"nevins" poems - Hello Poetry

Multiples Personalities I’ll defeat you, I said I have study your every moves You clustered my inside, like the garbage bin Gasping for air, I struggle It snow. I wore a tee shirt No boots though. I took the train Trouble follows me Outrageous! I screamed Split personalities; Alters assembled At court street, Nevins and Applebee Each taking turns maneuvering in the cold breeze I fought with all my might. I headed to the voodoo priest Gibberish sounds he offered. However, not for too long With some great effort Conquering we fought the beasts Depression you lose; we won.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

Multiples Personalities

Multiples Personalities I’ll defeat you, I said I have study your every moves You clustered my inside, like the garbage bin Gasping for air, I struggle It snow. I wore a tee shirt No boots though. I took the train Trouble follows me Outrageous! I screamed Split personalities; Alters assembled At court street, Nevins and Applebee Each taking turns maneuvering in the cold breeze I fought with all my might. I headed to the voodoo priest Gibberish sounds he offered. However, not for too long With some great effort Conquering we fought the beasts Depression you lose; we won.

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Multiples Personalities I’ll defeat you, I said I have study your every moves You clustered my inside, Gasping for air, I struggled It snow, I wore a tee shirt No boots though, I took the train Trouble follows me Outrageous! I scream Split personalities, alters assembled At court street, Nevins and Applebee Each taking turns to maneuvers in the cold breeze I fought with all my might, then headed to the voodoo priest Gibberish sounds he offered However, not for too long With some great effort Conquering we fought the beast Depression you lose; we won.

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

Multiples Personalities

Multiples Personalities I’ll defeat you, I said I have study your every moves You clustered my inside, Gasping for air, I struggled It snow, I wore a tee shirt No boots though, I took the train Trouble follows me Outrageous! I scream Split personalities, alters assembled At court street, Nevins and Applebee Each taking turns to maneuvers in the cold breeze I fought with all my might, then headed to the voodoo priest Gibberish sounds he offered However, not for too long With some great effort Conquering we fought the beast Depression you lose; we won.

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After the last call And the subsequent lock-in Of the second bar we'd hit Where we'd sat doing shots And talking Fitzgerald and Joyce We took shelter from the downpour Under the awning of a bodega Out on Atlantic Avenue. I clasped your head in my hands, In emphasis of some joke just told Before you passed me a poorly rolled cigarette And I turned for a drag. Exhaling, I felt your gaze Penetrate through my lungs' fresh smoke And fill me full-brimmed Like a rush of blood. You grabbed me then Our faces wet with rain And gave me the nicest kiss I'd ever known. Drawing away You swore and ****** yourself For your mistake. I tried to ride your bike But fell My drunken feet entwined in the peddles. When the rain had stopped We sat on the hot concrete And I tried to remember A song that I wanted you to hear. We pushed your bike To the Nevins St. Subway stop And you stood there And watched As I went underground Before cycling home Over Brooklyn Bridge.

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Jun 29, 2012

Jun 29, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC

saoirse

5am, Nevins St.

After the last call And the subsequent lock-in Of the second bar we'd hit Where we'd sat doing shots And talking Fitzgerald and Joyce We took shelter from the downpour Under the awning of a bodega Out on Atlantic Avenue. I clasped your head in my hands, In emphasis of some joke just told Before you passed me a poorly rolled cigarette And I turned for a drag. Exhaling, I felt your gaze Penetrate through my lungs' fresh smoke And fill me full-brimmed Like a rush of blood. You grabbed me then Our faces wet with rain And gave me the nicest kiss I'd ever known. Drawing away You swore and ****** yourself For your mistake. I tried to ride your bike But fell My drunken feet entwined in the peddles. When the rain had stopped We sat on the hot concrete And I tried to remember A song that I wanted you to hear. We pushed your bike To the Nevins St. Subway stop And you stood there And watched As I went underground Before cycling home Over Brooklyn Bridge.

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