"yesh" poems - Hello Poetry

The best burn I've ever felt came from a small reflection tucked away, strong, removed from temptation. Share your selection: perception. Something about this weather makes me sick, and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone, with a body, and nobody, and something to help me forget a few things: less personal. Moving around, faster, each by three. So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire, a page full of **** and forget me please. You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too. Contamination through determination. We're going back in time for the last time, it's the beginning of moving forward. What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious, so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen, inhale: new decisions. Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose, and the ones that go too close avoiding getting ran over, running over, rereading listening listening listening I can hear you listening in the silence you create: thank you! This progress is beating it's way inside of us, the way we beat into each other. Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha I love you, and I'm not going to say it more than I feel it and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming faster than I do on the weekends. Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh rip feathers, wash away the leathers. Last nights reminder sent me shivering shocked. Your voice is changing, there's more than one and you can talk about her as much as you want, 'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the same time, so there's no need for questions, because everything's an answer. Answering yes. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes y e s y eeee sssss ssss ssssss eyy yeeuh yes yesh. I've always liked the shape of a woman, long hair pulled back. It makes sense. Since when? “I just woke up and you're already attacking me, all I want to do is just go to sleep.” you told me when I write, and I proved you wrong. Proved myself wrong. Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace, it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion. Wrongwrongwrong wrungwrungwrung riiiing riiiing riiing- don't answer that!

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Dec 8, 2011

Dec 8, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC

pen-lux

mah holly, white christmas.

The best burn I've ever felt came from a small reflection tucked away, strong, removed from temptation. Share your selection: perception. Something about this weather makes me sick, and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone, with a body, and nobody, and something to help me forget a few things: less personal. Moving around, faster, each by three. So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire, a page full of **** and forget me please. You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too. Contamination through determination. We're going back in time for the last time, it's the beginning of moving forward. What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious, so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen, inhale: new decisions. Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose, and the ones that go too close avoiding getting ran over, running over, rereading listening listening listening I can hear you listening in the silence you create: thank you! This progress is beating it's way inside of us, the way we beat into each other. Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha I love you, and I'm not going to say it more than I feel it and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming faster than I do on the weekends. Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh rip feathers, wash away the leathers. Last nights reminder sent me shivering shocked. Your voice is changing, there's more than one and you can talk about her as much as you want, 'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the same time, so there's no need for questions, because everything's an answer. Answering yes. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes y e s y eeee sssss ssss ssssss eyy yeeuh yes yesh. I've always liked the shape of a woman, long hair pulled back. It makes sense. Since when? “I just woke up and you're already attacking me, all I want to do is just go to sleep.” you told me when I write, and I proved you wrong. Proved myself wrong. Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace, it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion. Wrongwrongwrong wrungwrungwrung riiiing riiiing riiing- don't answer that!

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while shadow boxing sometimes i kept on moving dancing and a prancing just bouncing off the ropes in my imagination and suddenly i caught my opponent shadow off guard standing flat footed so i use the sweet science of boxing with some stiff jabs plus some body shots back up to the head then the overhand right that knocked my shadow out cold yesh ten feet off the ground towards outter space well i just kept on dancing sticking and moving popping the jabs with my gloves weaving in and out quick-lightning hand speed toe-to-toe man-to-man the sweet science inside the boxing ring

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC

stu-harley

The Sweet Science

while shadow boxing sometimes i kept on moving dancing and a prancing just bouncing off the ropes in my imagination and suddenly i caught my opponent shadow off guard standing flat footed so i use the sweet science of boxing with some stiff jabs plus some body shots back up to the head then the overhand right that knocked my shadow out cold yesh ten feet off the ground towards outter space well i just kept on dancing sticking and moving popping the jabs with my gloves weaving in and out quick-lightning hand speed toe-to-toe man-to-man the sweet science inside the boxing ring

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while shadow boxing sometimes i kept on moving dancing and a prancing just bouncing off the ropes in my imagination and suddenly i caught my opponent shadow off guard standing flat footed so i use the sweet science of boxing with some stiff jabs plus some body shots back up to the head then the overhand right that knocked my shadow out cold yesh ten feet off the ground towards outter space well i just kept on dancing sticking and moving popping the left jabs with my red gloves weaving in and out quick-lightning hand speed toe-to-toe man-to-man the sweet science inside the boxing ring

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC

stu-harley

The Sweet Science

while shadow boxing sometimes i kept on moving dancing and a prancing just bouncing off the ropes in my imagination and suddenly i caught my opponent shadow off guard standing flat footed so i use the sweet science of boxing with some stiff jabs plus some body shots back up to the head then the overhand right that knocked my shadow out cold yesh ten feet off the ground towards outter space well i just kept on dancing sticking and moving popping the left jabs with my red gloves weaving in and out quick-lightning hand speed toe-to-toe man-to-man the sweet science inside the boxing ring

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I listen to it and in love I fall. The White, The Blue, The Purple, The crazy person in my head Listens to it nonstop Whilst I get a frecking heart attack. Whilst this deals with epiphenomenalism, I try to figure out what I am And where I came from. But I figured I CAN'T, AND why? 'HeRe'S why: PoEtRy'. Love your Poems, Want to meet YOU, Dear Duffy.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC

abysmal-1

Ma she yesh, yesh, we ma ein, ein

I listen to it and in love I fall. The White, The Blue, The Purple, The crazy person in my head Listens to it nonstop Whilst I get a frecking heart attack. Whilst this deals with epiphenomenalism, I try to figure out what I am And where I came from. But I figured I CAN'T, AND why? 'HeRe'S why: PoEtRy'. Love your Poems, Want to meet YOU, Dear Duffy.

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