"overandoverandover" poems

all battles ceasing during evening's frosty glare, heaving into jet-black, kinetic light marred night open. "outgoing, probably.." questions raising soldiers tickingheartbeat until voracious whitelight xplains. yesterday, zeal and blood caromed, deadly, erratic, for...god... hours. i just keep learning more nightmares overandoverandover. peace...quiet...rarely surviving things under vicious weather, xcept yule's zest abolishes ****** christmases.

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Feb 19, 2013

Feb 19, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC

aaron-amrich

A soldier's Christmas (ABCdarien)

all battles ceasing during evening's frosty glare, heaving into jet-black, kinetic light marred night open. "outgoing, probably.." questions raising soldiers tickingheartbeat until voracious whitelight xplains. yesterday, zeal and blood caromed, deadly, erratic, for...god... hours. i just keep learning more nightmares overandoverandover. peace...quiet...rarely surviving things under vicious weather, xcept yule's zest abolishes ****** christmases.

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It's something maple, something thick when you breathe, like dark chocolate, like tinnitus, like overandoverandover again, hard to explain. I have never met anyone that could fade and still burn like you do. Smooth violence, bottomless in all its eternity, moving in water so deep the ripples never make it to the surface. It's not weightless. It never is, but it waits there, half- suspended, fixed and unfixed, solid but slippery in your hands. Hold your breath. She knows you in a way the angels don't. There's something she coaxes out of your chest, something dark she rolls her tongue around. The act of inaction and the odds, particularly of getting by unscathed, may be slim and far between, but the stares last longer, everything in h o u r s

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May 25, 2017

May 25, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

mkpoems

maple

It's something maple, something thick when you breathe, like dark chocolate, like tinnitus, like overandoverandover again, hard to explain. I have never met anyone that could fade and still burn like you do. Smooth violence, bottomless in all its eternity, moving in water so deep the ripples never make it to the surface. It's not weightless. It never is, but it waits there, half- suspended, fixed and unfixed, solid but slippery in your hands. Hold your breath. She knows you in a way the angels don't. There's something she coaxes out of your chest, something dark she rolls her tongue around. The act of inaction and the odds, particularly of getting by unscathed, may be slim and far between, but the stares last longer, everything in h o u r s

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So, there's this musical that I've become obsessed with. That's normal, right? Yeah. I suppose. Naturally, I've been listening to the soundtrack. Over and over and overandoverandover because that's what I do. I replay things until they're so old I can't bring myself to care. But that isn't the focus of this one - that'll be covered another time, when I have a chance, when I've got a life. A song on this soundtrack that I seem to favor is titled "Waving Through A Window", and I'm just amazed by the artistry of this particular song. It's so focused, guys. It's real. The singer is trapped behind a personality he's built up for himself, you know? It reminds me of me - trapped behind a hypothetical "window" of sorts, fighting myself just to get out and be seen for once. But there's also that fear of not being liked, of not being accepted, because I'm really a horribly numb human and I don't want to scare anybody away. So I guess I'll just keep waving through this ******* window.

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May 8, 2017

May 8, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC

ryrosaur

There's A Line To This Song

So, there's this musical that I've become obsessed with. That's normal, right? Yeah. I suppose. Naturally, I've been listening to the soundtrack. Over and over and overandoverandover because that's what I do. I replay things until they're so old I can't bring myself to care. But that isn't the focus of this one - that'll be covered another time, when I have a chance, when I've got a life. A song on this soundtrack that I seem to favor is titled "Waving Through A Window", and I'm just amazed by the artistry of this particular song. It's so focused, guys. It's real. The singer is trapped behind a personality he's built up for himself, you know? It reminds me of me - trapped behind a hypothetical "window" of sorts, fighting myself just to get out and be seen for once. But there's also that fear of not being liked, of not being accepted, because I'm really a horribly numb human and I don't want to scare anybody away. So I guess I'll just keep waving through this ******* window.

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a cocktail of fear, self loathing, and ego swirled into the mist of love, lust, and longing. this mixture bleeds into his words, which bleed out of his heart, and fall into places no one sees; pages, places, and mediums such as these. "enough of those poems. you'll never move on just writing the same sad verse overandoverandover again. jesus, this one is even more pathetic than the last. whatever chris."

