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My Nick name: Lidi
My Birth name: Lydia

I edit my writing as I'm posting it usually haha!

“Always be a poet, even in prose.”
― Charles Baudelaire

"My faith rests not in what I am, or shall be, or feel, or know, but in what Christ is, in what He has done, and in what He is doing for me."
Charles Spurgeon

my only other account on here is called Sequestered Soul
Here is the link:
www.hellopoetry.com/10W/
My Nick name: Lidi
My Birth name: Lydia

I edit my writing as I'm posting it usually haha!

“Always be a poet, even in prose.”
― Charles Baudelaire

"My faith rests not in what I am, or shall be, or feel, or know, but in what Christ is, in what He has done, and in what He is doing for me."
Charles Spurgeon

my only other account on here is called Sequestered Soul
Here is the link:
www.hellopoetry.com/10W/
Twilight Zone
Twilight Zone
7 minutes ago

I sat on his drum cross legged
feeling like I was inside a venus fly trap.
I was falling through in slow motion.
I pulled on the drum's braces with
my teeth clicking thinking its forever.
He broke off 2 of my ribs while telling
me how much he loved me spiritually.
He stood above me in concentration
with my ribs in his hands with his eyes
on the knives that he left on the floor.
After that my ribs in his hands danced
gracefully up and down my back in
a lullabye where I almost fell asleep
but my blood splatter into his eyes.
I hugged my lungs as if they were
luggage as I waited to go to heaven.
Then his hands slapped my back
repetitively
as if it were an ocean and he was
afraid of his emotions too much.
This was his first time molesting
anyone he thought and it shows.
He said to me this is what happens
to stalkers, they get a concert.

  39m  Twilight Zone
Thomas A Robinson
Thomas A Robinson
Dec 30, 2015

Poems are the MRI's of the soul .

#mri  
  1h  Twilight Zone
Thomas A Robinson

Used to build great towers of nothing .

#tags   #separated   #by   #spaces  
Twilight Zone
Twilight Zone
2 hours ago

The day I almost became
a feminist I preached to
a congregation of my dolls
and stuffed animals from
a cardboard box with a Bible
that I hardly ever read
after seeing my brother's club
in the basement where
they recordered their sermons.

The day I almost became
a feminist I lead a choir of
my stuffed animals and dolls
to sing but they were in
too much shock so I forgave
them anyway after seeing the
music director at the front of
the church shaking hands with
voices ,pianos and the organ.

I beat up a boy even though
I was smaller than him
for trying to kiss me on the
swing but I also kissed a boy
on the cheek behind the
house in the dark who didn't
care about me after seeing too
many movies by the three stooges.

I ran through the pasture
barefoot to go find my brother's
tree house where I conquered
their draw bridge but they
still wouldn't let me join
anyway even though I let them
be at my tea party after that I
chased cows to loose my sorrow.

So I found out all I really
wanted was a sister after
reading an old fashioned girl
but I had a Mother who
stayed at home instead.

  6h  Twilight Zone
Petal
Petal
1 day ago

I was in the cemetery again, this noon
Dandelion graves and lost stones
Dwelling atop a hidden hill
Deep within the pines
Not my cemetery
Not ancient
I laid
Upon a certain grave
It had my name
Amanda
One of only two stones with
Still visible words
Unwashed by
Time
She was only 17, passing
Married, buried
With child
Baby
A long lost to time
Child bride
Of the
1800's
For her to be in that particular cemetery
She had to be a soldiers wife
Confederate, rebel
I mourned her
The stone residing next to hers
was worn by wind and time
A dandelion grave
~A

Cemeteries are a morbid habit of mine. The particular cemetary I speak of here, is called Boot Hill. A civil war cemetery. Amanda's grave was one of very few female graves I've found in war graveyards. Her stone said,"With her child." And indeed, as early as it is in this season, that cemetery was covered with dandelions.
  16h  Twilight Zone
Thomas A Robinson
Thomas A Robinson
17 hours ago

I crossed the bridge
of my rebellion
only to find the truth
implanted firmly
on the other side
The stars laugh
at my audacity
"We've seen your kind before .
Their bones lie in the holes
of forsaken eternity"

I cry out to proclaim
"Even the stars
will have a judgement day .
You burn brightly now but
In the end you will have to pay ."

Nothing lasts forever
Not the stars nor
even this universe
Even the blackness
of outer space
has it's time marked down
as to a final resting place

So as for me I crossed my bridge
I have nothing more to say
I stand here and I'm trembling
Frightened and excited
of what the will
will be

#bridge  

My sunset is just a memory away
A faded thought of light to say

I find I've lost
at such a cost

With the seconds in thought
By the minute
I have to pay

The hours were dull
The days the same

The years flew bye
To my dreadful shame

I love to embrace
the final light

But my home is in
the calm of night

Watching the final rays of light disappear
#night   #light   #embrace   #sunset  
 
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