"fictionally" poems - Hello Poetry

so i get this idea sometimes that you enjoy being coy when it comes to me to conjure momentary spectacle & make me wonder if you paint catharsis on the doors of a home you've never lived in as a memory of our first night together because i do, i remember you beaming white on blue speaking softer than any storm i ever knew, i often think that maybe you live that night in your mind when your pillow is cold & you can't sleep, it makes me wonder if you do as i do, and rewrite three years fictionally beginning with a kiss somewhere maybe a balcony or a quiet car on the sand or in a sunlit grove close to your home but always a familiar scar on the maps we know we know by heart i wonder if sometimes the idea of me loving you is too real and if it teems under your tongue to stay observant but distantly intrigued if by this distance you think it safe to get a dog and pass time on the couch with a journal & some wine what i really wanna know is if your fingernails ever wish to have my skin under them or if they would boast about winning a war with my headboard i wonder if you can imagine me meeting your parents in your apartment & shaking your fathers hand as a first of many calloused palm readings and if you know that i trembled before them how insignificant i had felt to not know their daughter in the way i had envisioned how i picture such poignant moments so tangibly sharp that sometimes i replace my memories with little stories i tell myself that i can't count on two hands the number of times i've seen you & that i don't feel like a crater when i recollect our collisions i want to know if you still find madness in the words that have always been about you i wanna know if your imagination of me looks more like an anniversary or an obituary

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC

TomLeveille

bars in your hometown

so i get this idea sometimes that you enjoy being coy when it comes to me to conjure momentary spectacle & make me wonder if you paint catharsis on the doors of a home you've never lived in as a memory of our first night together because i do, i remember you beaming white on blue speaking softer than any storm i ever knew, i often think that maybe you live that night in your mind when your pillow is cold & you can't sleep, it makes me wonder if you do as i do, and rewrite three years fictionally beginning with a kiss somewhere maybe a balcony or a quiet car on the sand or in a sunlit grove close to your home but always a familiar scar on the maps we know we know by heart i wonder if sometimes the idea of me loving you is too real and if it teems under your tongue to stay observant but distantly intrigued if by this distance you think it safe to get a dog and pass time on the couch with a journal & some wine what i really wanna know is if your fingernails ever wish to have my skin under them or if they would boast about winning a war with my headboard i wonder if you can imagine me meeting your parents in your apartment & shaking your fathers hand as a first of many calloused palm readings and if you know that i trembled before them how insignificant i had felt to not know their daughter in the way i had envisioned how i picture such poignant moments so tangibly sharp that sometimes i replace my memories with little stories i tell myself that i can't count on two hands the number of times i've seen you & that i don't feel like a crater when i recollect our collisions i want to know if you still find madness in the words that have always been about you i wanna know if your imagination of me looks more like an anniversary or an obituary

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h a v e y ou noticed the most common thread in fairy tales? your best wishes and desires will all come true if you indulge in one life-altering task. losing your voice for legs, going to a ball for a few hours to fine true love... it's all a fictionally painted image. telling us that something amazing will h a p p e n if we take a bite of the poison apple.

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC

xally03

poison apple

h a v e y ou noticed the most common thread in fairy tales? your best wishes and desires will all come true if you indulge in one life-altering task. losing your voice for legs, going to a ball for a few hours to fine true love... it's all a fictionally painted image. telling us that something amazing will h a p p e n if we take a bite of the poison apple.

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I reduce to reality a flip side of ecstasy expect and seek apathy from all i transpose a portal of dress makeup like a woman's false eyelashes fluttering I look away to the Big Girl lonely want to take her home make someones day nave I may be speaking psalms deaf to the chancel fictionally impostering a vital boundary approaching plays the part of ecstasy knowingly i am apathetic. Blind.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

wordvango

ecstasy apathy

I reduce to reality a flip side of ecstasy expect and seek apathy from all i transpose a portal of dress makeup like a woman's false eyelashes fluttering I look away to the Big Girl lonely want to take her home make someones day nave I may be speaking psalms deaf to the chancel fictionally impostering a vital boundary approaching plays the part of ecstasy knowingly i am apathetic. Blind.

