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"shyed" poems
Friends, family, foes, and those of woe, I invite you to dance this delicate tango with me, right on the line of reality and fantasy. It is here, that, I invite you to the mad tea party. Now, let us get one or two, three or four, maybe ten, one hundred, zero things straight, you are not to be late to the mad tea party, you are to set your time straight and do not stray, but rather show up without delay at the time that serves your mental estate, at a time that feels right with your bones, now, now don't miss that time and don't be late. We are of strict dress code here at the mad tea party. You are not to wear what you saw on him and she and her and we unless it is of, suitable expression to your situation, you are to dress accordingly with your mentality, nothing else will pass the test. You are to act accordingly. Do not laugh when not appropriate, and sit up straight when your spine tells you. Do not speak when your mind is forced to be spoken. Now, have we all straight. I cordially invite you to the mad tea party. Where we dine and wine and tell tales of time, and rejoice on the words those delicately spoke, and dance on the lines theatrically strewn across the room, and sail across every last tale from you and he and yeah her over there too. I invite you to the mad tea party. I invite you tell of when you first saw the earth breath, when the trees and the leaves set to dancing, when you first heard the wind laugh at your grin, and when the raindrops ran fearfully from the erupting sky. I demand of you to tell nothing but that of truth, and watch as the molecules in the air take to vibrating. Take notice to musical clinking of the entities amidst you, and take pride in the gentle stride of the clouds overhead. Did you notice the flowers laughing at you, in between the birth, death and rebirth in accordance with the sun? Did you notice the flowers pull in their petals as they shyed from your step? Take notice to the music and laughter around you at the mad tea party, take great care with the feelings floating about the air, vulnerably buzzing from mind to mind, before their decline and descent to rest their heads. You see, it is here at the great mad tea party, that we do not devoid you of the ability to do as your energy demands, with the issues of time and dress and proper behavior. It is here that we tend to focus on the earth and the breathing of the molecules and atoms  around you, it is here that we go mad. and it is here that I cordially invite you, but before you make your reservation, please eliminate all hesitation. You see the mad tea party is not readily accepted, by the constraints of society and the binds of reality. You see the mad tea party is misconstrued by masses more than just a few. Those who long buried their soul look down on the guests, for they are different than the rest, in that, they're welcoming, into their soul the ability to go mad which is taught to be bad. So before you make your reservation be inexplicably sure, that you are in fact, ready, for the mad tea party.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
The diary of a mad man
Friends, family, foes, and those of woe, I invite you to dance this delicate tango with me, right on the line of reality and fantasy. It is here, that, I invite you to the mad tea party. Now, let us get one or two, three or four, maybe ten, one hundred, zero things straight, you are not to be late to the mad tea party, you are to set your time straight and do not stray, but rather show up without delay at the time that serves your mental estate, at a time that feels right with your bones, now, now don't miss that time and don't be late. We are of strict dress code here at the mad tea party. You are not to wear what you saw on him and she and her and we unless it is of, suitable expression to your situation, you are to dress accordingly with your mentality, nothing else will pass the test. You are to act accordingly. Do not laugh when not appropriate, and sit up straight when your spine tells you. Do not speak when your mind is forced to be spoken. Now, have we all straight. I cordially invite you to the mad tea party. Where we dine and wine and tell tales of time, and rejoice on the words those delicately spoke, and dance on the lines theatrically strewn across the room, and sail across every last tale from you and he and yeah her over there too. I invite you to the mad tea party. I invite you tell of when you first saw the earth breath, when the trees and the leaves set to dancing, when you first heard the wind laugh at your grin, and when the raindrops ran fearfully from the erupting sky. I demand of you to tell nothing but that of truth, and watch as the molecules in the air take to vibrating. Take notice to musical clinking of the entities amidst you, and take pride in the gentle stride of the clouds overhead. Did you notice the flowers laughing at you, in between the birth, death and rebirth in accordance with the sun? Did you notice the flowers pull in their petals as they shyed from your step? Take notice to the music and laughter around you at the mad tea party, take great care with the feelings floating about the air, vulnerably buzzing from mind to mind, before their decline and descent to rest their heads. You see, it is here at the great mad tea party, that we do not devoid you of the ability to do as your energy demands, with the issues of time and dress and proper behavior. It is here that we tend to focus on the earth and the breathing of the molecules and atoms  around you, it is here that we go mad. and it is here that I cordially invite you, but before you make your reservation, please eliminate all hesitation. You see the mad tea party is not readily accepted, by the constraints of society and the binds of reality. You see the mad tea party is misconstrued by masses more than just a few. Those who long buried their soul look down on the guests, for they are different than the rest, in that, they're welcoming, into their soul the ability to go mad which is taught to be bad. So before you make your reservation be inexplicably sure, that you are in fact, ready, for the mad tea party.
