"scag" poems - Hello Poetry

Thread breaks the seams as it dances along your fingertips and into the fabric it takes form in art, not traditional or too abstract. A modest and humble artform that you can call your own, as it pairs with your gentle demeanor against the harsh red light of the city. Yes, the soft-spoken words of a tailor. The velvet, cotton, suede. Floral patterns to lull me into a soft daydream. An escape from the **** and the **** of a city, where beauty is lost or forgotten or crushed beneath the boot of the next abrasive king. You remind me of a time gone by. A rose-tinted past where I did nothing wrong. I yearn to learn more of the tailor who gives me hope in the place I lost mine. A thousand voices stir and I wonder. When again will I see you?

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Dec 10, 2017

Dec 10, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC

stylo

Warren

Thread breaks the seams as it dances along your fingertips and into the fabric it takes form in art, not traditional or too abstract. A modest and humble artform that you can call your own, as it pairs with your gentle demeanor against the harsh red light of the city. Yes, the soft-spoken words of a tailor. The velvet, cotton, suede. Floral patterns to lull me into a soft daydream. An escape from the **** and the **** of a city, where beauty is lost or forgotten or crushed beneath the boot of the next abrasive king. You remind me of a time gone by. A rose-tinted past where I did nothing wrong. I yearn to learn more of the tailor who gives me hope in the place I lost mine. A thousand voices stir and I wonder. When again will I see you?

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Two hours sleep in seventy-two hours, dizzed up in an empty pub alcopops and cigarettes. It's back, is it back? Or just **** It's the fog, on my chest, panicky and lonely sounding a fog horn lost amongst everything no one cares, no one gives a **** or is that just the drugs?

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC

molly-5

Help help help help

Two hours sleep in seventy-two hours, dizzed up in an empty pub alcopops and cigarettes. It's back, is it back? Or just **** It's the fog, on my chest, panicky and lonely sounding a fog horn lost amongst everything no one cares, no one gives a **** or is that just the drugs?

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h.m.p phone cell poetry 10.07.18 to the government i credit this idea is a shine a reward system will edit that is the most important line. of course some will say hypocrisy punishment has no smell got to look at helping democracy at present spice and **** is ordered via a cell. mobiles are rife going down is not this slavery getting them in via **** strife now we can just teach manners and shivery. taken out a mega trade phone calls are a currency just like a village down grade calls like poetry have redundancy. this move gets praise that's maximum the entrepreneur in me is clicking poetry is read via a call that's premium punishment to prisoners is sweet but sickening.

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC

itsall-iwrite

h.m.p phone cell poetry

h.m.p phone cell poetry 10.07.18 to the government i credit this idea is a shine a reward system will edit that is the most important line. of course some will say hypocrisy punishment has no smell got to look at helping democracy at present spice and **** is ordered via a cell. mobiles are rife going down is not this slavery getting them in via **** strife now we can just teach manners and shivery. taken out a mega trade phone calls are a currency just like a village down grade calls like poetry have redundancy. this move gets praise that's maximum the entrepreneur in me is clicking poetry is read via a call that's premium punishment to prisoners is sweet but sickening.

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