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Ivy C Drape Mar 2016
She drank champagne out of a coffee mug

She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day

Her face was naked to the world every day, natural

Her heart was naked to the world too

Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories

Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her

She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her

She danced through time and time danced through her

And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow

When the world penetrated her reality

Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her

Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher

Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away.

Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters

She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger

Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone

Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here

She is in her own golden reality

And the wind blows

                                       her

                                                        a   ­         w    a         y.
posted on my new blog: http://thewindblewheraway.blog.com/2016/03/03/when-the-wind-blows/ ‎
Ivy C Drape Dec 2015
The hospital took his smell away                  
***** him of his humanity        
Stripped him of his identity
White sheets, too clean
If he could he'd take paint &    
Splash it on the walls, on the  
perfect cracks on the ceiling
he'd run down the silent hallways      
impersonating a banshee    
reveling in each breath that he took    
but the plague came & took his breath away
his face blends in with his starchy pillow
the hospital vines are curling up
his legs now & his face is                    
weathering like his Ophelietic bed    
wherein he drowns, never dreaming
They roll him away now                                    
Down the hall                                          
Towards the elevator light;      

He has lost this fight.
Ophelietic (adjective): sweet, innocent, or similar to drowning
Ivy C Drape Dec 2015
Bleeding
softly quietly
Living
silently
no
this Depression
this suffocating blanket
this starless night is just a verse
Life
is the chorus
yes
Depression is real
it hurts
it kills but Life is what wants to be sung out.

so sing
dance
live
like there is no tomorrow
because there may not be
but that tomorrow is worth fighting towards

life is the chorus
''living silently bleeding
bleeding silently living''
--anonymous--
Ivy C Drape Sep 2015
MAD
slathering
slobbering
MAD
jowls hanging
saliva spray
MAD
growls become words
biting at my neck
MAD
MAD dog
MAD dog forcing me in a cage
wait
dad?
is that you?
Ivy C Drape Sep 2015
we have a
wander
& a
wonder
so why
can't we
have a
wunder
?
Ivy C Drape Aug 2015
it hurt
looking at him hurt
it's like everyone around us
was living in fast forward
and we were living in this brilliant moment of clarity
where we were like
'this is it,
this is our life'
looking at everyone else around us rushing around like ants
but still it hurt
because life found our happiness and squeezed it dry
it found the beauty of us and murdered it
slowly
delectably
painstakingly
thoroughly
life murdered **us
Ivy C Drape Aug 2015
There was once a boy next door
I don't see him anymore
He would come over and we'd play with my dolls
He would read me stories and call me his little princess
One day we even made cookies together
He had these marks on his arms
I asked him what they were
His face turned red and he turned around
He said that I would understand when I grew up
Now he never comes to play
I went to his door the other day
And asked his mother why he went away
She just collapsed to the floor and wept
She said that he had left
This world had been too cruel
Heaven had stolen him
And he liked it so much that now he played with angels
I'm all grown up now and I know better
I have the marks on my arms to
And I know that I'll probably see him soon.
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