"syrum" poems - Hello Poetry

I feel like i tell you too much i tell you everything your voice hits me like truth syrum my words fly past my teeth fall over my lips and into your ears i dont know if this kind of truth scares you somethings im sure i should keep it to myself of corse i wouldnt be lying to you but my secrets could stay mine and my thoughts be my own im sure i will freak you out when you see how crazy i am my thoughts sound crazy they bounce from here to there about this and that about nothing and something things that havent or will not even happen what-ifs and scenarios that are unrealistic the truth about how i feel about you i like you too much your **** cute, sweet i like you too much you will think im obbsessed or something truthfully i probably am the way you feel they way you look at me the lines you get around your mouth and eyes when you smile gah

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Oct 16, 2012

Oct 16, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC

lauren-9

i like you

I feel like i tell you too much i tell you everything your voice hits me like truth syrum my words fly past my teeth fall over my lips and into your ears i dont know if this kind of truth scares you somethings im sure i should keep it to myself of corse i wouldnt be lying to you but my secrets could stay mine and my thoughts be my own im sure i will freak you out when you see how crazy i am my thoughts sound crazy they bounce from here to there about this and that about nothing and something things that havent or will not even happen what-ifs and scenarios that are unrealistic the truth about how i feel about you i like you too much your **** cute, sweet i like you too much you will think im obbsessed or something truthfully i probably am the way you feel they way you look at me the lines you get around your mouth and eyes when you smile gah

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Whispered at night, a rapidly tumbling neon triangle stuck between decibles. Thunder drums in fields, the fairy statues on my mother's nightstand. And in the palmy middle, quicksand. Knot at my neck; laughs are pulled from me like petals. Have I loved you, Have I not? [Walking through town at night] is like starring in a silent film. Every passerby pantomim ing for coin, for dope, for a grimy existence adjacent to the rest of the country. (Aged pinup scotch taped to a red chest of rusted drawers. Dead lady, though she remembers model T's and powder blue bathtubs.) I have been crying more everyday, draining evergreen and salt-serum. Knew it from the future, being hard to watch it go. Slowly my body rots from under me, but for now its still keeping time, still sees shadows of the people I claim to know.

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Aug 6, 2015

Aug 6, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC

Mote

Syrum

Whispered at night, a rapidly tumbling neon triangle stuck between decibles. Thunder drums in fields, the fairy statues on my mother's nightstand. And in the palmy middle, quicksand. Knot at my neck; laughs are pulled from me like petals. Have I loved you, Have I not? [Walking through town at night] is like starring in a silent film. Every passerby pantomim ing for coin, for dope, for a grimy existence adjacent to the rest of the country. (Aged pinup scotch taped to a red chest of rusted drawers. Dead lady, though she remembers model T's and powder blue bathtubs.) I have been crying more everyday, draining evergreen and salt-serum. Knew it from the future, being hard to watch it go. Slowly my body rots from under me, but for now its still keeping time, still sees shadows of the people I claim to know.

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Peeling back my layers, effortlessly. Exposing deeper thoughts, things I do not normally, share. Like you’ve injected my veins, with a magic syrum. One that makes me tell you all, blessing, or disease? Your eyes look into me, pulling the deepest waters to shore. I find myself, walking this tightrope of emotion. I warn myself, “Don't look down.” Never would I want to tumble, to my death, in that raging sea of love.

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Dec 12, 2011

Dec 12, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC

gabrielle-diaz

Proceed with Caution

Peeling back my layers, effortlessly. Exposing deeper thoughts, things I do not normally, share. Like you’ve injected my veins, with a magic syrum. One that makes me tell you all, blessing, or disease? Your eyes look into me, pulling the deepest waters to shore. I find myself, walking this tightrope of emotion. I warn myself, “Don't look down.” Never would I want to tumble, to my death, in that raging sea of love.

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