"foresting" poems - Hello Poetry

how have there been nights creating space a vault of valued silver neck---lace play button play to me toy tutorial: how to choke me and it is hours after midnight i am alone in my room uncloaked my pictures upon tiny tiny windows i like to lick the blood out of the slits grow slimes after midnight like a snail click click the right things and sadden can i sink my fangs and hydrated as it is a wet house all of the wallpaper ruined of bottles and of men i hate that feeling when i put my head down and that is the last thing there is nothing nothing no struggle no bodies and legs all anger aside i must admit me all nails and fury me all small fit below the waist die gaily then has anyone read anything on free will or has anyone stayed or left or has anyone survived can i lend out my own copy of free will two pages high look up the line across my back have you tried to follow me before foresting in motion **** me in my feelings i have been begging the new moon for a new moon but IT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME IS THERE ANYONE I CAN HIGHLIGHT IN PURPLE AND OR IS THERE ANYONE I CAN PUT MY BACK AGAINST WHO IS WILLING TO LAY A FINGER ON ME AND I FEEL BETRAYED should i always be banned me me in shadows i am aware i have gotten dark i have not given permission for deep-rope-denied-roulette-gratuit-whir-phantasma EVERYONE ON THIS SLUMP STAGE IS HIDING THEIR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH ONE TO ONE TO ONE I CAN NEVER SEE THE FACE THE FACE HURTS TOO MUCH IT IS THE RED FILTER THE EXPENSIVE ONE AND I CANNOT USE TOO MUCH OF IT IT FALLS BEFORE ME I BREAK MY KNEE-CAPS THANK YOU THANK YOU IT WAS WONDERFUL my name is ssssss-sweetness all of a sudden i stand before you and i am so mad i want to break your face-jaw neck-jaw your everything-jaw my name is pinky pinky and mutilation is satiric and narcissistic GO BECOME SICK OF IT AND I WILL SICK AND **** YOU AND THE HINT IS IT WILL CHANGE NOW THE SMELL IS AWAITED and the blood will be beautiful and will be replenishing i give me another three months do you like my invention please jealous you until you open again the demon does not possess me and does not wish to thus i received in a letter from hell thank you thank you it was miserably ethereal

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Nov 10, 2018

Nov 10, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC

CaPe

cut you of (the) KNOCKOUT

how have there been nights creating space a vault of valued silver neck---lace play button play to me toy tutorial: how to choke me and it is hours after midnight i am alone in my room uncloaked my pictures upon tiny tiny windows i like to lick the blood out of the slits grow slimes after midnight like a snail click click the right things and sadden can i sink my fangs and hydrated as it is a wet house all of the wallpaper ruined of bottles and of men i hate that feeling when i put my head down and that is the last thing there is nothing nothing no struggle no bodies and legs all anger aside i must admit me all nails and fury me all small fit below the waist die gaily then has anyone read anything on free will or has anyone stayed or left or has anyone survived can i lend out my own copy of free will two pages high look up the line across my back have you tried to follow me before foresting in motion **** me in my feelings i have been begging the new moon for a new moon but IT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME IS THERE ANYONE I CAN HIGHLIGHT IN PURPLE AND OR IS THERE ANYONE I CAN PUT MY BACK AGAINST WHO IS WILLING TO LAY A FINGER ON ME AND I FEEL BETRAYED should i always be banned me me in shadows i am aware i have gotten dark i have not given permission for deep-rope-denied-roulette-gratuit-whir-phantasma EVERYONE ON THIS SLUMP STAGE IS HIDING THEIR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH ONE TO ONE TO ONE I CAN NEVER SEE THE FACE THE FACE HURTS TOO MUCH IT IS THE RED FILTER THE EXPENSIVE ONE AND I CANNOT USE TOO MUCH OF IT IT FALLS BEFORE ME I BREAK MY KNEE-CAPS THANK YOU THANK YOU IT WAS WONDERFUL my name is ssssss-sweetness all of a sudden i stand before you and i am so mad i want to break your face-jaw neck-jaw your everything-jaw my name is pinky pinky and mutilation is satiric and narcissistic GO BECOME SICK OF IT AND I WILL SICK AND **** YOU AND THE HINT IS IT WILL CHANGE NOW THE SMELL IS AWAITED and the blood will be beautiful and will be replenishing i give me another three months do you like my invention please jealous you until you open again the demon does not possess me and does not wish to thus i received in a letter from hell thank you thank you it was miserably ethereal

