"undrained" poems - Hello Poetry

334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush, Depths of Ruby, undrained, Hid, Lip, for Thee— Play it were a Humming Bird— And just sipped—me—

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Emily Dickinson

All the letters I can write

334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush, Depths of Ruby, undrained, Hid, Lip, for Thee— Play it were a Humming Bird— And just sipped—me—

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Lips dance like raindrops on a car window (set the scene: fog, island, river, rain) the rain the lips dancing towards isolation A lion in a coma missing prey in sweet dreams of undrained blood, skin lacking a pure bite of crooked teeth Wrists snap towards a limb of another body, a separate body moored to a dock - one heart, two sets of teeth - *** sweat, skin, DNA absorbed and merging A beast upon the throne of bronze his claws dig deep through the velvet cushion oh, how much the taxpayers compromised for that you wretched maniac, may you marry rich - if you don’t marry me

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC

renee2g

I think I could love you

Lips dance like raindrops on a car window (set the scene: fog, island, river, rain) the rain the lips dancing towards isolation A lion in a coma missing prey in sweet dreams of undrained blood, skin lacking a pure bite of crooked teeth Wrists snap towards a limb of another body, a separate body moored to a dock - one heart, two sets of teeth - *** sweat, skin, DNA absorbed and merging A beast upon the throne of bronze his claws dig deep through the velvet cushion oh, how much the taxpayers compromised for that you wretched maniac, may you marry rich - if you don’t marry me

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This is how it is, more or less like Ramanujan, Or I don’t know if it’s okay to think like this, Whatever makes you comfortable, stable. I know how it feels to be outside my body When appachi, valyammavan and all others Exist in minor contradictions, but you must Realise that the pictures that run your mind Include things as silly as our car loans. In the slanting late-night musings that you do- Beneath the green and white curtains of my room, I collapse into a cupboard of my little history And you stand as a ghost in absence. Lost. Like a child, like how I used to be. Crying. Have had I told you that you smell like A jewelry shop in brand new air freshener, Just after a midnight Medimix shower Perhaps you could have recognized me- The tiny girl, daughter, lover, and mother, next you. Where did I fail? Probably in the mornings I learned To walk, the years that taught me math lessons, Times father reached me as phone calls, In college as a pair of blue jeans and love poems, While in Chandini Chowk, inside the tiny room- Upstairs home and all the hours before I walked Into the college library with my roommate.

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC

Gaye

Unconsolidated Undrained Relationship

This is how it is, more or less like Ramanujan, Or I don’t know if it’s okay to think like this, Whatever makes you comfortable, stable. I know how it feels to be outside my body When appachi, valyammavan and all others Exist in minor contradictions, but you must Realise that the pictures that run your mind Include things as silly as our car loans. In the slanting late-night musings that you do- Beneath the green and white curtains of my room, I collapse into a cupboard of my little history And you stand as a ghost in absence. Lost. Like a child, like how I used to be. Crying. Have had I told you that you smell like A jewelry shop in brand new air freshener, Just after a midnight Medimix shower Perhaps you could have recognized me- The tiny girl, daughter, lover, and mother, next you. Where did I fail? Probably in the mornings I learned To walk, the years that taught me math lessons, Times father reached me as phone calls, In college as a pair of blue jeans and love poems, While in Chandini Chowk, inside the tiny room- Upstairs home and all the hours before I walked Into the college library with my roommate.

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The quality of mercy is not strained the dregs of cruelty undrained 12W Soul Survivor

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Mercy - 12W

The quality of mercy is not strained the dregs of cruelty undrained 12W Soul Survivor

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Flesh sealing my cold orbs, that remain on fire still at night. Energy yet undrained in the late hour of the night. What are the odds with me being up? What reason is it for me being up? What am i looking for? what am i thinking of? Was it some good deed that has to be done, yet never notice a responsibility to take action? is there any chance for me to go back and recheck or was it too late for me to look for a solution? my eyes then froze open as the sun comes out, thinking about how i even managed to survive the death's time. As i lay down still until 11 am, i asked myself "will my smile forever shine?" I keep swallowing the wretched air of stress and insanity. I keep clinging onto the somber dance of nothing. I keep lacing my own skin with loneliness and punity. I keep holding on the thoughts of everyday, i feel disgusting Forfeit mere beside my bed, i still froze to this dawning haze. I see grey mist in front of my eyes, dismissing the wish of this very last day.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC

destroyingangel

Can't Sleep

Flesh sealing my cold orbs, that remain on fire still at night. Energy yet undrained in the late hour of the night. What are the odds with me being up? What reason is it for me being up? What am i looking for? what am i thinking of? Was it some good deed that has to be done, yet never notice a responsibility to take action? is there any chance for me to go back and recheck or was it too late for me to look for a solution? my eyes then froze open as the sun comes out, thinking about how i even managed to survive the death's time. As i lay down still until 11 am, i asked myself "will my smile forever shine?" I keep swallowing the wretched air of stress and insanity. I keep clinging onto the somber dance of nothing. I keep lacing my own skin with loneliness and punity. I keep holding on the thoughts of everyday, i feel disgusting Forfeit mere beside my bed, i still froze to this dawning haze. I see grey mist in front of my eyes, dismissing the wish of this very last day.

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