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I’m sitting in the bathroom (again) Is this where I go to hide now? I guess. I’m here, hiding Aren’t I? I’ve just arrived It’s the first night, and I Was so excited to go And finally be downstairs Wasn’t I? But here I am, once again Hiding in a ******* bathroom Clinging to a pillow Wishing it could cling back Shouldn’t I? Be downstairs? Yeah, probably I was so **** ready Eager, to be here I’ve been here twice already Haven’t I? In theory, yes, my body Has been, physically, in this space But, so was someone else’s The first time, he was here Can’t I? Move on from then and be here, now Yeah, definitely Hopefully But then I realize Won’t I? Think of the second time He was here, not physically But, in spirit, fictionally He was gone yet present And I? I am here now, for the third time But he’s not here Physically, fictionally - presently Only in my mind Will I? Learn how to love these moments With you no longer in mind Pillows and sheets that cling back Now just memories ___ I - I’ll ask them all downstairs But tonight, I’ll stay in this bathroom - it’s nice Towels, right next to me So many of them Thrice, I’m thankful Goodnight.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC

margaretjean

Thrice

I’m sitting in the bathroom (again) Is this where I go to hide now? I guess. I’m here, hiding Aren’t I? I’ve just arrived It’s the first night, and I Was so excited to go And finally be downstairs Wasn’t I? But here I am, once again Hiding in a ******* bathroom Clinging to a pillow Wishing it could cling back Shouldn’t I? Be downstairs? Yeah, probably I was so **** ready Eager, to be here I’ve been here twice already Haven’t I? In theory, yes, my body Has been, physically, in this space But, so was someone else’s The first time, he was here Can’t I? Move on from then and be here, now Yeah, definitely Hopefully But then I realize Won’t I? Think of the second time He was here, not physically But, in spirit, fictionally He was gone yet present And I? I am here now, for the third time But he’s not here Physically, fictionally - presently Only in my mind Will I? Learn how to love these moments With you no longer in mind Pillows and sheets that cling back Now just memories ___ I - I’ll ask them all downstairs But tonight, I’ll stay in this bathroom - it’s nice Towels, right next to me So many of them Thrice, I’m thankful Goodnight.

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patience is stranger and cautions goodbyes and none of it in me we must conservative what is left and make the best only the best i believe in you non-fictionally like a radar you are here you are somewhere i am a girl with very fast heartbeats and when i crawl from under i am energised i have tried all the nothings and they all worked we are in on all the trouble and we walk forward never swaying always swaying i cannot digest meals because there is too much sand on my sill and too much stress in my pockets and too many coats i hang in here with my legs close together and they touch nothing i hang in here with my legs close together and smell lavender and hope i end up like my parents

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Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC

CaPe

stop (to me is stop)

patience is stranger and cautions goodbyes and none of it in me we must conservative what is left and make the best only the best i believe in you non-fictionally like a radar you are here you are somewhere i am a girl with very fast heartbeats and when i crawl from under i am energised i have tried all the nothings and they all worked we are in on all the trouble and we walk forward never swaying always swaying i cannot digest meals because there is too much sand on my sill and too much stress in my pockets and too many coats i hang in here with my legs close together and they touch nothing i hang in here with my legs close together and smell lavender and hope i end up like my parents

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Lovers, like me, dear lady, You'll see, are found fictionally, Or maybe in your dearest dreams. That mythical true lover, Someone you've craved for, Maybe since forever and ever. I am him, I am him, I am him.

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC

Atul

I Am Him

Lovers, like me, dear lady, You'll see, are found fictionally, Or maybe in your dearest dreams. That mythical true lover, Someone you've craved for, Maybe since forever and ever. I am him, I am him, I am him.

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