"respirate" poems - Hello Poetry

Yellow lit talks Beside a borrowed car Empty parking lot Underneath the stars Three feet apart We mindlessly converse About nothing and everything Prolix and terse You render me breathless My ghost lungs deflate You exhale the stars And I respirate I am so tense With minutes too swift Too late; you’re gone My hands must have slipped

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Aug 19, 2018

Aug 19, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC

Darcyt90

Twenty Minutes

Yellow lit talks Beside a borrowed car Empty parking lot Underneath the stars Three feet apart We mindlessly converse About nothing and everything Prolix and terse You render me breathless My ghost lungs deflate You exhale the stars And I respirate I am so tense With minutes too swift Too late; you’re gone My hands must have slipped

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Stirring listless in bed under a patchwork of broken shade through moonlit blinds It's 2 a.m. My face has turned just as blue as the lunar white light as filtered by the night sky Under the cold I want you to know that even in growing old the trauma is ceaseless but I can't speak My lungs imbued Once with the strength of trees, pull in till my voice cuts, mute, and continue to squeeze I see your face Stir so listlessly close to mine, as if you were synchronized, and even closer with open eyes We respirate With the breath From your kiss Which you so lovingly demonstrate Let us sleep, let us rust Imbue me With the hurt That you so shamelessly share with me Respirate 2 a.m. Under cold I feel your eyelashes slashing me Let us crash, let us warm The trauma Is Ceaseless The message is lost, I cannot speak Both lungs squeeze

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC

jaymisun-kearney

Old Ghosts and Ghost Trains: "Rust"

Stirring listless in bed under a patchwork of broken shade through moonlit blinds It's 2 a.m. My face has turned just as blue as the lunar white light as filtered by the night sky Under the cold I want you to know that even in growing old the trauma is ceaseless but I can't speak My lungs imbued Once with the strength of trees, pull in till my voice cuts, mute, and continue to squeeze I see your face Stir so listlessly close to mine, as if you were synchronized, and even closer with open eyes We respirate With the breath From your kiss Which you so lovingly demonstrate Let us sleep, let us rust Imbue me With the hurt That you so shamelessly share with me Respirate 2 a.m. Under cold I feel your eyelashes slashing me Let us crash, let us warm The trauma Is Ceaseless The message is lost, I cannot speak Both lungs squeeze

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An easy pattern almost seeming consecutive You see it again and again as the original was relative To what had occurred before the first choice was made As looking back seems to have become a downgrade So you pick up speed hoping not to get left behind Seconds that should take hours as your time travel unwinds Running and gasping for air as you began struggling to respirate Unaware of the true speed you were going, moving at a high rate Now wanting to stop, seeing your path's end up ahead Sweating with regret from the path you chose to be lead Begging for help, now that you are in desperate need Now knowing that you can't grow a plant first before you sow your seed

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC

cookieman-10

Baby Steps

An easy pattern almost seeming consecutive You see it again and again as the original was relative To what had occurred before the first choice was made As looking back seems to have become a downgrade So you pick up speed hoping not to get left behind Seconds that should take hours as your time travel unwinds Running and gasping for air as you began struggling to respirate Unaware of the true speed you were going, moving at a high rate Now wanting to stop, seeing your path's end up ahead Sweating with regret from the path you chose to be lead Begging for help, now that you are in desperate need Now knowing that you can't grow a plant first before you sow your seed

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you walk upon flowers and wonder why you destroy everything as you respirate. you cannot destroy matter. with every blink of yours your eyelashes cause gusts wind that spread pollen and creates trees. with every breath you take you fill with all of the troubled vitality and convert it into love, you exhale the love engulfing anyone in your God given path, for it's that small boost of confidence they get every now again and they feel so great about themselves. you are not destroying flowers when you step upon them you are fertilizing them, that's why you leave bouquets in your wake. when you cry it causes a storm in the earth's atmosphere, you are not killing the sun baby girl, you are merely rejuvenating the terrane's verdure. when you speak your frequencies are depicted upon sheet music and people will try to learn you. And you can defy gravity don't let anyone try to tell you that you can't because you are the fruit of the world and you are **** beautiful.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC

lonelylolita

a letter to someone else or maybe myself

you walk upon flowers and wonder why you destroy everything as you respirate. you cannot destroy matter. with every blink of yours your eyelashes cause gusts wind that spread pollen and creates trees. with every breath you take you fill with all of the troubled vitality and convert it into love, you exhale the love engulfing anyone in your God given path, for it's that small boost of confidence they get every now again and they feel so great about themselves. you are not destroying flowers when you step upon them you are fertilizing them, that's why you leave bouquets in your wake. when you cry it causes a storm in the earth's atmosphere, you are not killing the sun baby girl, you are merely rejuvenating the terrane's verdure. when you speak your frequencies are depicted upon sheet music and people will try to learn you. And you can defy gravity don't let anyone try to tell you that you can't because you are the fruit of the world and you are **** beautiful.