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if i dig deep enough surely i will find true root of you all i need of you never given once denied it seems i must pine as tree to be obsessively in love but perhaps tis only envy, mortography memorography, encapsulating me, it won't last, tis just a mood nothing a spell cannot be unspelled but letters & songs they matter more than we imagined we are caught in between what we felt then & where we want to be who knows where the time goes? remaining mortal is curse enough our love is mortality writ in water, not dust thus it lives on because I wrote it so

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC

AlisonWild

foresting

if i dig deep enough surely i will find true root of you all i need of you never given once denied it seems i must pine as tree to be obsessively in love but perhaps tis only envy, mortography memorography, encapsulating me, it won't last, tis just a mood nothing a spell cannot be unspelled but letters & songs they matter more than we imagined we are caught in between what we felt then & where we want to be who knows where the time goes? remaining mortal is curse enough our love is mortality writ in water, not dust thus it lives on because I wrote it so

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Which is my church with its green leaves, brown grass and pine’s bark, all foresting in one motion. I shall forest rituals of sacrifice, but without Catholicizing faces drawn from dark Crusading and my exiling. Annaling to mark the sun’s solstice for Eastering and holying days, the dew coalescing upon the darkening and browning grass at midnight and cooling air arching constellations and the mooning of the night: the cue to lying for rest by the small pool in this placing or to strike, savaging at prey. Owling as it does, darting as it does, from a bed of branches, crying, soundlessly shooting at a forest mouse, leaves rustling for this night’s Nativity, this one lifts its butterflying wings like the soul’s silhouette taken by an angeling force to heaven. After owling, angeling, butterflying, one must create Jesus as a verb. Having witnessing these things, limits are paining, as are knowings and doings. The mouse must have been distracting this owl from its offspring, thus it was Christing: sacrificing itself for its children, thus fathering. Seeing angels fluttering under the moonlight, Hairshirting is my Church after living here, after travelling through East of Eden in daylight. Simplifying the Word---so heartwrenching---near dawn or dusk, being as a penumbra’s cusp I am Giotto’s halo in human form, keeper of the haze, smoke, storm, and most of all, cup from my own despairing. Always there more to God than pain. Churching myself is my work, thus by expressing this foresting, owling, angeling, butterflying, I narrate my life’s kingdom. Only beautiful words for my Beatrice, Florence, and re-Edening.

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Jul 5, 2016

Jul 5, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC

paul-a-moon

Dante's Journal

Which is my church with its green leaves, brown grass and pine’s bark, all foresting in one motion. I shall forest rituals of sacrifice, but without Catholicizing faces drawn from dark Crusading and my exiling. Annaling to mark the sun’s solstice for Eastering and holying days, the dew coalescing upon the darkening and browning grass at midnight and cooling air arching constellations and the mooning of the night: the cue to lying for rest by the small pool in this placing or to strike, savaging at prey. Owling as it does, darting as it does, from a bed of branches, crying, soundlessly shooting at a forest mouse, leaves rustling for this night’s Nativity, this one lifts its butterflying wings like the soul’s silhouette taken by an angeling force to heaven. After owling, angeling, butterflying, one must create Jesus as a verb. Having witnessing these things, limits are paining, as are knowings and doings. The mouse must have been distracting this owl from its offspring, thus it was Christing: sacrificing itself for its children, thus fathering. Seeing angels fluttering under the moonlight, Hairshirting is my Church after living here, after travelling through East of Eden in daylight. Simplifying the Word---so heartwrenching---near dawn or dusk, being as a penumbra’s cusp I am Giotto’s halo in human form, keeper of the haze, smoke, storm, and most of all, cup from my own despairing. Always there more to God than pain. Churching myself is my work, thus by expressing this foresting, owling, angeling, butterflying, I narrate my life’s kingdom. Only beautiful words for my Beatrice, Florence, and re-Edening.

