outcome of the movies, the moving bits. The back & forth where it all starts But like I said, you want a contraceptive? Or maybe just a sock? How about a **** addiction? This really isn’t a discussion we should be having, I don’t like arguing about these things and I’m a transvestite and rather think they don’t apply See the bit you said was babies and the bit I said was from the bible Jesus and Black Moses, walking down the street Preaching for the freaks Then the bit you said was more like, I don’t know what I’m saying, I mumble and moan And think about *** and college and loans and the bit that really stuck out was “Babies, they really just freak me out.”

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Nov 20, 2011

Nov 20, 2011 at 11:11 PM UTC

danteinfers

Child

I’ve got a lock and key, what you got? You got a door, a shrapnel embedded cupboard Curiously covered up that there is, do you want go out? No I got a boyfriend, but I do have a few contraceptives Or I could show you my funny parts and we could plateau on the platonic Abstinence is on par with networking Oh shipwrecks of relationships, your waters never looked safe, your shoreline so rocky, but your sail, if you see what I’m saying. ******* that wind a high-inducing pitch of a stank You took me to the foreign lands and never brought me back, a souvenir got emailed. Which I have just picked up, it’s actually rather beautiful, especially if we picked it out together It is a bullet and that is rather cliché in the expectable in this sense of the world, but the copper lining is exquisite, insert random bit about consumerism Then spin a bit around voyeurism, then mention the outcome of the movies, the moving bits. The back & forth where it all starts But like I said, you want a contraceptive? Or maybe just a sock? How about a **** addiction? This really isn’t a discussion we should be having, I don’t like arguing about these things and I’m a transvestite and rather think they don’t apply See the bit you said was babies and the bit I said was from the bible Jesus and Black Moses, walking down the street Preaching for the freaks Then the bit you said was more like, I don’t know what I’m saying, I mumble and moan And think about *** and college and loans and the bit that really stuck out was “Babies, they really just freak me out.”

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the new milk stains her blouse. ruining it for the evening we push legitimacy at it like a warm bath the wires outside dangling from dead trees and under the ground, are bringing things places we make a pact to explore the transhumanist desire of language to escape now-space our less than opaque skin will hurt itself trying to be more unused, falling from what passes for grace, it will be expectable but idiosyncratic to the genre. she is a force of nature you mistake her for fuck-doll. but you will be corrected her lips are shining like rug burn☆ and the typos become art. the favors search, inching upwards, laughing as we find the best parts the whites of her eyes are old masking tape yet my teeth are grinding like wet bark on the car door. leaving paint behind to mark off where we have been_ in a gesture that says we existed.

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Jan 23, 2017

Jan 23, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC

k_faye

Haruko v.1

the new milk stains her blouse. ruining it for the evening we push legitimacy at it like a warm bath the wires outside dangling from dead trees and under the ground, are bringing things places we make a pact to explore the transhumanist desire of language to escape now-space our less than opaque skin will hurt itself trying to be more unused, falling from what passes for grace, it will be expectable but idiosyncratic to the genre. she is a force of nature you mistake her for fuck-doll. but you will be corrected her lips are shining like rug burn☆ and the typos become art. the favors search, inching upwards, laughing as we find the best parts the whites of her eyes are old masking tape yet my teeth are grinding like wet bark on the car door. leaving paint behind to mark off where we have been_ in a gesture that says we existed.

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