"oragami" poems - Hello Poetry

Motion makes me homesick, home makes me motion-sick. I've seen some **** you wouldn't believe in the past month of my young life I'm happy. Makes me want more. I want Guatemala I want Nepal I want the States by trains and motorcycles. I want to make something tall enough to shake hands with god and strong enough to last to the ends of the earth Or longer. I want to give the world back all I've taken from it and all the damage I've done. And then I want to do more. I want to start a revolution, live on a farm, paint a mural, play a symphony, shake hands with the Dalai Lama, write a book, and be home in time for dinner. I want to fold a thousand and one oragami cranes and set them free from space and while they float down to Mauritania and Portugal, to Argentina and Cambodia I want to wish for a reset button. Not to use right away, but just in case **** gets out of hand. So we've got a backup plan. I want to sit in my old age looking down that darkened tunnel and see my own birth pass before my eyes. I want to embrace infinity without soreness or shortcomings, without excuses or refusals I want to watch the universe collapse back in on itself and be part of everything at once. I want more than I can handle. I guess that means I'm young.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC

j-c-lucas

Young

Motion makes me homesick, home makes me motion-sick. I've seen some **** you wouldn't believe in the past month of my young life I'm happy. Makes me want more. I want Guatemala I want Nepal I want the States by trains and motorcycles. I want to make something tall enough to shake hands with god and strong enough to last to the ends of the earth Or longer. I want to give the world back all I've taken from it and all the damage I've done. And then I want to do more. I want to start a revolution, live on a farm, paint a mural, play a symphony, shake hands with the Dalai Lama, write a book, and be home in time for dinner. I want to fold a thousand and one oragami cranes and set them free from space and while they float down to Mauritania and Portugal, to Argentina and Cambodia I want to wish for a reset button. Not to use right away, but just in case **** gets out of hand. So we've got a backup plan. I want to sit in my old age looking down that darkened tunnel and see my own birth pass before my eyes. I want to embrace infinity without soreness or shortcomings, without excuses or refusals I want to watch the universe collapse back in on itself and be part of everything at once. I want more than I can handle. I guess that means I'm young.

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:Ignite .ılılıll ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴡ llılılı SToP: Lemme seizure perception knowledge is a question asked in reflection yup, such a simple inception but we all get caught up while we messin learning earth's sacred lessons What now though? Identity//beheaded Grey ghost, unleaded got odds like Yudhistira so we betted our :/: ego:: we had to shed it problem:: we known to vet it poison:: we GOTTA **** it old skin:: WE SHED THAT TOO Known to fold my body like oragami quiet uprising you call call me ghandi preach non-violence practice samadhi Principly Primal powerful and bridal *** in more dimensions the many armed eater of time holding on like I'm ******* kali wannabe-Ascetic, dreaded, wandering in the right line, posture asuna-siva, like I'm ******* Kali, See time as convex atman = brahman means I'm God Complex Every day set fire to myself like Sati Go ash to mouth and make myself rise like a phoneix

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Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC

Im

Ash to Mouth

:Ignite .ılılıll ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴡ llılılı SToP: Lemme seizure perception knowledge is a question asked in reflection yup, such a simple inception but we all get caught up while we messin learning earth's sacred lessons What now though? Identity//beheaded Grey ghost, unleaded got odds like Yudhistira so we betted our :/: ego:: we had to shed it problem:: we known to vet it poison:: we GOTTA **** it old skin:: WE SHED THAT TOO Known to fold my body like oragami quiet uprising you call call me ghandi preach non-violence practice samadhi Principly Primal powerful and bridal *** in more dimensions the many armed eater of time holding on like I'm ******* kali wannabe-Ascetic, dreaded, wandering in the right line, posture asuna-siva, like I'm ******* Kali, See time as convex atman = brahman means I'm God Complex Every day set fire to myself like Sati Go ash to mouth and make myself rise like a phoneix

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I can’t be delicate, small, sad-looking and innerly folding, my legs will never oragami-fold themselves over my tired tired fat chest . I am blessed to be big, though my *** is a curse, how it juts and forces itself to be known by peoples’ eyes and rudely introduces itself to chairs, knick knacks, anything unfortunate enough to exist within its gargantuan wake . I am blessed to be huge but small, I am blessed to warmly ******* and spill my flesh over everything I touch & taste; I am forced to give myself up to the world, to give my huge body up as comfort to the multitudes of humans I love and crave and want and dream up because they will never find me small and cowered, will never offer their bodies to comfort mine, assuming instead that my huge warmth can sustain its own flame . My own body can’t contain the sad swells and lovely lakes that surge and bash against its own hide --- - --- that’s why my stretch marks leak and tendril their way around my arms, my belly folds, my underloved thighs, and I wonder why we both want to tender my fire to a low smolder and let it fade out do we think that trees with thick lush, curved and pink foliage are somehow whole-er than trees with paperthin leaves? my bark still craves the sun, which sometimes comes in the form of human flesh