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*Spinning silver , silken sweaters with - my catawba brethren , foresting oakwood estates beside red fox companions , in witness of white-tail herds , compelling frigid streams of yellow perch and shellcracker , lemongrass sun hued byways engulfed in dewdrop prisms reign atop pattern encrusted red clay earth In memory of morning , of the caterwauling Alabama easterlies , of vagabond waterbirds that sail frost laden , bucolic scenery*

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Highlights from a morning frolic

*Spinning silver , silken sweaters with - my catawba brethren , foresting oakwood estates beside red fox companions , in witness of white-tail herds , compelling frigid streams of yellow perch and shellcracker , lemongrass sun hued byways engulfed in dewdrop prisms reign atop pattern encrusted red clay earth In memory of morning , of the caterwauling Alabama easterlies , of vagabond waterbirds that sail frost laden , bucolic scenery*

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Wake Up Wake Up Sky kiss and lawn of mind Greening beautifully Can’t-miss Sky kiss Zumba laugh begin… Raining and fog falling turtles pleasantly rolling Don’t have time for calling Looking sky don’t know why? Ohh It’s not too high, O dear! Let’s open your astronaut dream packed with oxygen drill Moon wink link your dream strings Kites flying and so the rising moon O Beloved come soon Under the Shade of a tree Let’s feel free Let’s uncage your butterfly and a bee tip-top colors hop tip-top colors hop Get up Leave your lazy cushions Do the tango Don’t wait! close all your negativity entry gate! cheers!! A round walk! Around the walk! feel the rhythm and think what you have brought Gain some spiritual meditational sky talk Then some bang bang chocolate Take some Fruit’s salad jolly your mind and add your heart A dazzling mug of coffee Rise up and twinkle! Rise up and twinkle! start your day! Don’t let it down dreamy feather realize the real concatenate the imagination combo! Mumbo Jumbo! Let’s go driving the infinite snow feel the cold relax with the music old! Take a break! Let’s go Pots of golden *** and vacant space time your mind sometimes memories rewind under the cup of diverging new winds If reached in the forest unknowingly wild your heart and don’t feel unrest Wear a mask under the green shadow Don’t fear if the lion is so near like a moonwalk slowly reverse your gear of slow walk without eye to eye contact If lion attack punches the nose hard breathe! and never let the lionto eat you Don’t go beyond the imagination,O dear! Wild the forest wild so you! Wild the forest wild so you! Bright love singing right in front of the mind tree, a pond O melting glaciers Hurry up! seasons of a fluffy polar bear Drinking beer… closely searching me near! So I deep sleep while drinking a lovely beer… Just to fear the wild bear! cheers!!! cheers!!!cheers!!! Grasses of dreams want to sprout Layer the other side of the coin! Wake up! Wake up! Trees are laughing Kissing and rejoicing Oh Dear! Everything is in the dream! cheers!!! Snow is wildly astonishing Foresting smile! Glittering star shining in the dreamy mile! Layer’s of desert fall I am in the dream I can’t call… cheers!!! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!! Wake Up ! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up !! Wake Up !!! …

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Jan 14, 2019

Jan 14, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC

ravindra-nayak

Dreaming wild and Wake up!

Wake Up Wake Up Sky kiss and lawn of mind Greening beautifully Can’t-miss Sky kiss Zumba laugh begin… Raining and fog falling turtles pleasantly rolling Don’t have time for calling Looking sky don’t know why? Ohh It’s not too high, O dear! Let’s open your astronaut dream packed with oxygen drill Moon wink link your dream strings Kites flying and so the rising moon O Beloved come soon Under the Shade of a tree Let’s feel free Let’s uncage your butterfly and a bee tip-top colors hop tip-top colors hop Get up Leave your lazy cushions Do the tango Don’t wait! close all your negativity entry gate! cheers!! A round walk! Around the walk! feel the rhythm and think what you have brought Gain some spiritual meditational sky talk Then some bang bang chocolate Take some Fruit’s salad jolly your mind and add your heart A dazzling mug of coffee Rise up and twinkle! Rise up and twinkle! start your day! Don’t let it down dreamy feather realize the real concatenate the imagination combo! Mumbo Jumbo! Let’s go driving the infinite snow feel the cold relax with the music old! Take a break! Let’s go Pots of golden *** and vacant space time your mind sometimes memories rewind under the cup of diverging new winds If reached in the forest unknowingly wild your heart and don’t feel unrest Wear a mask under the green shadow Don’t fear if the lion is so near like a moonwalk slowly reverse your gear of slow walk without eye to eye contact If lion attack punches the nose hard breathe! and never let the lionto eat you Don’t go beyond the imagination,O dear! Wild the forest wild so you! Wild the forest wild so you! Bright love singing right in front of the mind tree, a pond O melting glaciers Hurry up! seasons of a fluffy polar bear Drinking beer… closely searching me near! So I deep sleep while drinking a lovely beer… Just to fear the wild bear! cheers!!! cheers!!!cheers!!! Grasses of dreams want to sprout Layer the other side of the coin! Wake up! Wake up! Trees are laughing Kissing and rejoicing Oh Dear! Everything is in the dream! cheers!!! Snow is wildly astonishing Foresting smile! Glittering star shining in the dreamy mile! Layer’s of desert fall I am in the dream I can’t call… cheers!!! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!! Wake Up ! Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up !! Wake Up !!! …