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Nov 9, 2011

Nov 9, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC

chris-ott

longing lines; wasted words.

a cocktail of fear, self loathing, and ego swirled into the mist of love, lust, and longing. this mixture bleeds into his words, which bleed out of his heart, and fall into places no one sees; pages, places, and mediums such as these. "enough of those poems. you'll never move on just writing the same sad verse overandoverandover again. jesus, this one is even more pathetic than the last. whatever chris."

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i am in love onetwothree fourfivesix white shades bubble surfacing reminders of every wrong every late night hateful words replaying in my mind overandoverandover. they are beaautiful sweet reminders strength and weakness held in one entity. people stare and question even though judgment already formed in their minds. names and dates etched not only in skin but memory. Anna. July 5th, 2013. Landon.Landon.Landon. February 9th. Mother. November. Gary. February 14th.

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC

amdavis

scars are tattoos with better stories

i am in love onetwothree fourfivesix white shades bubble surfacing reminders of every wrong every late night hateful words replaying in my mind overandoverandover. they are beaautiful sweet reminders strength and weakness held in one entity. people stare and question even though judgment already formed in their minds. names and dates etched not only in skin but memory. Anna. July 5th, 2013. Landon.Landon.Landon. February 9th. Mother. November. Gary. February 14th.

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Forget me lost here I'm right behind the forgotten soul survivor you're the Truth I'm the lie sinking in the depths what do I need to crawl back up my muscles tear, my body aches the same button stops working overandoverandover&overagain; ********* i strain it all you're the light to my day the sugar to my tea yet my tea is never sweet enough bitter burning tongue tasting wallowing sadness **** Simple words, the curse of my being how powerful they seem one affect over the other saying ~hello, I am death, destroyer of words how courteous thou art, how brave, and wonderful (I'm onehundredandten%ready, dear) informing madness slowly softens me so I dare not respond i forgot now did i, same capitalization as it ever was I i I I I i i I love you, I love your idea, the picture the bitter burning tongue tasting wallowing sadness **** that's how I live and feel, it's not that bad waiting it out, waiting it out time's a bunch of different strands notes played by Orpheus come to me my love, where you go I go staring at the water I don't you're my own reflection to love burning O song of the Sun waiting it out, waiting it out I love you, you love me hopefully waitingwaitingwaitingwaiting you're the most beautiful girl in the world that's a glorious fact I'll keep waiting waitingandwaitingwaiting lying sleeping dreaming writing waiting waiting blasphemy mouth of the Universe, tell me why must I wait for her in eternal strands waiting longer shorter faster slow down slow down over and over again waiting I'm the most patient man in the Universe.

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC

OkSayer

Onehundredandten%ready

Forget me lost here I'm right behind the forgotten soul survivor you're the Truth I'm the lie sinking in the depths what do I need to crawl back up my muscles tear, my body aches the same button stops working overandoverandover&overagain; ********* i strain it all you're the light to my day the sugar to my tea yet my tea is never sweet enough bitter burning tongue tasting wallowing sadness **** Simple words, the curse of my being how powerful they seem one affect over the other saying ~hello, I am death, destroyer of words how courteous thou art, how brave, and wonderful (I'm onehundredandten%ready, dear) informing madness slowly softens me so I dare not respond i forgot now did i, same capitalization as it ever was I i I I I i i I love you, I love your idea, the picture the bitter burning tongue tasting wallowing sadness **** that's how I live and feel, it's not that bad waiting it out, waiting it out time's a bunch of different strands notes played by Orpheus come to me my love, where you go I go staring at the water I don't you're my own reflection to love burning O song of the Sun waiting it out, waiting it out I love you, you love me hopefully waitingwaitingwaitingwaiting you're the most beautiful girl in the world that's a glorious fact I'll keep waiting waitingandwaitingwaiting lying sleeping dreaming writing waiting waiting blasphemy mouth of the Universe, tell me why must I wait for her in eternal strands waiting longer shorter faster slow down slow down over and over again waiting I'm the most patient man in the Universe.

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