"haults" poems - Hello Poetry

I’m staring at the mirror, seeking all my faults. Every single one MUST BE the reason your love haults. my eyes, like wolves, sniffing out the lines that form my scars, the cells in my highway-veins flow quick like racing cars. tears as rain fall onto the bathroom tiles while my heart is cold and weary, I’ve walked 1000 miles.

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC

wildflowerwords

Wolves

I’m staring at the mirror, seeking all my faults. Every single one MUST BE the reason your love haults. my eyes, like wolves, sniffing out the lines that form my scars, the cells in my highway-veins flow quick like racing cars. tears as rain fall onto the bathroom tiles while my heart is cold and weary, I’ve walked 1000 miles.

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I am the front of the shop, looking at all other outlets on the street. Never able to see inside, wave of concrete haults my path. Some will hold happy customers, buying, selling, money and joy. Some will hold onto whatever possible, bargain bins and desperate gymics . But I’ll never know who. Reality cannot shine honesty, only an inverse look at myself can Show truth, so assuming is pointless. And yet so many still bend over, trying to see some more, futile addiction, our sole common denominator. Yes, I am a shop stuck at this viewing point, I peer no more Facades are all I see

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Dec 26, 2009

Dec 26, 2009 at 5:42 PM UTC

conor-moroney

Lies

I am the front of the shop, looking at all other outlets on the street. Never able to see inside, wave of concrete haults my path. Some will hold happy customers, buying, selling, money and joy. Some will hold onto whatever possible, bargain bins and desperate gymics . But I’ll never know who. Reality cannot shine honesty, only an inverse look at myself can Show truth, so assuming is pointless. And yet so many still bend over, trying to see some more, futile addiction, our sole common denominator. Yes, I am a shop stuck at this viewing point, I peer no more Facades are all I see

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That rush, my heart pumping, fear birthing excitement. A needle filled with dreams of bliss complete relief for a slice of your life. The taboo nature, intentionally inflicting harm on oneself paralleled by intentionally inflicting happiness on oneself. A spoon, a lighter, a cotton swab. So unsure of myself, my heart rate accelerates, my hair stands at attention, the rubber haults circulation, I search for a stream, my brown medicine turns crimson, the pressure of my thumb, I remove the dam blocking my river and. My eyes roll. My body goes numb. Seretonin overload. I float back, and fall into my bliss. Hours of ecstasy. I will always be a prisoner to that rush.

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Nov 8, 2012

Nov 8, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC

britney-kempker

Imprisoned by Bliss

That rush, my heart pumping, fear birthing excitement. A needle filled with dreams of bliss complete relief for a slice of your life. The taboo nature, intentionally inflicting harm on oneself paralleled by intentionally inflicting happiness on oneself. A spoon, a lighter, a cotton swab. So unsure of myself, my heart rate accelerates, my hair stands at attention, the rubber haults circulation, I search for a stream, my brown medicine turns crimson, the pressure of my thumb, I remove the dam blocking my river and. My eyes roll. My body goes numb. Seretonin overload. I float back, and fall into my bliss. Hours of ecstasy. I will always be a prisoner to that rush.

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We've torn down buildings, and built new ones Yet we have no foundation. We are illiterate to what we truly feel and breathe unless, It is seen else where first. It too is a reality that we've created. This feeling that can only be described in Braille. We too are restricted. These bumps that go unnoticed. The mumps in the crevice we band aid until it's too late. We continue to tear down these fortresses of ourselves. What concerns most is that I see myself in you. The same love and laugh that become the building blocks that haults the storm. Yet we reject each other due to the mentality of our environment. With lack of understanding, We fail to embrace choosing the cause and effect of all differential. We seek to destroy forgetting what's important. We work against each other doing more damage that good. We need each other to further emancipation. To build one another once this storm reaches peak. As simple as it sounds it becomes more complex. To build a new building on top shakey ground. Everything must be cleared out. The participation of presence

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Participation Of Presence

We've torn down buildings, and built new ones Yet we have no foundation. We are illiterate to what we truly feel and breathe unless, It is seen else where first. It too is a reality that we've created. This feeling that can only be described in Braille. We too are restricted. These bumps that go unnoticed. The mumps in the crevice we band aid until it's too late. We continue to tear down these fortresses of ourselves. What concerns most is that I see myself in you. The same love and laugh that become the building blocks that haults the storm. Yet we reject each other due to the mentality of our environment. With lack of understanding, We fail to embrace choosing the cause and effect of all differential. We seek to destroy forgetting what's important. We work against each other doing more damage that good. We need each other to further emancipation. To build one another once this storm reaches peak. As simple as it sounds it becomes more complex. To build a new building on top shakey ground. Everything must be cleared out. The participation of presence

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Times used to pass with years But it now only haults The old burns leave sears it still comes to my faults The anger intensifies when i see your stupid face my fist densifies it wishes you'd leave this place I hope your butterflies die and your knees start to break kiss your beauty goodbye and say hello to future mistakes The abuse you fed the fake love you gave will keep you company when you're dead because you dug my grave.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC

SlowDrown

Gravely.

Times used to pass with years But it now only haults The old burns leave sears it still comes to my faults The anger intensifies when i see your stupid face my fist densifies it wishes you'd leave this place I hope your butterflies die and your knees start to break kiss your beauty goodbye and say hello to future mistakes The abuse you fed the fake love you gave will keep you company when you're dead because you dug my grave.

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some questions are the answers and we spend our lives only awaking to sleep; making money that rolls off our tongues and goes into the pockets of eager eyed demons. so drag your cigarette a little deeper, feel the burn of swallowed words and whiskey on ice, that slither around the corners of your brain, like wildfire. take it easy, you are wasting your days pressing buttons that only activate the shadows of technological demise. these moments spent in the sitting position haults evolution, creates children dependent on fast cars and shiny lights to spark conversation. hidden behind the screens of medias wet dream called full of **** pie eat a slice and let your eyes do the talking. what are words anyhow but lonely paintings on the wall

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC

morganizm1

nonsense

some questions are the answers and we spend our lives only awaking to sleep; making money that rolls off our tongues and goes into the pockets of eager eyed demons. so drag your cigarette a little deeper, feel the burn of swallowed words and whiskey on ice, that slither around the corners of your brain, like wildfire. take it easy, you are wasting your days pressing buttons that only activate the shadows of technological demise. these moments spent in the sitting position haults evolution, creates children dependent on fast cars and shiny lights to spark conversation. hidden behind the screens of medias wet dream called full of **** pie eat a slice and let your eyes do the talking. what are words anyhow but lonely paintings on the wall

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Time moves on, Time moves by, And time moves on, In the blink of an eye. No warning, No alert, And no signal, Time moves on; still i hurt. The clock stops, The clock haults, But time moves on, And time shows me my faults. Time moves on, Time moves by, And time moves on, In the blink of an eye. Time moves on, On and on.

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Aug 27, 2012

Aug 27, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC

simon-clark

Time Moves On

Time moves on, Time moves by, And time moves on, In the blink of an eye. No warning, No alert, And no signal, Time moves on; still i hurt. The clock stops, The clock haults, But time moves on, And time shows me my faults. Time moves on, Time moves by, And time moves on, In the blink of an eye. Time moves on, On and on.

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