"onetwothreefour" poems

One... two... three... four... turn You can see the spot on her floor, Where her blue-green carpet is worn Wishing she could walk out the door Forget how bad her heart has been torn One, two, three, four turn She has music blaring Supposed to keep her from losing her mind Supposed to keep her from caring If only her tormentor weren't so kind One two three four turn He's still unaware of his slight She's pacing, reciting Poe in her head He's unaware of her pain every night She's wishing her heart was dead Onetwothreefour turn Her fingers twine through her hair Berating herself for thinking of him She hears a few strands tear But paces on, ignoring them

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Dec 17, 2014

Dec 17, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC

lone-wolf

Pacing

One... two... three... four... turn You can see the spot on her floor, Where her blue-green carpet is worn Wishing she could walk out the door Forget how bad her heart has been torn One, two, three, four turn She has music blaring Supposed to keep her from losing her mind Supposed to keep her from caring If only her tormentor weren't so kind One two three four turn He's still unaware of his slight She's pacing, reciting Poe in her head He's unaware of her pain every night She's wishing her heart was dead Onetwothreefour turn Her fingers twine through her hair Berating herself for thinking of him She hears a few strands tear But paces on, ignoring them

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YOU ONLY EVER KISS HIM WITH THE LIGHTS OFF. YOU RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH YOUR HAIR; IT WAS CUT A FEW DAYS AGO AND YOU'RE NOT SURE IF YOU LIKE IT. YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE JUST KEEPING UP THE PRETENSE OF THE PERSON YOU USED TO BE. YOU'RE NOT SURE IF YOU'LL EVER FEEL LIKE HIM AGAIN. HE, AS USUAL, LOVES YOU AND SOMETIMES YOU WANT TO RIP OFF HIS ******* CLOTHES AND TAKE HIM AND SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANT TO SCREAM AND RUN AWAY AND NEVER LOOK HIM IN THE EYES AGAIN (AND SOMETIMES YOU WANT TO RIP OFF YOUR ******* SKIN AND HOPE YOU NEVER BREATHE AGAIN). YOU NEVER TELL HIM THIS. YOU ADD IT TO THE PILE OF SECRETS. RINSE AND REPEAT;;; AS THE DAYS GO BY THE BLUE EYES START MIXING WITH THE KIND OF REDNESS YOU CAN'T SCRUB AWAY. YOU TRY TO LAUGH BECAUSE YOU'RE LIKE HIM NOW (RED WHITE AND BLUE YOU'RE A ******* BANNER AND HE'S AN ICON). IT COMES OUT BROKEN. YOU DON'T TELL HIM WHY. YOU STOP SMILING AND THE CIGARETTES PILE UP AND THE BOTTLES PILE UP AND THE SECRETS PILE UP. HE'S STOPPED LOOKING YOU IN THE EYES AND YOU'VE STOPPED PRETENDING NOT TO NOTICE. HE DRAGS YOU OUT OF BED AT TWO IN THE MORNING TO YELL AT YOU AND IT TAKES ALL THE ENERGY YOU CAN MUSTER TO LOOK AT HIM. HE STOPS SMILING. WHEN HE SAYS HE LOVES YOU HE DOESN'T MEAN IT. THIS IS OKAY; YOU HAVEN'T SAID IT BACK SINCE HE SAVED YOU. WHEN YOU SAY IT BACK ANYWAY YOU MEAN IT. HE LAUGHS AT YOU. YOU TRY TO STOP BREATHING ONETWOTHREEFOUR TIMES. YOU STOP RETURNING HIS PHONE CALLS. YOU DON'T BELONG HERE THIS BODY HASN'T FELT LIKE YOURS IN SEVENTY YEARS BUT YOU STILL WISH YOU COULD CRAWL INSIDE YOUR OWN SKIN. HE SHOWS UP AT YOUR HOUSE AT TWO IN THE MORNING AND ******* SCREAMS AT YOU. THIS IS THE MOST ALIVE YOU'VE FELT IN AN AGE. YOU TELL HIM THIS AND YOU LOOK AWAY WHEN HIS FACE CRUMPLES. HE KISSES YOU WITH THE LIGHTS ON.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC

