"slackjawed" poems - Hello Poetry

you are the heckler in the crowd trying to rip out the rug from beneath my toes silent was the treatment firm was my resolve indifference between books, tables, & legs. it lasted until the viewing party preening, fresh dye, a new luster to your slick, sheared visage you smile & draw a little bit of blood it comingles with your own hot & thick, (they await with baited breath the proper demise of union that never was) & slackjawed, wide eyed, resolve dis- solved I set you on a pedestal again

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC

puremourning

mechanical pencil

you are the heckler in the crowd trying to rip out the rug from beneath my toes silent was the treatment firm was my resolve indifference between books, tables, & legs. it lasted until the viewing party preening, fresh dye, a new luster to your slick, sheared visage you smile & draw a little bit of blood it comingles with your own hot & thick, (they await with baited breath the proper demise of union that never was) & slackjawed, wide eyed, resolve dis- solved I set you on a pedestal again

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i thought for a long time long enough to hear the ocean being swallowed by all the salt long enough to hear the earth speak in its original dialect; drawl'd, drawn out patient as molasses. i thought long enough that i could hear every sound ever made. Dead sounds decayed as cicada shells even the ones in the forest no one was around to hear. And i thought it sounded like a fire alarm in some basement down the street. i thought for a long time with my eyes shut i thought for a long time with a power drill pressed against my neck i thought for such a long time my insides dried out decomposed and fermented my blood into gas trapped in fleshy canvas. My corpse was a blimp now and i thought about having nothing in my head. and then i was weightless. my dead self floating into space like a christian wet dream all i saw was objects objectively getting smaller like collectibles over years And all i could think was How does carbon taste? and I could see the world as objects standing next to other objects standing next to nothing unless there's an object. Like something that exists and that's it. And that's that. i thought for a long time slackjawed with carbon stains on my teeth thinking without thinking about meaning without meaning writing down a dream and throwing it under a bus before you read it. being without meaning is not the same as meaningless how pointless a meaning feels until you name it. So i wrote down everything i could think of that meant nothing to me straight down like a list and I called it a poem. And suddenly i didn't have to think anymore.

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Jan 9, 2012

Jan 9, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC

natty-morrison

Untitled

i thought for a long time long enough to hear the ocean being swallowed by all the salt long enough to hear the earth speak in its original dialect; drawl'd, drawn out patient as molasses. i thought long enough that i could hear every sound ever made. Dead sounds decayed as cicada shells even the ones in the forest no one was around to hear. And i thought it sounded like a fire alarm in some basement down the street. i thought for a long time with my eyes shut i thought for a long time with a power drill pressed against my neck i thought for such a long time my insides dried out decomposed and fermented my blood into gas trapped in fleshy canvas. My corpse was a blimp now and i thought about having nothing in my head. and then i was weightless. my dead self floating into space like a christian wet dream all i saw was objects objectively getting smaller like collectibles over years And all i could think was How does carbon taste? and I could see the world as objects standing next to other objects standing next to nothing unless there's an object. Like something that exists and that's it. And that's that. i thought for a long time slackjawed with carbon stains on my teeth thinking without thinking about meaning without meaning writing down a dream and throwing it under a bus before you read it. being without meaning is not the same as meaningless how pointless a meaning feels until you name it. So i wrote down everything i could think of that meant nothing to me straight down like a list and I called it a poem. And suddenly i didn't have to think anymore.

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A race of people whose bones tolled like bells when the traveler shed bliss upon their world early each solar cycle. I watched them with slackjawed edge from my little corner of universe with unholy, godly rhetoric. Through my scope of foresight I saw their futile attempts at peace, love, war, and all things human. Warm illusions of grandeur filled their view oftentimes as I stretched my ancient tendons. I blew staunch breezes and razing storms that shook a world to the core with reckless abandon. And they returned to me, nothing more than fizzled essence. Honeyed words, broken culture, and finally, wasted life itself. With what is yours, do what you fancy. But forget not what is fiction, and what is firm.

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC

felwinter

Planetside

A race of people whose bones tolled like bells when the traveler shed bliss upon their world early each solar cycle. I watched them with slackjawed edge from my little corner of universe with unholy, godly rhetoric. Through my scope of foresight I saw their futile attempts at peace, love, war, and all things human. Warm illusions of grandeur filled their view oftentimes as I stretched my ancient tendons. I blew staunch breezes and razing storms that shook a world to the core with reckless abandon. And they returned to me, nothing more than fizzled essence. Honeyed words, broken culture, and finally, wasted life itself. With what is yours, do what you fancy. But forget not what is fiction, and what is firm.

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While out on a walk with a seer, The maid froze while on the first mile. "This is not a good place to remember," She said with a nervous smile. ~ A fearsome crack A cry of wrath A bright red droplet on the path ~ "This is not a safe place to be stepping," The maid said, with a frightened glance. "We had better run home and regroup, friend; We shouldn't leave this to chance." ~ A cheshire grin A shatt'ring cry A nightmare socket with a bloodshot eye ~ "Now, now, dear seer!" I told her. "Calm yourself, you seem so distressed! Retreating would be a failure indeed, To press onward would surely be best." ~ A vicious slice A gushing flood A vital veinage, sweet lifeblood ~ I quelled her fears and she followed, Despite her persistent doubt. "Honestly," I softly muttered "There's nothing to be frightened about." ~ A lifeless maid A slackjawed bride A headless creature with arms splayed wide ~ We travelled deeper and deeper Through the path into the dark wood We travelled so far, that if we were to shout No creature would come if they could. ~ A loneliness A fading light A blackness like the dead of night ~ Here we stopped. "I need a rest," I said to her. She acquiesced. She turned around. Such woe betide. And so that foolish seer died. With all her gifts She could not see That I was her true enemy. My knife did slash. And she did wail. I grinned a grin. I watched her flail. I watched her fall Down to the ground. She made a scream, Melodious sound! My work was done. Her head was gone. In mine her song Sung on and on. I turned and left That empty glade, Where no one was Except the maid.

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC

Seadrin

The Maid

While out on a walk with a seer, The maid froze while on the first mile. "This is not a good place to remember," She said with a nervous smile. ~ A fearsome crack A cry of wrath A bright red droplet on the path ~ "This is not a safe place to be stepping," The maid said, with a frightened glance. "We had better run home and regroup, friend; We shouldn't leave this to chance." ~ A cheshire grin A shatt'ring cry A nightmare socket with a bloodshot eye ~ "Now, now, dear seer!" I told her. "Calm yourself, you seem so distressed! Retreating would be a failure indeed, To press onward would surely be best." ~ A vicious slice A gushing flood A vital veinage, sweet lifeblood ~ I quelled her fears and she followed, Despite her persistent doubt. "Honestly," I softly muttered "There's nothing to be frightened about." ~ A lifeless maid A slackjawed bride A headless creature with arms splayed wide ~ We travelled deeper and deeper Through the path into the dark wood We travelled so far, that if we were to shout No creature would come if they could. ~ A loneliness A fading light A blackness like the dead of night ~ Here we stopped. "I need a rest," I said to her. She acquiesced. She turned around. Such woe betide. And so that foolish seer died. With all her gifts She could not see That I was her true enemy. My knife did slash. And she did wail. I grinned a grin. I watched her flail. I watched her fall Down to the ground. She made a scream, Melodious sound! My work was done. Her head was gone. In mine her song Sung on and on. I turned and left That empty glade, Where no one was Except the maid.

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