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slowed and swayed and shyed away like a little lamb unsure whether to nibble from a human hand or not so i(t)… did not
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
the heartbeat
***this is for the Boy who i talked about religion with the one i sat with on the bus in 8th grade the Boy that i had three classes with constantly borrowed your notes you were quiet and very serious a lack of friends and words you listened to old school rap and no one would have expected that i wish i knew more your desk was empty in class today and i sat and felt tears trickle down my face no one asked if i was okay and i could not help but wonder if that is how you felt so alone and misunderstood i wish i asked if you were okay and im sorry i did not im sorry i shyed away***
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
im sorry
I left You cried I returned We died We tried I lied Cut ties We died You climed We shined You shyed We died I left We died.....
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Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 10:43 AM UTC
We Died
it must have been after the shaky hesitation and half naked runs across rooms or after the time I saw all of your skin (all of it) it was after the time your shyed away silent laughing or were we home alone? maybe it was after the time you wished for me in your bed and there I appeared fully dressed and unaware and I have won trophies for sneaking in and out of houses for staying put in your bedroom for spitting toothpaste out of windows and I have won trophies and heavy medals I wear around my neck for my jealousy and attitude and aversion to drinking while stealing your liquor and making you angry so angry and so scary and for making it up to you and for forgiving you when you have done the same and in some point on some squeaky stair I feel in love with fishing poles and the fingers that hold them and with front seat riding and a sudden desire to maybe not be so independent and sometimes when I think about the rapid growth of a flower and a **** and how easily comparable they are to coconut drinks and spoiled rice I wonder if you will get sick of me and my jealousy and my attitude or if after we have shared skin secrets for month upon month I still get nervous when you walk out of bathrooms and at long eye contact and for my constant crying I am not sad but do you still get nervous?
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
I wrote this about us and I cried while I wrote it bc I am so happy
The introduction to poetry class, English 106 at Oregon State is alright. I might have liked one or two of the things we read, but all in all it was just another english class which shyed away from anything that broke traditional form, and only elaborated the folly of existence: a belief that a subjective object could be an objective subject. Oh well, it was a good way to waste away for four summer weeks in hour and 50 minute incriments while i waited for my life to mean something. So i guess that over all i can't complain about it because at least the class and i were both worthless and we could share that together.
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Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC
Something i Shared
I loved you. I needed you. But I shyed away from your rays Yet I saw you without seeing you When I do force my eyes to stare at the goldenness of you your face is unfocused and I am temporarily blinded by the halo. 2 seconds. That is the longest I last in direct line with your light before I revert back to my wallflower state A moss of hair falls into place Always busy doing nothing Your closeness warms me The close proximity makes me shiver too Too hot and too cold at the same time I break into a fever I feel too cold without your presence but my cheeks flame when you are too near I swear my mind is getting muddled all I think about is how I get the perfect balance of the distance between me and you Though you scorch me my mind convinces me I want you near The closer I get the harder it is for me to breathe My heart pounds impossibly fast What is wrong with me?
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Sunshine Fever
A genie came to me in my sleep And asked me what I wanted most in the world In my heartbroken drunken sense, I said "look into my heart and see" "A broken girl with broken dreams", he replayed He said he'd give me the man I need But when you came, you were a wish come true You wore your heart on your sleeve And tucked your insecurities behind your ears to show off your grin "I like you", you shyed Like a little boy confessing his love "Love" was a strong word so your heart chose what it could handle "I like you", your lips curled into themselves, nervously quivering Your arms were extended out to take all of me in It broke my heart I tucked my heart under my matress and danced with my insecurities I could never love someone like you I could never bear to lose someone like you You belonged among the stars. So that anyone could look into you. Your heart, your soul, and your beauty. someone as illustrious and radiant as you should light someone else's skies The genie gave me what I wanted But I see now I don't deserve it He had played the best game of trickery And that was betting your heart on me
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
Kalon
Before you i was shut down Closed off from all emotions I figured if i shyed away No one could hurt me But then you strolled in With your ego and sarcasim I took one look And I was caught My flood gates opened And I re awakened to the world You made me feel again And for that i am so grateful You light up the darkness That threatens to over take me You keep me from falling back Into the hell that is my mind   You give me a reason to smile A reason to get up in the morning Your silly and random Your child like nature matches mine You make me feel safe You make me feel special The passion I feel for you Is something Ive never felt before I love you With every fiber of my being I love you Kaleb, Please always know that
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
My sun