BrokenLilac - Hello Poetry

skipping stone smooth, flat the darkest tone of grey one skip two skip three the water ripples at the touch of stone like cold lips touching for the first time seemingly sliding over the liquid mirror reflecting the ever slowing stone splash! A unexpected crash sinking, falling through the cold water darkness in the depths coming to rest on a bed of stones cold, wet, lost to the world at the bottom of a lake.

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Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC

The lake

skipping stone smooth, flat the darkest tone of grey one skip two skip three the water ripples at the touch of stone like cold lips touching for the first time seemingly sliding over the liquid mirror reflecting the ever slowing stone splash! A unexpected crash sinking, falling through the cold water darkness in the depths coming to rest on a bed of stones cold, wet, lost to the world at the bottom of a lake.

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The square keep inside or be cast aside your now afloat on lost tides for daring to seek outside the weak minds of people trapped inside a box of the majority. Fighting for a voice amongst the singular "bah" of all the sheep. A new view a different crew, opinions changed looking out for yourself instead being another parrot on the shelf. We looked outside the box only to be thrown away like rocks fit the the four walls or don't fit at all a world with so much potential yet we cant stop fighting and destroying each other and mother nature maybe we need to have a look at the view outside The square

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Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC

In the square, Trapped

The square keep inside or be cast aside your now afloat on lost tides for daring to seek outside the weak minds of people trapped inside a box of the majority. Fighting for a voice amongst the singular "bah" of all the sheep. A new view a different crew, opinions changed looking out for yourself instead being another parrot on the shelf. We looked outside the box only to be thrown away like rocks fit the the four walls or don't fit at all a world with so much potential yet we cant stop fighting and destroying each other and mother nature maybe we need to have a look at the view outside The square

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Flickering lights, an unusual fright Sitting alone Scrolling through my phone A curtain shifts in the moonlight A door creaks closed, a breath of wind I suppose Window left open, I'll go close Wham! the door slams open seemingly on its own Shattering lights, pitch black A scream so loud, my mind about to crack I scamper for a door, futile in my attempt to escape Black eyes impossibly stand out in a already black house Fear holds me from releasing a tear A dark figure, claws twisted, rippling muscle pure white teeth glistening Run screams my mind, legs a failing One step, two steps, three Looming above me a crooked smile forms on rotten lips It has me in its grip Open my eyes, heart rate raised I feel completely dazed A nightmare of the crazed

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC

Nightmare

Flickering lights, an unusual fright Sitting alone Scrolling through my phone A curtain shifts in the moonlight A door creaks closed, a breath of wind I suppose Window left open, I'll go close Wham! the door slams open seemingly on its own Shattering lights, pitch black A scream so loud, my mind about to crack I scamper for a door, futile in my attempt to escape Black eyes impossibly stand out in a already black house Fear holds me from releasing a tear A dark figure, claws twisted, rippling muscle pure white teeth glistening Run screams my mind, legs a failing One step, two steps, three Looming above me a crooked smile forms on rotten lips It has me in its grip Open my eyes, heart rate raised I feel completely dazed A nightmare of the crazed

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I miss... The stroke of soft finger tips The buzz from touching lips Like lightning in a jar I miss the hairs in my car I long to find a soul again Break free of all my chains Not a moment forgotten Memory's weave like Egyptian cotton Hairs stand, soldiers on a neck I've become a ship wreck Love left me bearing all I will fight to stand tall Time will heal this void My heart far from destroyed Miss her, I do though.

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC

Time will tell

I miss... The stroke of soft finger tips The buzz from touching lips Like lightning in a jar I miss the hairs in my car I long to find a soul again Break free of all my chains Not a moment forgotten Memory's weave like Egyptian cotton Hairs stand, soldiers on a neck I've become a ship wreck Love left me bearing all I will fight to stand tall Time will heal this void My heart far from destroyed Miss her, I do though.

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Morning sun rises, here he comes All night I have waited Waiting for him to wake from his slumber He is old, frail in need of company She left him for a place in the clouds Never a smile only a frown I long to say good day Its lonely on the web Waiting to snare a bug On the silken strands I call home He shuffles his feet along the rug I watch it all high upon the ceiling Wishing for a glance upon my web He never see's me I see him with all eight eyes Mr Mccoy, That's what I call him He makes a cup of tea I stretch a few legs hoping he will notice The kettle boils, steam burns my feet I scuttle to the top as beads form Like raindrops on silver strings His tender eyes peer out glass panes Watching his crop, Old Mr Mccoy Deep lines mark his face, thoughts of her mark his mind Eight legs, no way to hug If only he would see a friend in me A picture of her, a tear shed I spin my web, lowering Closer and closer to his head "Mr Mccoy ill be your friend!" No words can I make to fall on death ears He takes his tea and leaves me be Tomorrow he might look up Ill be ready, waiting on my web.

