"impound" poems - Hello Poetry

Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky all day. I land to stay here; And the windows flock open And the curtains fly out like doves And a past dries in a wind. Now let me lie down, under A wide-branched indifference, Shovel-faces like pennies Down the back of the mind, Find voices coined to An argot of motor-horns, And let the cluttered-up houses Keep their thick lives to themselves. For this ignorance of me Seems a kind of innocence. Fast enough I shall wound it: Let me breathe till then Its milk-aired Eden, Till my own life impound it- Slow-falling; grey-veil-hung; a theft, A style of dying only.

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Langston Hughes

Arrival

Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky all day. I land to stay here; And the windows flock open And the curtains fly out like doves And a past dries in a wind. Now let me lie down, under A wide-branched indifference, Shovel-faces like pennies Down the back of the mind, Find voices coined to An argot of motor-horns, And let the cluttered-up houses Keep their thick lives to themselves. For this ignorance of me Seems a kind of innocence. Fast enough I shall wound it: Let me breathe till then Its milk-aired Eden, Till my own life impound it- Slow-falling; grey-veil-hung; a theft, A style of dying only.

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On Tuesday morning the report said Los Angeles was beyond the heat wave the meter had run out and you turned back to a pack of Camel’s after avoiding them for seven months and nine days wreaking of olives and tanqueray I was without mascara it had been towed inside of your ’96 Civic we walked around the morning streets looking for beer and a way to go back to before the street cleaners took away your ’96 Civic and you lit that first cigarette We’ll do this right one day, you said between drags of that first cigarette I tried to get you to put them away but we knew it was too late One day in San Francisco we were too young to be nostalgic and yet we looked North beyond the impound lot with anticipation towards milder weather looked back at the ’96 Civic being led out past the gate looked down at the third Camel between your second and third fingers with regret I watched it fall to the sidewalk I wanted to stamp it out but instead watched the cherry burn until only the filter remained and the wind brought it to the space in between two concrete slabs we got inside your ’96 Civic drove South along the freeway you lit a fourth cigarette gave a fifth to a homeless man along the freeway we listened to wordless music with windows rolled down you asked me what I was thinking thought against telling you I was already waiting for cooler weather in San Francisco.

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Jul 13, 2012

Jul 13, 2012 at 1:32 AM UTC

virginia-nicholson

Meet Me In San Francisco

On Tuesday morning the report said Los Angeles was beyond the heat wave the meter had run out and you turned back to a pack of Camel’s after avoiding them for seven months and nine days wreaking of olives and tanqueray I was without mascara it had been towed inside of your ’96 Civic we walked around the morning streets looking for beer and a way to go back to before the street cleaners took away your ’96 Civic and you lit that first cigarette We’ll do this right one day, you said between drags of that first cigarette I tried to get you to put them away but we knew it was too late One day in San Francisco we were too young to be nostalgic and yet we looked North beyond the impound lot with anticipation towards milder weather looked back at the ’96 Civic being led out past the gate looked down at the third Camel between your second and third fingers with regret I watched it fall to the sidewalk I wanted to stamp it out but instead watched the cherry burn until only the filter remained and the wind brought it to the space in between two concrete slabs we got inside your ’96 Civic drove South along the freeway you lit a fourth cigarette gave a fifth to a homeless man along the freeway we listened to wordless music with windows rolled down you asked me what I was thinking thought against telling you I was already waiting for cooler weather in San Francisco.

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Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound

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Jul 20, 2012

Jul 20, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC

stephen-parker

Civil War Battlefield

Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound

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It is so cold and dark as gloom I'm on the floor hog-tied and bound The door is locked to my new room I don't know if I will be found I'm on the far side of the moon Deep silence I can't hear a sound I really thought I was immune Even though no one was around I think maybe it was about noon I saw you two and my heart drowned You were hand in hand love abloom How on Earth could I have been clowned My hand to my hip then the boom You lay bleeding on the hard ground Caught within the web of your loom Grief and misery both abound Tour song of love was out of tune I weigh treachery by the pound My heart break to you I impugn My once kind smiling face has frowned Horrid deeds drop me in a swoon The gravity does me astound You will be buried this afternoon A grave and tomb will you impound The green-eyed monster sealed my doom But why, why did you so confound A love, a life so opportune My feelings for you so profound A cuckold pathetic buffoon Alas no peace have I found Here on the far side of the moon Here on the floor hogtied and bound You lay bleeding on the hard ground Caught within the web of your loom

