"frequenter" poems - Hello Poetry

A ******** enthusiast Whose pessimism is intrinsic And not fashioned A frequenter the doldrums With a penchant for exaggeration A confused Scorpio Plagued by ghosts of former selves Meandering along a thorny path Under darkened infinite skies Waiting for the severed backbone I Possess trailing behind To latch on And offer restoration and purpose An eternal student A slave to academia With an insatiable hunger for knowledge In the field of economics Governed by perfectionism That will be my demise A feminist A riot grrrl With an acute fascination with morbidity A worshipper of rock music And Professional headbanger An enlightened inner-directed soul An awakened dreamer Gouging out The remaining fragments of delusion From the eyes Embracing realism A sufferer Aspiring to be human.

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Jan 24, 2014

Jan 24, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC

noose

Riot grrrl

A ******** enthusiast Whose pessimism is intrinsic And not fashioned A frequenter the doldrums With a penchant for exaggeration A confused Scorpio Plagued by ghosts of former selves Meandering along a thorny path Under darkened infinite skies Waiting for the severed backbone I Possess trailing behind To latch on And offer restoration and purpose An eternal student A slave to academia With an insatiable hunger for knowledge In the field of economics Governed by perfectionism That will be my demise A feminist A riot grrrl With an acute fascination with morbidity A worshipper of rock music And Professional headbanger An enlightened inner-directed soul An awakened dreamer Gouging out The remaining fragments of delusion From the eyes Embracing realism A sufferer Aspiring to be human.

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I am corn-fed girl of middle land glaciers rested here then chose to stay melted into the ground from which stalks sprouted I am daughter of floods on the plains pioneer of the elementary school prairie conqueror of the long highways that stretch from flat horizon to flat horizon I am speaker of tongues imperfectly I am curious seeking the limbo where East meets West I am austriangermanhungarianslovenianpolishscottishwelshirishspanishcomancheiowan I am He is sugarcane sweet boy of Partition’s land born on the right side border still bathed in the blood of those born in the wrong He is son of monsoons and spider-web trees longing for his land visitor of Swat disparaging long lost tranquility uprooted, exiled frequenter of south asian sweets houses He is a bad dancer He is guiltless in this battle between East and West He is pakistanimultanisiraikidesipunjabi He is

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Dec 7, 2012

Dec 7, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC

isra-malik

I, He

I am corn-fed girl of middle land glaciers rested here then chose to stay melted into the ground from which stalks sprouted I am daughter of floods on the plains pioneer of the elementary school prairie conqueror of the long highways that stretch from flat horizon to flat horizon I am speaker of tongues imperfectly I am curious seeking the limbo where East meets West I am austriangermanhungarianslovenianpolishscottishwelshirishspanishcomancheiowan I am He is sugarcane sweet boy of Partition’s land born on the right side border still bathed in the blood of those born in the wrong He is son of monsoons and spider-web trees longing for his land visitor of Swat disparaging long lost tranquility uprooted, exiled frequenter of south asian sweets houses He is a bad dancer He is guiltless in this battle between East and West He is pakistanimultanisiraikidesipunjabi He is

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Weaseling in without even the need for sheep's clothes. It matters not what I have when I’m not the animal. It’s not the contest I seek, but the contestant. Go all around and tell me what the price is to send forward... I’ll tell you the answer, but it’s not what you’ll want to hear. It speaks to me within it’s greatest fear, ‘One, two, three, do you need more?’ I know the taste is poor, but the toll is heavy. Let me tell you when I’m ready. It’s never enough, or it’s too much. It’s what I’ve come to expect with such a sour note when all you all ever needed was an escape coat... An article to point at and say, *‘There it is.’ ‘There’s the fabric that will take our place.’ ‘There’s the material that will wrap us in and wring us out.’ ‘There’s the disregarded shawl.’ ‘There’s the rag* (the cover) That will take the blame for us all.’

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Sep 1, 2016

Sep 1, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC

jurtin-albine

Frequenter

Weaseling in without even the need for sheep's clothes. It matters not what I have when I’m not the animal. It’s not the contest I seek, but the contestant. Go all around and tell me what the price is to send forward... I’ll tell you the answer, but it’s not what you’ll want to hear. It speaks to me within it’s greatest fear, ‘One, two, three, do you need more?’ I know the taste is poor, but the toll is heavy. Let me tell you when I’m ready. It’s never enough, or it’s too much. It’s what I’ve come to expect with such a sour note when all you all ever needed was an escape coat... An article to point at and say, *‘There it is.’ ‘There’s the fabric that will take our place.’ ‘There’s the material that will wrap us in and wring us out.’ ‘There’s the disregarded shawl.’ ‘There’s the rag* (the cover) That will take the blame for us all.’

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