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC

Waiting on my web

Morning sun rises, here he comes All night I have waited Waiting for him to wake from his slumber He is old, frail in need of company She left him for a place in the clouds Never a smile only a frown I long to say good day Its lonely on the web Waiting to snare a bug On the silken strands I call home He shuffles his feet along the rug I watch it all high upon the ceiling Wishing for a glance upon my web He never see's me I see him with all eight eyes Mr Mccoy, That's what I call him He makes a cup of tea I stretch a few legs hoping he will notice The kettle boils, steam burns my feet I scuttle to the top as beads form Like raindrops on silver strings His tender eyes peer out glass panes Watching his crop, Old Mr Mccoy Deep lines mark his face, thoughts of her mark his mind Eight legs, no way to hug If only he would see a friend in me A picture of her, a tear shed I spin my web, lowering Closer and closer to his head "Mr Mccoy ill be your friend!" No words can I make to fall on death ears He takes his tea and leaves me be Tomorrow he might look up Ill be ready, waiting on my web.

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Blades of deadly green grass Flowing through the mountain pass Cut by streams like flowing glass Icy cold to the touch Reflecting luminous golden rays Gifted from heavens above A modest man tends his cattle Watching closely with one eye The other capturing a picture so sublime A life of duty he would never decline Tree's sway to the breath of the wind Testing the strength of their limbs Birds dance , singing hyms's Flowers stretch their petals high Towards the light so bright All the while a man tends his cattle In a mountain pass Full of beautiful green grass.

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC

Locus Amoenus

Blades of deadly green grass Flowing through the mountain pass Cut by streams like flowing glass Icy cold to the touch Reflecting luminous golden rays Gifted from heavens above A modest man tends his cattle Watching closely with one eye The other capturing a picture so sublime A life of duty he would never decline Tree's sway to the breath of the wind Testing the strength of their limbs Birds dance , singing hyms's Flowers stretch their petals high Towards the light so bright All the while a man tends his cattle In a mountain pass Full of beautiful green grass.

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Flitter flutter up high Wings of art Picasso, inspired Humble butterfly

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC

Butterfly a Haiku

Flitter flutter up high Wings of art Picasso, inspired Humble butterfly

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All day I have stayed sitting in the rays Not stirring or diverting my gaze On the outside a boring, motionless shell Inside though... That is another story I know to well My brain is starting to swell Bigger and BIGGER feeling it might explode! Thought after Thought I am going to implode! A inner struggle, a constant day dream Onlookers walk by unaware of my nightmare Inside my brain I feel the pain.

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC

Motionless

All day I have stayed sitting in the rays Not stirring or diverting my gaze On the outside a boring, motionless shell Inside though... That is another story I know to well My brain is starting to swell Bigger and BIGGER feeling it might explode! Thought after Thought I am going to implode! A inner struggle, a constant day dream Onlookers walk by unaware of my nightmare Inside my brain I feel the pain.

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They called me in to a room unfamiliar air smelling of guilt A vase of roses left to die on the table "take a seat" there voices distant I know why I am here They do not approve of my actions heart pounding "we just want to ask you some questions" I do not have your answers my mind screams out They believe I am guilty of a crime I believe i was helping my melting mind "your test was positive, your actions could hurt someone" They can't understand my actions saved someone No one notice's when your saving yourself One puff to ease my thoughts One puff to them causes death Little do they know it prevented mine Take this pill and that pill, "It will fix you" No thank you doc i'll stick to natures crop Synthetics are safe says the man with a certificate on his wall Corruption is everywhere, lies upon lies I am in trouble for smoking a plant He's a business man for creating addiction I pay a fine for feeling fine for the first time tonight He receives money for causing another to suffer a helpless plight "Are you sorry for what you did?" Can they hear what they just said? I wont apologise for helping myself I wont give in to money and decpetion you have all be led into inception! layer under layer under layer of wrongful perception Stop fighting natural progression Let me be me, I'll let you be you.

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC

No thank's Doc.

They called me in to a room unfamiliar air smelling of guilt A vase of roses left to die on the table "take a seat" there voices distant I know why I am here They do not approve of my actions heart pounding "we just want to ask you some questions" I do not have your answers my mind screams out They believe I am guilty of a crime I believe i was helping my melting mind "your test was positive, your actions could hurt someone" They can't understand my actions saved someone No one notice's when your saving yourself One puff to ease my thoughts One puff to them causes death Little do they know it prevented mine Take this pill and that pill, "It will fix you" No thank you doc i'll stick to natures crop Synthetics are safe says the man with a certificate on his wall Corruption is everywhere, lies upon lies I am in trouble for smoking a plant He's a business man for creating addiction I pay a fine for feeling fine for the first time tonight He receives money for causing another to suffer a helpless plight "Are you sorry for what you did?" Can they hear what they just said? I wont apologise for helping myself I wont give in to money and decpetion you have all be led into inception! layer under layer under layer of wrongful perception Stop fighting natural progression Let me be me, I'll let you be you.

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Bumble bee away A flower full of pollen Buzzing bee flying

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC

Bumble bee

Bumble bee away A flower full of pollen Buzzing bee flying

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