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC

bernard-t-windwillow

The Dark Side of the Moon

It is so cold and dark as gloom I'm on the floor hog-tied and bound The door is locked to my new room I don't know if I will be found I'm on the far side of the moon Deep silence I can't hear a sound I really thought I was immune Even though no one was around I think maybe it was about noon I saw you two and my heart drowned You were hand in hand love abloom How on Earth could I have been clowned My hand to my hip then the boom You lay bleeding on the hard ground Caught within the web of your loom Grief and misery both abound Tour song of love was out of tune I weigh treachery by the pound My heart break to you I impugn My once kind smiling face has frowned Horrid deeds drop me in a swoon The gravity does me astound You will be buried this afternoon A grave and tomb will you impound The green-eyed monster sealed my doom But why, why did you so confound A love, a life so opportune My feelings for you so profound A cuckold pathetic buffoon Alas no peace have I found Here on the far side of the moon Here on the floor hogtied and bound You lay bleeding on the hard ground Caught within the web of your loom

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Do you ever come across that feeling of melancholy? When you’re going too fast on that midnight trolley Your head starts spinning in unfamiliar directions While you’re left there, looking for defections Do you ever feel like you aren't enough? Everyone thinks it’s all a big bluff But deep down inside you know it’s true The whole world around you starts to turn blue Do you ever feel that obligation? When in school you want certification Gaining the card that classifies you as That one guy who is cooler than jazz Do you ever feel pressured to fall? Into a love in which you can’t call A pointless relation clouds your mind Pushing you farther from what you might find Do you ever feel like you try too hard? To fit into a jigsaw, but instead bombard Looking for a clique that suits you best Coming to feel like you’re better than the rest Do you ever feel like you can’t be found? Lost inside your own impound Deceived by self-inflicting thought You continue to feel even more distraught Do you ever just want to run away? Leave behind your past and go astray Forget the life you lived at home And elsewhere discover a new throne Do you ever feel like life is a game? A game in which you can’t come to claim The honorable title as the winner Settling down for the same old dinner Do you ever wonder if you’re treated unfair? You live thinking that you cannot bear The dreadful thought of being singled out Making you want to scream and shout Do you ever feel like nobody understands? Like you’re the only one stuck within the strands Trapped inside an ignorant state of mind Only to come all this way and find… That you were wrong all along It was all just a mixed up song These steps you take throughout high school Turn you into some kind of rotten fool One day you will come to see That it was all part of the journey You’ll take it in and walk down your path Knowing that the worst of the wrath— Is over… -David Rombouts-

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC

DavidThePoet14

High School

Do you ever come across that feeling of melancholy? When you’re going too fast on that midnight trolley Your head starts spinning in unfamiliar directions While you’re left there, looking for defections Do you ever feel like you aren't enough? Everyone thinks it’s all a big bluff But deep down inside you know it’s true The whole world around you starts to turn blue Do you ever feel that obligation? When in school you want certification Gaining the card that classifies you as That one guy who is cooler than jazz Do you ever feel pressured to fall? Into a love in which you can’t call A pointless relation clouds your mind Pushing you farther from what you might find Do you ever feel like you try too hard? To fit into a jigsaw, but instead bombard Looking for a clique that suits you best Coming to feel like you’re better than the rest Do you ever feel like you can’t be found? Lost inside your own impound Deceived by self-inflicting thought You continue to feel even more distraught Do you ever just want to run away? Leave behind your past and go astray Forget the life you lived at home And elsewhere discover a new throne Do you ever feel like life is a game? A game in which you can’t come to claim The honorable title as the winner Settling down for the same old dinner Do you ever wonder if you’re treated unfair? You live thinking that you cannot bear The dreadful thought of being singled out Making you want to scream and shout Do you ever feel like nobody understands? Like you’re the only one stuck within the strands Trapped inside an ignorant state of mind Only to come all this way and find… That you were wrong all along It was all just a mixed up song These steps you take throughout high school Turn you into some kind of rotten fool One day you will come to see That it was all part of the journey You’ll take it in and walk down your path Knowing that the worst of the wrath— Is over… -David Rombouts-

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Sing a song of slick men Pocket full of lies. Four and twenty fat cats Terribly unwise. When the truth was spoken They don’t even try. They’re immune to reason And they get all the pie. Sing a song of no sense And how they persevere How they get elected Year after year Still they have no scruples; Ethically impure, They still win out in the polls. Why is still unclear. We should build a big fence And lock them all inside. Then impound their fortunes Wherever they hide. Let them see for sure how Crooks we can’t abide. See if they can stand each other Living side by side. Sing a song of statesmanship Nearly gone extinct Senators and gangsters Not so distinct. The rich still had their millions We lost the kitchen sink. Brought us all to near defeat And pushed us near the brink.

