"klick" poems - Hello Poetry

Watch as waves Overtake Overreach their wake Hold your breath As they break Every sentenced line Replay over And over Her fingers slip from your grip Behind blurry eyes A disconnect in vision Her hair goes with each Ebb and flow The strings pull at your chest You tried your best You wore it like a crest Prospect gnaws at the marrow And you plunge like the sparrow After her Into the technicolor water Her ruddy complexion melts For nights on end You are floating As the scenes that began as An itch behind your eye Clawed out in fright Until the ticking stopped, The ambiguous clicking of the clock, Tied itself to the mast In a rotted rope knot Now you're the anchor And your tendons swell From the moment she fell Until your present hell Watching as each klick slinks Your beloved sinks Never within reach

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC

max-alvarez

Currents

Watch as waves Overtake Overreach their wake Hold your breath As they break Every sentenced line Replay over And over Her fingers slip from your grip Behind blurry eyes A disconnect in vision Her hair goes with each Ebb and flow The strings pull at your chest You tried your best You wore it like a crest Prospect gnaws at the marrow And you plunge like the sparrow After her Into the technicolor water Her ruddy complexion melts For nights on end You are floating As the scenes that began as An itch behind your eye Clawed out in fright Until the ticking stopped, The ambiguous clicking of the clock, Tied itself to the mast In a rotted rope knot Now you're the anchor And your tendons swell From the moment she fell Until your present hell Watching as each klick slinks Your beloved sinks Never within reach

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We’re in many different places. For some It’s a basement Or a motel room. For others It’s a kitchen table with all the lights off just the single bulb ahead. We spend our nights Smoking and typing sharpening our senses with drink or smoke and typing for hours night after night. Klick klick klick ding shhhhhhhht the typewriter sings it's tune. For me it always comes back to the porch. Everywhere I move I always end up on the porch. Never without the Kerr “Self-Sealing” wide mouth Mason jar. Full of ice cold water constantly refilled throughout the night. Always dripping with condensation even at night. It’s ****** burnin’ up outside. Ya gotta suffer for it though That’s what makes the difference. Right now someone is alone in a room pacing back and forth burning themselves with a cigarette staring at a page. They’re the only ones that will ever see it. Either the drink or the drug will take them first. Or they just slip into and get lost in the madness. Then they become as indecipherable as the academic intellectuals. Hell, It could happen to me too. We’ll see what happens. Keeping it going Every night standing on the porch pouring it out sending off a weekly 5 poems getting it out there like so many do. We’re in many different places.

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Dec 8, 2011

Dec 8, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC

danny-valdez

Writers & Places

We’re in many different places. For some It’s a basement Or a motel room. For others It’s a kitchen table with all the lights off just the single bulb ahead. We spend our nights Smoking and typing sharpening our senses with drink or smoke and typing for hours night after night. Klick klick klick ding shhhhhhhht the typewriter sings it's tune. For me it always comes back to the porch. Everywhere I move I always end up on the porch. Never without the Kerr “Self-Sealing” wide mouth Mason jar. Full of ice cold water constantly refilled throughout the night. Always dripping with condensation even at night. It’s ****** burnin’ up outside. Ya gotta suffer for it though That’s what makes the difference. Right now someone is alone in a room pacing back and forth burning themselves with a cigarette staring at a page. They’re the only ones that will ever see it. Either the drink or the drug will take them first. Or they just slip into and get lost in the madness. Then they become as indecipherable as the academic intellectuals. Hell, It could happen to me too. We’ll see what happens. Keeping it going Every night standing on the porch pouring it out sending off a weekly 5 poems getting it out there like so many do. We’re in many different places.

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I say fell more like getting washed down a pipe Will she survive? skirts covers her eyes each step on her **** sort of retime beat skirt flots down in the pink again with brakes puts out her knees man I hate these fancy dress ***** and this is nothing like I dreamed it yet it was ok if it was, i will see that that there bald man then there he was Dear old slappedhead if you want tea said the white rabbit turn your cup upside down but down was then up and Alice stopped and sat down on a seat is this a party she said the two twins at the fare end sang in harmony no and both asked at the very same time why are you here? at that the tigger opposite said here, here **** Alice exploited her dreams and replied sort of fell. Sprinkle gold dust into eyes there the magic goes on to feel this way I give you Alice with a very sore **** if conflict we can not leave her here alone. The Tigger put a revolver at his head pulled the tigger twice Klick Klick the revolver said the tigger slapped gun on the table and said when? when, when, will man know? Alice blinked once or twice and said know what it was at that the pig piped up well at least it not me this time and flopped back into a muddy puddle there. There is an electric kind of teapot there try to sell back to the electrical people there whom will have none of it think this is not real eletricals Alice still had a sore **** all the same and disregarded all this At that polly pipped up polly was the cook and asked what can I slop up What day is it? Alice asked, smart girl Monday then Alice said soup polly looked at her the sort of look that in init's own way could **** at that Alice's hair curled but all the time knew her underwear was white than white and she bathed in breeze but polly would not have it bang her spoon down and when that spoon hit it could take anywhere so put your rose tinted specs.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC

paul-hardwick

Alice fell down the spiral staires.

I say fell more like getting washed down a pipe Will she survive? skirts covers her eyes each step on her **** sort of retime beat skirt flots down in the pink again with brakes puts out her knees man I hate these fancy dress ***** and this is nothing like I dreamed it yet it was ok if it was, i will see that that there bald man then there he was Dear old slappedhead if you want tea said the white rabbit turn your cup upside down but down was then up and Alice stopped and sat down on a seat is this a party she said the two twins at the fare end sang in harmony no and both asked at the very same time why are you here? at that the tigger opposite said here, here **** Alice exploited her dreams and replied sort of fell. Sprinkle gold dust into eyes there the magic goes on to feel this way I give you Alice with a very sore **** if conflict we can not leave her here alone. The Tigger put a revolver at his head pulled the tigger twice Klick Klick the revolver said the tigger slapped gun on the table and said when? when, when, will man know? Alice blinked once or twice and said know what it was at that the pig piped up well at least it not me this time and flopped back into a muddy puddle there. There is an electric kind of teapot there try to sell back to the electrical people there whom will have none of it think this is not real eletricals Alice still had a sore **** all the same and disregarded all this At that polly pipped up polly was the cook and asked what can I slop up What day is it? Alice asked, smart girl Monday then Alice said soup polly looked at her the sort of look that in init's own way could **** at that Alice's hair curled but all the time knew her underwear was white than white and she bathed in breeze but polly would not have it bang her spoon down and when that spoon hit it could take anywhere so put your rose tinted specs.

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Klick Klick B00M!! Klick~ Chance number one. Klick~Chance number two. B00M!~ Pulled Anger Trigger and is now activated until water applied to the fire! KLICK KLICK B00M! So Listen now One More Try Listen NOW!!! BOOOOOMM!! OK THATS IT I'VE HAD IT!!!!! **** Klick Klick B00M!! SnaP!!! YEP BY THEN I HAD SNAPPED!!! Thee End.

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Jun 1, 2017

Jun 1, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

genevieve-shapley

~Snapped~

Klick Klick B00M!! Klick~ Chance number one. Klick~Chance number two. B00M!~ Pulled Anger Trigger and is now activated until water applied to the fire! KLICK KLICK B00M! So Listen now One More Try Listen NOW!!! BOOOOOMM!! OK THATS IT I'VE HAD IT!!!!! **** Klick Klick B00M!! SnaP!!! YEP BY THEN I HAD SNAPPED!!! Thee End.

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