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Planet Earth . Creation . The perfect storm ? Miracle encapsulation of biochemicals or delivery from the Heavens above ? Millions of cells replicating upon organic matter no larger than the head of a pin ..The origin of life itself resting beneath our own skin ? Blood of mammal , hemolymph of insect , nerve cell of amphibian , skin cell of a pig ..The heart lung blood barrier of man , capillaries in the gills of fish .. Our gift of memory , albeit a curse at times , thought of mind and creativity .. Lust for blood , consumption of flesh , dominating spirit , insensitivity . The hand that reaches for a flower , a fist driven into the face of an enemy ..Filled with love , life , intrigued with the mystery of creation one day , then hurtling over a cliff to your death the next ... Trillions of cells evolving , mutating , networking while the hallmark of life on Earth is busy de-foresting , polluting , selfishly consuming ! .......

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Just a thought this evening

Planet Earth . Creation . The perfect storm ? Miracle encapsulation of biochemicals or delivery from the Heavens above ? Millions of cells replicating upon organic matter no larger than the head of a pin ..The origin of life itself resting beneath our own skin ? Blood of mammal , hemolymph of insect , nerve cell of amphibian , skin cell of a pig ..The heart lung blood barrier of man , capillaries in the gills of fish .. Our gift of memory , albeit a curse at times , thought of mind and creativity .. Lust for blood , consumption of flesh , dominating spirit , insensitivity . The hand that reaches for a flower , a fist driven into the face of an enemy ..Filled with love , life , intrigued with the mystery of creation one day , then hurtling over a cliff to your death the next ... Trillions of cells evolving , mutating , networking while the hallmark of life on Earth is busy de-foresting , polluting , selfishly consuming ! .......

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It was like a scary dream Childish fear brought to the surface, Flush faced, wide eyed, the unfair advantage, still yet smoking and dripping in evidential residue. The river singing it’s roaring song Still the same. Up above, the birds still perched, Viewing the slaughter from above, with A sort of grateful unexceptionalism. How the world could continue While this occurs, answered only with boredom and indifference. And when the flies began to gather, The foresting neighbors began to collect, only then was left, The fur still warm. Horns the size of trees, yet Gentle and innocent like a child’s swing. Now sentenced to remain in the limbo, the air, neither moving forwards or back, then gone. Only the body remains, Unforeseen potential wasted with your intent.

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May 13, 2019

May 13, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC

A-non-y-mous

Moose

It was like a scary dream Childish fear brought to the surface, Flush faced, wide eyed, the unfair advantage, still yet smoking and dripping in evidential residue. The river singing it’s roaring song Still the same. Up above, the birds still perched, Viewing the slaughter from above, with A sort of grateful unexceptionalism. How the world could continue While this occurs, answered only with boredom and indifference. And when the flies began to gather, The foresting neighbors began to collect, only then was left, The fur still warm. Horns the size of trees, yet Gentle and innocent like a child’s swing. Now sentenced to remain in the limbo, the air, neither moving forwards or back, then gone. Only the body remains, Unforeseen potential wasted with your intent.

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the cavalry of the centaur composes him, halved lord of the rush made complete. a groundswell foresting, blowing open a canopy. redhaired variations to the maiden meeting the charge of her foliage head on. the spine of her last change of color. parting her fingers on that forest ground.

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Dec 7, 2020

Dec 7, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC

Onoma

Centaur and Redhead Maiden

the cavalry of the centaur composes him, halved lord of the rush made complete. a groundswell foresting, blowing open a canopy. redhaired variations to the maiden meeting the charge of her foliage head on. the spine of her last change of color. parting her fingers on that forest ground.

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