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

SING A SONG OF SLICK MEN

Sing a song of slick men Pocket full of lies. Four and twenty fat cats Terribly unwise. When the truth was spoken They don’t even try. They’re immune to reason And they get all the pie. Sing a song of no sense And how they persevere How they get elected Year after year Still they have no scruples; Ethically impure, They still win out in the polls. Why is still unclear. We should build a big fence And lock them all inside. Then impound their fortunes Wherever they hide. Let them see for sure how Crooks we can’t abide. See if they can stand each other Living side by side. Sing a song of statesmanship Nearly gone extinct Senators and gangsters Not so distinct. The rich still had their millions We lost the kitchen sink. Brought us all to near defeat And pushed us near the brink.

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she drove a block through the middle of my man and I she performed it with a callousness of ply into his heart she wormed her way not a bit of feeling for me did she display all the time pretending to be my friend but only doing that in benefiting her own end she got what she wanted so badly my man fell into her arms gladly she hooked him as a seductress he was so readily reeled into her caress she robbed she robbed she robbed me blind she pulled off the greatest robbery robbing me blind she took the love of my life without any regard only ever caring for her home yard she never gave a thought to my emotions when using her sensual potions my man she did shrewdly impound spinning her spider web around and around out of our bed he did stray she had the bait which caused our love to fray she robbed she robbed she robbed me blind she pulled off the greatest robbery robbing me blind

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Robbed Me Blind

she drove a block through the middle of my man and I she performed it with a callousness of ply into his heart she wormed her way not a bit of feeling for me did she display all the time pretending to be my friend but only doing that in benefiting her own end she got what she wanted so badly my man fell into her arms gladly she hooked him as a seductress he was so readily reeled into her caress she robbed she robbed she robbed me blind she pulled off the greatest robbery robbing me blind she took the love of my life without any regard only ever caring for her home yard she never gave a thought to my emotions when using her sensual potions my man she did shrewdly impound spinning her spider web around and around out of our bed he did stray she had the bait which caused our love to fray she robbed she robbed she robbed me blind she pulled off the greatest robbery robbing me blind

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It was up in Minnesota or was it South Dakota It doesn't matter we know how the story starts It's friday, time to party Some girl comes in dressed all tarty With a body That could break a thousand hearts There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair All the eyes were on her You knew she was a goner You could feel the tension And hear the nails extract In jeans of lace and denim With perfect slits cut in 'em You knew that she was hunting that's a fact There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair The band played loud and raucus As the bar's all female caucus Watched her close As she went toward the bar You could tell that this girl's reason Was to hunt the men in season And she set to take the first one to her car There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair when the crowd split like the Nile And there standing with a smile was the girl of the man this girl had claimed Well, the bottles started flying And though the bouncers all were trying The fight broke out Between the two I named There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair The cops broke up the rumble Amid the debris and the crumble Our combatants were off to jail that night Tomorrow they would be found Back and out of impound At another bar And in another fight So, It may be Minnesota or down in South Dakota But, no one cares We all know how the game is played So, when you feel a storm brew And you know it won't involve you Grab your beer And watch...your night is made.

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Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC

roger-turner

Catfight

It was up in Minnesota or was it South Dakota It doesn't matter we know how the story starts It's friday, time to party Some girl comes in dressed all tarty With a body That could break a thousand hearts There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair All the eyes were on her You knew she was a goner You could feel the tension And hear the nails extract In jeans of lace and denim With perfect slits cut in 'em You knew that she was hunting that's a fact There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair The band played loud and raucus As the bar's all female caucus Watched her close As she went toward the bar You could tell that this girl's reason Was to hunt the men in season And she set to take the first one to her car There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair when the crowd split like the Nile And there standing with a smile was the girl of the man this girl had claimed Well, the bottles started flying And though the bouncers all were trying The fight broke out Between the two I named There's gonna be a storm tonight A cat fight's on the way You just hold on when it all starts up And then you clear the way You just know it's gonna happen Something bad is in the air Just grab your beer and hold it Just watch the nails and flying hair The cops broke up the rumble Amid the debris and the crumble Our combatants were off to jail that night Tomorrow they would be found Back and out of impound At another bar And in another fight So, It may be Minnesota or down in South Dakota But, no one cares We all know how the game is played So, when you feel a storm brew And you know it won't involve you Grab your beer And watch...your night is made.

