"seethrough" poems - Hello Poetry

3/25/2016 *probablamente estoy viviendo demasiado* the New York skyline looms In the background, looming, dark and imposing like all those people that will always know more than me waking up to tall, grey monsters kingkong figures walking through town with their windows, so seethrough. You can see the island from your window, all the way down Harlem hill. I raise a brow, cross my arms, hit my foot against the tile. I listen to mariachi music It is very sad perhaps I'm living too much.

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC

kdmills

no vale la pena

3/25/2016 *probablamente estoy viviendo demasiado* the New York skyline looms In the background, looming, dark and imposing like all those people that will always know more than me waking up to tall, grey monsters kingkong figures walking through town with their windows, so seethrough. You can see the island from your window, all the way down Harlem hill. I raise a brow, cross my arms, hit my foot against the tile. I listen to mariachi music It is very sad perhaps I'm living too much.

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somebody must freeze my emotion my elation my abrasion i want to stop awhile and touch each of them i did fly higher but my wings caught fire took me down down to the ground where i belong even if beguiled feelings melt flow like lava burning but docile moving but adamant i want to touch and see through them or into them do they hold those thousand thoughts thine?

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Sep 22, 2012

Sep 22, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC

aditya-bhaskara

seethrough

somebody must freeze my emotion my elation my abrasion i want to stop awhile and touch each of them i did fly higher but my wings caught fire took me down down to the ground where i belong even if beguiled feelings melt flow like lava burning but docile moving but adamant i want to touch and see through them or into them do they hold those thousand thoughts thine?

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I miss you. There’s all there is to it. I miss the way you speak, the low grumble of your voice. I miss your face, how seethrough you were, how easy it was to read. I miss your smell, the way your scent would linger even hours after you were gone. I miss your teeth, your smile, those cute little dimples. I miss your attention to detail and the sweet little surprises you would leave me. I miss your phone calls after I would fall asleep, those voicemails where you’d end up talking to yourself or leaving little songs for me to listen to when I woke up. I miss everything. I miss you, your personality, but mostly I miss us. We fit so well together. I miss being by your side and the smile it brought to my face. I haven’t smiled like that since you left. I miss you. I miss us. I miss being happy.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC

Spilled_inkk

I Miss You

I miss you. There’s all there is to it. I miss the way you speak, the low grumble of your voice. I miss your face, how seethrough you were, how easy it was to read. I miss your smell, the way your scent would linger even hours after you were gone. I miss your teeth, your smile, those cute little dimples. I miss your attention to detail and the sweet little surprises you would leave me. I miss your phone calls after I would fall asleep, those voicemails where you’d end up talking to yourself or leaving little songs for me to listen to when I woke up. I miss everything. I miss you, your personality, but mostly I miss us. We fit so well together. I miss being by your side and the smile it brought to my face. I haven’t smiled like that since you left. I miss you. I miss us. I miss being happy.

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One day someone stands where I stood now Black ink spilled through those paper edges There's a reason only a snake could **** it Life in these pages, some without names and some without faces Days spent and these lyrics bleed So seethrough the shadows come through Every inch of me in something no one reads Nothing to understand

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC

something-simple

Am I just a spark?

One day someone stands where I stood now Black ink spilled through those paper edges There's a reason only a snake could **** it Life in these pages, some without names and some without faces Days spent and these lyrics bleed So seethrough the shadows come through Every inch of me in something no one reads Nothing to understand

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