Bath - Hello Poetry

See through the forgotten glass, glowing with the holy colors, its vibrancy laid across the tile floor below, shadows casting the figures of eden all but lost among the setting sun.

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC

Bath

Will I see Heaven ?

See through the forgotten glass, glowing with the holy colors, its vibrancy laid across the tile floor below, shadows casting the figures of eden all but lost among the setting sun.

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i am stuck in a glass box. No I'm not a mime and no I'm not Houdini Though my legs are tied with chains I cannot seem to find the key to Pulling me down behind metal doors and locks snapped shut By my own doing, I am my own victim The walls I’ve built above myself are now a sarcophagus I find comfort in My grave dug deeper than the 6 feet recommendation, The breathing space I have seems only to fill with water The more I push away the help I crave, The more I doubt I will get it. With grave robbers visiting my tomb often I am now use to the feeling of losing parts of myself I will not see again Always being told from a young age to not give my whole heart away But never fully listening The iron gates I’ve built around myself , impenetrable to those wanting to see in. After the numerous moments I’ve wished id kept them shut For those only wanting to take, only give more reason to keep them locked.

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Dec 13, 2018

Dec 13, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC

Bath

from 12 ft below

i am stuck in a glass box. No I'm not a mime and no I'm not Houdini Though my legs are tied with chains I cannot seem to find the key to Pulling me down behind metal doors and locks snapped shut By my own doing, I am my own victim The walls I’ve built above myself are now a sarcophagus I find comfort in My grave dug deeper than the 6 feet recommendation, The breathing space I have seems only to fill with water The more I push away the help I crave, The more I doubt I will get it. With grave robbers visiting my tomb often I am now use to the feeling of losing parts of myself I will not see again Always being told from a young age to not give my whole heart away But never fully listening The iron gates I’ve built around myself , impenetrable to those wanting to see in. After the numerous moments I’ve wished id kept them shut For those only wanting to take, only give more reason to keep them locked.

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My fingertips graze the softly lit sky, ripping through clouds made upon my arrival. For I am a guest of most divinity, chosen by the one who will make me holy. Wings spanning wide at the hips, keep me up through the pink dying backdrop of above. The world below unseen to anyone, unwanted by anyone. My halo is missing, I cannot find it, I cannot see the truth without it. The sky draws dark now, illuminated with friendly regard now visit with intent to seek the unseen. The pale glow from dusk now settles to a sheet of dark. I am here, I am alone, I am holy.

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC

Bath

Angelic

My fingertips graze the softly lit sky, ripping through clouds made upon my arrival. For I am a guest of most divinity, chosen by the one who will make me holy. Wings spanning wide at the hips, keep me up through the pink dying backdrop of above. The world below unseen to anyone, unwanted by anyone. My halo is missing, I cannot find it, I cannot see the truth without it. The sky draws dark now, illuminated with friendly regard now visit with intent to seek the unseen. The pale glow from dusk now settles to a sheet of dark. I am here, I am alone, I am holy.

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Without your arms holding me at night, without your voice lulling me into the darkness i cannot shake the feeling of being nothing more than alone, the vast sky turning its cold back to me, left with only the empty stars to cradle me to sleep.

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Jan 9, 2018

Jan 9, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC

Bath

Maybe the stars get lonely too

Without your arms holding me at night, without your voice lulling me into the darkness i cannot shake the feeling of being nothing more than alone, the vast sky turning its cold back to me, left with only the empty stars to cradle me to sleep.

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