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Death becomes you, So modest and frail Caressing Last Rites Laid out in Braille Wearing a gray suit Free hand pulling the hem taut Clunky black shoes Hair tied in a knot Distress's mistress With barren lips Lust glistening from her eyes Cleverly drips Mouth opened just enough To notice the absence of sound Seized words Left in impound A last little twitch Consumes an entire room Giving away spring Before the lilac had a chance to bloom

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC

GreenEyedBlues

Lady In Gray

Death becomes you, So modest and frail Caressing Last Rites Laid out in Braille Wearing a gray suit Free hand pulling the hem taut Clunky black shoes Hair tied in a knot Distress's mistress With barren lips Lust glistening from her eyes Cleverly drips Mouth opened just enough To notice the absence of sound Seized words Left in impound A last little twitch Consumes an entire room Giving away spring Before the lilac had a chance to bloom

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MIDDLE OF MY MIND Many explanations for what are personal exclamations, sights unseen by the the ones that are keen Tastes and smells sights or sounds, simple hints that lead to something so profound Electric waves washing over me, mixing mental physical energy to create negative synergy We lie in wait at a familiar gate opening to an unknown fate, minor glimpse for what is inbound Forcing me down, swift or slow still leaving it's frown,frozen in time yet another check in my diary Sampling a storm,hellacious hurricane to circling cyclone, electric waves fluctuate on a battle ground Mystical madness robs our gladness, strong voo doo, frothing foaming wild animal halting my stamina, taking moments of our legal sanity Sudden stagnation of time like stopping sands through the hourglass,seeking escape while the spasms further impound Another frightened night falling into the fold, moments ago we were so bold, now I prepare for random phantoms to make their inquiry Un rehearsed Dark drama silently awaiting, constricting contrast, marked moments, embedding memories that may soon pass or will I be drowned The mystery in the middle of my mind leaves me wondering, it's appeal has a hidden zeal like a mysterious friend who may play nice or leave an injury A witness saw my soul, blindsided into oblivion, came again without showing it's role, survival came again today, maybe tomorrow my resting place be found. R.C. "Peace Takes Practice"

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Apr 22, 2020

Apr 22, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC

wichitarick

MIDDLE OF MY MIND

MIDDLE OF MY MIND Many explanations for what are personal exclamations, sights unseen by the the ones that are keen Tastes and smells sights or sounds, simple hints that lead to something so profound Electric waves washing over me, mixing mental physical energy to create negative synergy We lie in wait at a familiar gate opening to an unknown fate, minor glimpse for what is inbound Forcing me down, swift or slow still leaving it's frown,frozen in time yet another check in my diary Sampling a storm,hellacious hurricane to circling cyclone, electric waves fluctuate on a battle ground Mystical madness robs our gladness, strong voo doo, frothing foaming wild animal halting my stamina, taking moments of our legal sanity Sudden stagnation of time like stopping sands through the hourglass,seeking escape while the spasms further impound Another frightened night falling into the fold, moments ago we were so bold, now I prepare for random phantoms to make their inquiry Un rehearsed Dark drama silently awaiting, constricting contrast, marked moments, embedding memories that may soon pass or will I be drowned The mystery in the middle of my mind leaves me wondering, it's appeal has a hidden zeal like a mysterious friend who may play nice or leave an injury A witness saw my soul, blindsided into oblivion, came again without showing it's role, survival came again today, maybe tomorrow my resting place be found. R.C. "Peace Takes Practice"

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Footprints impound my secrets While writing my lyrics Washing away my muse Making them known to few Drunken veins Nervous brain Because I’m of secrets I‘ll hide They’ll remain Please ask a question I want you to know I am invisible I didn’t grow Ducked by mirrors Reality begins to sear The glass walls Express my fear Drunken veins Nervous brain Because I’m of secrets I’ll hide They’ll remain I wait a minute I want to sing The internal bleed External bells ring Please ask a question I want you to know If I am invisible I will not grow…

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Feb 9, 2010

Feb 9, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC

keiko-larrieux

Documented

Footprints impound my secrets While writing my lyrics Washing away my muse Making them known to few Drunken veins Nervous brain Because I’m of secrets I‘ll hide They’ll remain Please ask a question I want you to know I am invisible I didn’t grow Ducked by mirrors Reality begins to sear The glass walls Express my fear Drunken veins Nervous brain Because I’m of secrets I’ll hide They’ll remain I wait a minute I want to sing The internal bleed External bells ring Please ask a question I want you to know If I am invisible I will not grow…

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When we sit at staionary station Watching Our essence drift by Sometimes you'll find the strength To reach out At the trails left behind. But sometimes you won't. And as you impound These thoughts, it's already too Late. You wait, wondering where; people Have gone, You open your eyes, realising they were never closed. And you tumble slightly onto the tracks. As the memoirs of your evening come back, You awaken screaming internally at all the empty faces. You squint briefly To the inconveince of blinking. But you are no longer there.