buckybarnes

LIGHTSWITCH

YOU ONLY EVER KISS HIM WITH THE LIGHTS OFF. YOU RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH YOUR HAIR; IT WAS CUT A FEW DAYS AGO AND YOU'RE NOT SURE IF YOU LIKE IT. YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE JUST KEEPING UP THE PRETENSE OF THE PERSON YOU USED TO BE. YOU'RE NOT SURE IF YOU'LL EVER FEEL LIKE HIM AGAIN. HE, AS USUAL, LOVES YOU AND SOMETIMES YOU WANT TO RIP OFF HIS ******* CLOTHES AND TAKE HIM AND SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANT TO SCREAM AND RUN AWAY AND NEVER LOOK HIM IN THE EYES AGAIN (AND SOMETIMES YOU WANT TO RIP OFF YOUR ******* SKIN AND HOPE YOU NEVER BREATHE AGAIN). YOU NEVER TELL HIM THIS. YOU ADD IT TO THE PILE OF SECRETS. RINSE AND REPEAT;;; AS THE DAYS GO BY THE BLUE EYES START MIXING WITH THE KIND OF REDNESS YOU CAN'T SCRUB AWAY. YOU TRY TO LAUGH BECAUSE YOU'RE LIKE HIM NOW (RED WHITE AND BLUE YOU'RE A ******* BANNER AND HE'S AN ICON). IT COMES OUT BROKEN. YOU DON'T TELL HIM WHY. YOU STOP SMILING AND THE CIGARETTES PILE UP AND THE BOTTLES PILE UP AND THE SECRETS PILE UP. HE'S STOPPED LOOKING YOU IN THE EYES AND YOU'VE STOPPED PRETENDING NOT TO NOTICE. HE DRAGS YOU OUT OF BED AT TWO IN THE MORNING TO YELL AT YOU AND IT TAKES ALL THE ENERGY YOU CAN MUSTER TO LOOK AT HIM. HE STOPS SMILING. WHEN HE SAYS HE LOVES YOU HE DOESN'T MEAN IT. THIS IS OKAY; YOU HAVEN'T SAID IT BACK SINCE HE SAVED YOU. WHEN YOU SAY IT BACK ANYWAY YOU MEAN IT. HE LAUGHS AT YOU. YOU TRY TO STOP BREATHING ONETWOTHREEFOUR TIMES. YOU STOP RETURNING HIS PHONE CALLS. YOU DON'T BELONG HERE THIS BODY HASN'T FELT LIKE YOURS IN SEVENTY YEARS BUT YOU STILL WISH YOU COULD CRAWL INSIDE YOUR OWN SKIN. HE SHOWS UP AT YOUR HOUSE AT TWO IN THE MORNING AND ******* SCREAMS AT YOU. THIS IS THE MOST ALIVE YOU'VE FELT IN AN AGE. YOU TELL HIM THIS AND YOU LOOK AWAY WHEN HIS FACE CRUMPLES. HE KISSES YOU WITH THE LIGHTS ON.

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Days like this Are days when it hurts just to ******* breathe. *Count to ten. You can do this. One, two, three, four I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe. Suffocatingsuffocatingsuffocating My chest is drowning Why is my chest drowning? Shhh, it's okay. Try again. Ten deep breaths. Onetwothreefour Drowningdrowningdrowning My mind is drowning I'm clinging to the shore line, Trying to stay afloat I can't do this anymore.* Days like this Are days when it hurts just to ******* speak. "How are you doing today?" *Come on, you've got this. Just answer the stupid question.* Shaky breaths. "I'm- your voice is trembling-okay." ***you're not okay stoplyingstoplyingstoplying.*** Days like this Your mind is attacking you. Your chest hurts Your head hurts Your body hurts Your heart hurts Your everything hurts. But days like this Are just days. They will pass.

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC

emptymadness

Days Like This

Days like this Are days when it hurts just to ******* breathe. *Count to ten. You can do this. One, two, three, four I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe. Suffocatingsuffocatingsuffocating My chest is drowning Why is my chest drowning? Shhh, it's okay. Try again. Ten deep breaths. Onetwothreefour Drowningdrowningdrowning My mind is drowning I'm clinging to the shore line, Trying to stay afloat I can't do this anymore.* Days like this Are days when it hurts just to ******* speak. "How are you doing today?" *Come on, you've got this. Just answer the stupid question.* Shaky breaths. "I'm- your voice is trembling-okay." ***you're not okay stoplyingstoplyingstoplying.*** Days like this Your mind is attacking you. Your chest hurts Your head hurts Your body hurts Your heart hurts Your everything hurts. But days like this Are just days. They will pass.

