"scried" poems - Hello Poetry

these long lines of me have begun to curl and split along small vulnerable points -separating- till i stand blank as bone .. but then you too peel away your palimpsest new page new tone driven by us a place where my alone is not read into where your sidelong gaze allows for this core ruin of mine to be unknown and unknowable scribbled sick blue skies gray clouds somersault and lick eater of hue it cannot be deleted it cannot be scried this is the waste we do not wait around for to be fixed it is a space where margins are let in as is and i no longer feel written down

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC

mike-dm

this will never be written

these long lines of me have begun to curl and split along small vulnerable points -separating- till i stand blank as bone .. but then you too peel away your palimpsest new page new tone driven by us a place where my alone is not read into where your sidelong gaze allows for this core ruin of mine to be unknown and unknowable scribbled sick blue skies gray clouds somersault and lick eater of hue it cannot be deleted it cannot be scried this is the waste we do not wait around for to be fixed it is a space where margins are let in as is and i no longer feel written down

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i stitch myself back together with strands plucked from conscience glistening points drawn out into gossamer you come to me in comets bringing the dawn to an astronomer scried in seams of aether

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Oct 4, 2019

Oct 4, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC

emo

reap what i sew

i stitch myself back together with strands plucked from conscience glistening points drawn out into gossamer you come to me in comets bringing the dawn to an astronomer scried in seams of aether

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A girl has bright eyes, smooth thighs and a perky disguise. She's been shy and never made much of a try but no word of a lie she loved a man long before she was of age to die. A girl had long hair with tints of blue. She wore a dress a man couldn't nearly see through but a man needed no clue as to what lay under the zip he desired so badly to undo. A man was nothing special. He in no way had it all. Dark hair and he stood six feet tall but when it came to a girl he would repeatedly stall. Never sure what to say should he pluck up the courage and call. A girl knew she was under the view of a man. It wasn't entirely new but this strange sensation grew as if she just now felt it too. Not sure what to do when a man leaned in she withdrew. A girl began to cry upon the sight of his failed try. In the midst of confusion a solution arrived when she spied the edge of a knife and a vein which so diligently pumped her life. A man kissed a girl in a Christmas ball, drunk as high hell and stumbling though he didn't fall. She whispered "I love you too" only half way through removing her shoe when a man lifted her against the wall, too eager to merely watch the remainder of the clothing removal. A girl was surprised by a man's advance. She often scried a future in which a knot had been tied. A man treated her as a precious doll, protecting her from the demon's who'd call. A girl enjoyed this time and began to find she could unwind, however, the knife and a vision of a man's advance kept clinging to her mind. Only a few weeks later a man lies with a girl. A girl begins to cry. A man apologises. A man and a girl remain together. A man loves a girl. A girl loves a man. And a girl is suicidally sad.

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Jun 8, 2014

Jun 8, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC

adam-burke

The Rorshach test.

A girl has bright eyes, smooth thighs and a perky disguise. She's been shy and never made much of a try but no word of a lie she loved a man long before she was of age to die. A girl had long hair with tints of blue. She wore a dress a man couldn't nearly see through but a man needed no clue as to what lay under the zip he desired so badly to undo. A man was nothing special. He in no way had it all. Dark hair and he stood six feet tall but when it came to a girl he would repeatedly stall. Never sure what to say should he pluck up the courage and call. A girl knew she was under the view of a man. It wasn't entirely new but this strange sensation grew as if she just now felt it too. Not sure what to do when a man leaned in she withdrew. A girl began to cry upon the sight of his failed try. In the midst of confusion a solution arrived when she spied the edge of a knife and a vein which so diligently pumped her life. A man kissed a girl in a Christmas ball, drunk as high hell and stumbling though he didn't fall. She whispered "I love you too" only half way through removing her shoe when a man lifted her against the wall, too eager to merely watch the remainder of the clothing removal. A girl was surprised by a man's advance. She often scried a future in which a knot had been tied. A man treated her as a precious doll, protecting her from the demon's who'd call. A girl enjoyed this time and began to find she could unwind, however, the knife and a vision of a man's advance kept clinging to her mind. Only a few weeks later a man lies with a girl. A girl begins to cry. A man apologises. A man and a girl remain together. A man loves a girl. A girl loves a man. And a girl is suicidally sad.

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