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Aug 25, 2022

Aug 25, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC

Strataic

To Recall Recent Memories

When we sit at staionary station Watching Our essence drift by Sometimes you'll find the strength To reach out At the trails left behind. But sometimes you won't. And as you impound These thoughts, it's already too Late. You wait, wondering where; people Have gone, You open your eyes, realising they were never closed. And you tumble slightly onto the tracks. As the memoirs of your evening come back, You awaken screaming internally at all the empty faces. You squint briefly To the inconveince of blinking. But you are no longer there.

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Now your fighted lightening brightens defeats Your off-White Knight thunder frightens me This hiss from those lips of this person I've missed Tightens kissing fists of a ****** horizon seen Mist heightened I do not wish to be enlightened I do not hope to hear your throat excitened Around sounds that expound my stuttering ground Or surround a thousand profoundly aroused frowns By all counts by now they hound My surmounting cloud My sound impound Say stray failures are bound round brain behaviours Claim they wound down your feigned brave nature These sharp verses start to form disturbing curses Hearts should favour a saviour of more deserving or curbing regalia Critical, it's **** literal It's typically, empirically, egotistically pivotal I pine to hide inside a hurst of worse design I am not diacritical I cannot align my mind with a realistic vine Of my own bemoaned confines And now this line of finely timely chides I'm dumb and undone Numb hums begun When this thunder does bedizen you, The lightening does enlighten, true But the prices are not my vices rightened for you, I've surmised a prize of a more biting view It might be right to lose sight Of the delights of tonight's plights I slight fights I blight contrite bending But this ripe, spiteful spate of trite infights trending Indicts a tending Benights, invites, ignites a new intending A descent now rendered impending; an ending

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC

poppy-perry

The Camel's Back

Now your fighted lightening brightens defeats Your off-White Knight thunder frightens me This hiss from those lips of this person I've missed Tightens kissing fists of a ****** horizon seen Mist heightened I do not wish to be enlightened I do not hope to hear your throat excitened Around sounds that expound my stuttering ground Or surround a thousand profoundly aroused frowns By all counts by now they hound My surmounting cloud My sound impound Say stray failures are bound round brain behaviours Claim they wound down your feigned brave nature These sharp verses start to form disturbing curses Hearts should favour a saviour of more deserving or curbing regalia Critical, it's **** literal It's typically, empirically, egotistically pivotal I pine to hide inside a hurst of worse design I am not diacritical I cannot align my mind with a realistic vine Of my own bemoaned confines And now this line of finely timely chides I'm dumb and undone Numb hums begun When this thunder does bedizen you, The lightening does enlighten, true But the prices are not my vices rightened for you, I've surmised a prize of a more biting view It might be right to lose sight Of the delights of tonight's plights I slight fights I blight contrite bending But this ripe, spiteful spate of trite infights trending Indicts a tending Benights, invites, ignites a new intending A descent now rendered impending; an ending

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Lying in this cage. Lost on closed off ways in which to succeed and to thrive I fall into myself and do a head dive Inside the depths of sadness madness No one seems to have the time or investment to place in you you have talents but when you cannot prove them you start to fade empty too. How do I escape this debt and pain of the lack of people? How do I prove myself as I do try so very hard as I still feel chained like a car inside an impound yard you have the strength of hope and grab ******** strength trying to pull yourself out of hell by light's rope. Send me a signal and I'll work hard to repay you Leave me to rot..to fester..to fear another tick of the clock and you have sat back to watch a good soul waste away as your failure to aid in his darkest hours take on his sanity..a heavy toll.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

Toss me a rope

Lying in this cage. Lost on closed off ways in which to succeed and to thrive I fall into myself and do a head dive Inside the depths of sadness madness No one seems to have the time or investment to place in you you have talents but when you cannot prove them you start to fade empty too. How do I escape this debt and pain of the lack of people? How do I prove myself as I do try so very hard as I still feel chained like a car inside an impound yard you have the strength of hope and grab ******** strength trying to pull yourself out of hell by light's rope. Send me a signal and I'll work hard to repay you Leave me to rot..to fester..to fear another tick of the clock and you have sat back to watch a good soul waste away as your failure to aid in his darkest hours take on his sanity..a heavy toll.

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