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I breathe but I can not respirate. My heart beats but I can no longer feel it. I see but I can not experience. I am alive, but how can I live when I am already dead?

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC

plutonic

existing

I breathe but I can not respirate. My heart beats but I can no longer feel it. I see but I can not experience. I am alive, but how can I live when I am already dead?

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My love Skips to the beat of your heart, My pulse Surges to the palpitation of your eyes, My eyelids Flutter to the cadence of your hips, My legs Walk to the rhythm of your breathing, My lungs Respirate to the tempo of your steps, My fingers Tap to the metronome of your laughter, My smile Widens at the measure of your stride, My feet Pace to the song of your words, My lips Quiver to the cascade of your hair, My mind Churns to the flow of your spirit, My soul Ebbs at the ripple of your existence… © okpoet

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Dec 29, 2012

Dec 29, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC

nestor-david-armas

Existence...

My love Skips to the beat of your heart, My pulse Surges to the palpitation of your eyes, My eyelids Flutter to the cadence of your hips, My legs Walk to the rhythm of your breathing, My lungs Respirate to the tempo of your steps, My fingers Tap to the metronome of your laughter, My smile Widens at the measure of your stride, My feet Pace to the song of your words, My lips Quiver to the cascade of your hair, My mind Churns to the flow of your spirit, My soul Ebbs at the ripple of your existence… © okpoet

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I. I FEAR BEING POINTLESS i understand what you say without words, i feel your energy, i feel it flowing, animate, extending his tendrils and writhing like roadkill. you stand beside me. retching. re-opening wounds in spite of the hands that feed you because you just don’t have enough teeth to bite with yet and you comment on how this is kind of gross, isn’t it? the way it oozes like that? pulsing in my eardrums, i say no, this is beautiful, because i can hear what you’re saying like a deaf barn dog hears dinner bells II. I FEAR I WILL BE LEFT BEHIND i feel dust caking, dry as soon as it hits the sweat on my eyebrow. i try to imagine my flesh growing under the weight of it, melding together, increasing in mass. ive felt heavier lately anyway, i keep scratching my legs ‘cause theres something in those veins in there, im telling you, it breathes at night when it thinks im asleep III. I FEAR MIRRORS AND SCALES i keep remembering things i shouldn’t, i remember all the daycares ive filtered through. i remember (her), and her gameboy color and physiological tremor, speaking to me through the fruit snacks she fed me. i tried telling her how this felt. i tried telling her how inhuman i was, how something just didn’t feel right, is this normal? is this part of growing up? do you become an adult when you notice what’s missing? no, you become an adult when you realize you are made to break apart, you become an adult when you realize your joints are perforated, you become an adult when being fearless terrifies you. (you collect phobias and arrange them on a platter, born from desperation, you feed into them and they respirate knowing you are absolutely nothing without them)

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Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC

genavive

the self abandons the self

I. I FEAR BEING POINTLESS i understand what you say without words, i feel your energy, i feel it flowing, animate, extending his tendrils and writhing like roadkill. you stand beside me. retching. re-opening wounds in spite of the hands that feed you because you just don’t have enough teeth to bite with yet and you comment on how this is kind of gross, isn’t it? the way it oozes like that? pulsing in my eardrums, i say no, this is beautiful, because i can hear what you’re saying like a deaf barn dog hears dinner bells II. I FEAR I WILL BE LEFT BEHIND i feel dust caking, dry as soon as it hits the sweat on my eyebrow. i try to imagine my flesh growing under the weight of it, melding together, increasing in mass. ive felt heavier lately anyway, i keep scratching my legs ‘cause theres something in those veins in there, im telling you, it breathes at night when it thinks im asleep III. I FEAR MIRRORS AND SCALES i keep remembering things i shouldn’t, i remember all the daycares ive filtered through. i remember (her), and her gameboy color and physiological tremor, speaking to me through the fruit snacks she fed me. i tried telling her how this felt. i tried telling her how inhuman i was, how something just didn’t feel right, is this normal? is this part of growing up? do you become an adult when you notice what’s missing? no, you become an adult when you realize you are made to break apart, you become an adult when you realize your joints are perforated, you become an adult when being fearless terrifies you. (you collect phobias and arrange them on a platter, born from desperation, you feed into them and they respirate knowing you are absolutely nothing without them)

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Just to breathe your exhaled, Makes me respirate with twice the pace . Should I torch my lungs ? In the offence of this illicit way . To be under your roof , Supposed to have suffocated me !

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 3:55 AM UTC

Bohemian_

Under your Roof

Just to breathe your exhaled, Makes me respirate with twice the pace . Should I torch my lungs ? In the offence of this illicit way . To be under your roof , Supposed to have suffocated me !

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