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So, I'm bad with a ukelele: clinkcliinkcliink-- it doesn't agree with me clinkPAKclink-- still no good PAKPAKclink-- I need food PAKPAKPAAAAK-- gone. So, I found you: My eyes seemed to deceive me; I counted the strings, like onetwothreefour Cliiink-- "lalalala~" Didn't know there was a fifth. Lalalala~ I love you.

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC

AvantGarde

Ukelele

So, I'm bad with a ukelele: clinkcliinkcliink-- it doesn't agree with me clinkPAKclink-- still no good PAKPAKclink-- I need food PAKPAKPAAAAK-- gone. So, I found you: My eyes seemed to deceive me; I counted the strings, like onetwothreefour Cliiink-- "lalalala~" Didn't know there was a fifth. Lalalala~ I love you.

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Onetwothreefour Onetwothreefourfivesixseven Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Onetwothreefour Onetwothreefourfivesixseven Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Onetwothe blinding light. Bright. **** Onetwothreefourfi—ants. Crawling up and down my spine. Fire. Electrifying my veins Ripriprip them out. Bleed the bad out. **** Onetwothreefourfivesixsev There is no solitude. There is no true isolation When every time my eyelids shut His face is branded on the inside like veins. Proteins and cells dance together Into memories far gone and much missed. One breath in. If only that would do the trick. But there is obligation in it. Follow up required. Two doctors that told me depression was normal. Follow ups every week to month To when the next bad reaction to medication. Three times I accepted him back into my life. Why did I let him in again? The flame of ******* is always to be chased After the first hit. Four times That I actually remember him say That he loved me. But it would be zero As to the number of times he proved so. Five years since I have been happy. Or is it more? I don’t remember anymore. Six…six…six… Because I chose to side with the devil Since God would not love me. Seven was my lucky number Until I concluded that Luck must not run in my family. Eight. Open. In. Onetwothreefour. Hold. Still. Onetwothreefourfivesixseven. Outoutout. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Are you okay now? What a stupid question.

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC

amdavis

Anxiety

Onetwothreefour Onetwothreefourfivesixseven Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Onetwothreefour Onetwothreefourfivesixseven Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Onetwothe blinding light. Bright. **** Onetwothreefourfi—ants. Crawling up and down my spine. Fire. Electrifying my veins Ripriprip them out. Bleed the bad out. **** Onetwothreefourfivesixsev There is no solitude. There is no true isolation When every time my eyelids shut His face is branded on the inside like veins. Proteins and cells dance together Into memories far gone and much missed. One breath in. If only that would do the trick. But there is obligation in it. Follow up required. Two doctors that told me depression was normal. Follow ups every week to month To when the next bad reaction to medication. Three times I accepted him back into my life. Why did I let him in again? The flame of ******* is always to be chased After the first hit. Four times That I actually remember him say That he loved me. But it would be zero As to the number of times he proved so. Five years since I have been happy. Or is it more? I don’t remember anymore. Six…six…six… Because I chose to side with the devil Since God would not love me. Seven was my lucky number Until I concluded that Luck must not run in my family. Eight. Open. In. Onetwothreefour. Hold. Still. Onetwothreefourfivesixseven. Outoutout. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Are you okay now? What a stupid question.

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..hello poetry..iv'e cone of movement of words..language ain't anymore.. ..were fucked..subconsciousness is getting dry..no mess.. ..i believe you have seen for years now.. ..so were you stand..are you a ***** ..or mystic..one..two..three..four.. ..and were the letters wend.. ..onetwothreefour.. ..where's your magic..

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC

miska-kamppi

I BELIEVE MORE THAN THIS

..hello poetry..iv'e cone of movement of words..language ain't anymore.. ..were fucked..subconsciousness is getting dry..no mess.. ..i believe you have seen for years now.. ..so were you stand..are you a ***** ..or mystic..one..two..three..four.. ..and were the letters wend.. ..onetwothreefour.. ..where's your magic..

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