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC

clementzobel

Flesh Fire

I can’t be delicate, small, sad-looking and innerly folding, my legs will never oragami-fold themselves over my tired tired fat chest . I am blessed to be big, though my *** is a curse, how it juts and forces itself to be known by peoples’ eyes and rudely introduces itself to chairs, knick knacks, anything unfortunate enough to exist within its gargantuan wake . I am blessed to be huge but small, I am blessed to warmly ******* and spill my flesh over everything I touch & taste; I am forced to give myself up to the world, to give my huge body up as comfort to the multitudes of humans I love and crave and want and dream up because they will never find me small and cowered, will never offer their bodies to comfort mine, assuming instead that my huge warmth can sustain its own flame . My own body can’t contain the sad swells and lovely lakes that surge and bash against its own hide --- - --- that’s why my stretch marks leak and tendril their way around my arms, my belly folds, my underloved thighs, and I wonder why we both want to tender my fire to a low smolder and let it fade out do we think that trees with thick lush, curved and pink foliage are somehow whole-er than trees with paperthin leaves? my bark still craves the sun, which sometimes comes in the form of human flesh

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Under your door While you crept Toward the edge Of consciousness I hand delivered a message Finely creased Highest quality pulp Atop which I wrote "I love you." I never signed it It fact It took me ten years To climb the stairs I hope it finds you grumpy As you always are When the sun is breaching Our horizon And you think "what is this Wonderful paper on my GO AWAY mat?" Coffee in hand You unfold oragami love Smile Go back to bed You'll find me though Fingerprints Bloodhounds Private **** Only to reply With a knife to my bare chest "I hate your guts."

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May 29, 2013

May 29, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC

allan-jain-bonder

Note(d)

Under your door While you crept Toward the edge Of consciousness I hand delivered a message Finely creased Highest quality pulp Atop which I wrote "I love you." I never signed it It fact It took me ten years To climb the stairs I hope it finds you grumpy As you always are When the sun is breaching Our horizon And you think "what is this Wonderful paper on my GO AWAY mat?" Coffee in hand You unfold oragami love Smile Go back to bed You'll find me though Fingerprints Bloodhounds Private **** Only to reply With a knife to my bare chest "I hate your guts."

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Abandoning hope and adopting curiosity Is a love interest without love Like shooting yourself in the mirror The glass shatters but you're likely to find your reflection again in another mirror you'll shoot, window you'll jump out of or body of water you'll drown in. Hope is mortal and we're all playing god. Reckless creation and destruction in the heat of passion Paper thin skin constantly folding in on itself Crinkling carbon Oragami organisms Blood is not meant for bleeding It is meant for consuming Destined for an **** ****** by the confusion of the organs it visits The priest's lipstick The junkie's subway The soldier's collateral The rotten egg Glistening crimson Hope is death and curiosity killed the cat. But you're likely to find that cat again in another mirror you'll shoot, Window you'll jump out of Or body of water you'll drown in

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC

JQK

~cherry-colored cat~

Abandoning hope and adopting curiosity Is a love interest without love Like shooting yourself in the mirror The glass shatters but you're likely to find your reflection again in another mirror you'll shoot, window you'll jump out of or body of water you'll drown in. Hope is mortal and we're all playing god. Reckless creation and destruction in the heat of passion Paper thin skin constantly folding in on itself Crinkling carbon Oragami organisms Blood is not meant for bleeding It is meant for consuming Destined for an **** ****** by the confusion of the organs it visits The priest's lipstick The junkie's subway The soldier's collateral The rotten egg Glistening crimson Hope is death and curiosity killed the cat. But you're likely to find that cat again in another mirror you'll shoot, Window you'll jump out of Or body of water you'll drown in

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Compose and ignore, synthesize and release. The only lie we've ever told repeated through clinched teeth. Oragami backbone has been replaced in the night. Jurisdictional cowards on display in aisle 5.

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Jan 30, 2021

Jan 30, 2021 at 9:06 PM UTC

jesse-rando

Pestilence

Compose and ignore, synthesize and release. The only lie we've ever told repeated through clinched teeth. Oragami backbone has been replaced in the night. Jurisdictional cowards on display in aisle 5.

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He sits Contemplating the meaning, Swinging on the spiral, Until it all Makes sense. He screams, Voices from every Crevice of this Earth Crave attention and Beckon him. He cries Diamond tears from Kyanite eyes as colors Manifest in ways Once unknown. He stares In awe of The power the universe Gifted to him Through fear. He recognizes These paper walls, This foil rooftop and Questions it's lack Of authenticity. He feels The comedown and His conscience crash land, But still, the Changes remain. He sits Folding his mind Into an oragami swan, Hoping it won't Fly away.

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC

morgan-moffitt

Untitled

He sits Contemplating the meaning, Swinging on the spiral, Until it all Makes sense. He screams, Voices from every Crevice of this Earth Crave attention and Beckon him. He cries Diamond tears from Kyanite eyes as colors Manifest in ways Once unknown. He stares In awe of The power the universe Gifted to him Through fear. He recognizes These paper walls, This foil rooftop and Questions it's lack Of authenticity. He feels The comedown and His conscience crash land, But still, the Changes remain. He sits Folding his mind Into an oragami swan, Hoping it won't Fly away.

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