"tagless" poems - Hello Poetry

forgot i was able forgoe the sugar cane horse towed them over the edge coarse hair coerced into the trap willing and able are you able? are you billing me? is this thrilling? have we been feeling the same? come over here something else over there i'm forgetful i'm a disgrace to the top upper crust societors upper cut so much science tons of honor tons more scholarly journals hurtled over the canyon wall carried by the wind to those unlistening wishing they could hear you sifting thorugh the river for rocks to deliver you giver of too many stories we already know tore off all of our clothes promised tonight would be different than so many others i laughed at others i couldn't have summer is ours to be somewhat more into fear someone to hold you dear come one come all to hear believer of something more deliverer of sudden storms of folk tail magic token now open your eyes to your own faults now look to the sky and know the hawks are staring down with hungry eyes they're bearing down they see you in the crowd falling allover selfish rags hagship tailors flag waving tagless sleeve cutters closing shutters in your mechanism exposed to low level flash bulbs just enough to imprint the entire night into something more we would never remember if not for your loose grip where you fell to the floor and saved another for the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC

m-seifert-m

vengeful choir

forgot i was able forgoe the sugar cane horse towed them over the edge coarse hair coerced into the trap willing and able are you able? are you billing me? is this thrilling? have we been feeling the same? come over here something else over there i'm forgetful i'm a disgrace to the top upper crust societors upper cut so much science tons of honor tons more scholarly journals hurtled over the canyon wall carried by the wind to those unlistening wishing they could hear you sifting thorugh the river for rocks to deliver you giver of too many stories we already know tore off all of our clothes promised tonight would be different than so many others i laughed at others i couldn't have summer is ours to be somewhat more into fear someone to hold you dear come one come all to hear believer of something more deliverer of sudden storms of folk tail magic token now open your eyes to your own faults now look to the sky and know the hawks are staring down with hungry eyes they're bearing down they see you in the crowd falling allover selfish rags hagship tailors flag waving tagless sleeve cutters closing shutters in your mechanism exposed to low level flash bulbs just enough to imprint the entire night into something more we would never remember if not for your loose grip where you fell to the floor and saved another for the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip

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Tonight I had a dream, a dream of dread and loss. Everyone on their places, everyone on their roles. The homeless Fox, the maneless Lion, and the tagless Dog. Everyone's there, everyone but me. I'm the nameless animal, all pity and praise on him. See me as I laugh, see me as I cry. As I have all of them as guests in my mind.

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC

DiegoS

Untitled

Tonight I had a dream, a dream of dread and loss. Everyone on their places, everyone on their roles. The homeless Fox, the maneless Lion, and the tagless Dog. Everyone's there, everyone but me. I'm the nameless animal, all pity and praise on him. See me as I laugh, see me as I cry. As I have all of them as guests in my mind.

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they have become so nothing that they are everything. I hate myself for liking the stubble that inflames my skin I hate myself for caring so much about being hurt by them, for wanting to show them how bright my blood is when they turn me inside out and my veins show like the splitting seams of a shirt, tagless for more breathing room. men are of no importance to me so much that they have become everything. I wait to fall asleep in the ocean spilling from their bodies because I always have this desire to drown where another girl did not want to. I learned there is no god, just love addicts and the vulnerable who piece together memories out of salt. all bodies are made of salt. water, *** I want to care so little that I love the thought of men breaking me open like a clam that dies when they take the pearl out.

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC

sarina

bodies of water

they have become so nothing that they are everything. I hate myself for liking the stubble that inflames my skin I hate myself for caring so much about being hurt by them, for wanting to show them how bright my blood is when they turn me inside out and my veins show like the splitting seams of a shirt, tagless for more breathing room. men are of no importance to me so much that they have become everything. I wait to fall asleep in the ocean spilling from their bodies because I always have this desire to drown where another girl did not want to. I learned there is no god, just love addicts and the vulnerable who piece together memories out of salt. all bodies are made of salt. water, *** I want to care so little that I love the thought of men breaking me open like a clam that dies when they take the pearl out.

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