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Donielle
30/F I fell in love with word play. / Follow me on Instagram @poetree53
Leave for the crows To peck at, Desecrate The body of what once was full And alive with the promise of a happy life. Leave for the birds The seeds of what we tried to grow But you chose To plant a secret garden. Scatter The wreckage of what we built Upon the soil and hope If we try again In time the harvest will thrive.
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Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC
Barren
I wrap myself in your promises As they roll off your tongue like velvet, A cloak that keeps me warm like Your arms that do not lie. Your eyes All the colors of the earth, A tunnel to wonderland where I trip And fumble And stumble my whole way But you're always there to catch me As I fall.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 6:45 PM UTC
Wonderland
Sleep sound, love, And the let myself and the shadows handle the world for the night. I'll keep the blanket straight and the darkness will cater your dreams. I'll trace the constellations on your back and the darkness can give them a place to shine.
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
Lullaby
If my river of thoughts had a sound You would hear the current pulling me, Ripping me down To the bottom of the low I've built myself Under waves where I cant breathe. And no one hears the screams for help Because every gasp for air i take I start to enjoy my lungs filling with water Because I know it will soon be quiet.
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
Floaties
Flowers do not bloom within her. Seeds do not sprout And the only roots she sees are her own, Withering with age and leaving her to find her way alone. This temple sees only weather, Torrential abuse because it doesn't do its job It fails To produce Anything. Nothing. Every passing week is simply another reminder that At the end of the road There will be no semblance of immortality, The end of the road will be just that. The end of her, Her name, Her grief. Gardens bloom around her, But the willow weeps and dries up. She may keep her sleep, But that's all she'll have at the end of the day.
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Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
Harvest Season
Maybe the reason I thought your eyes were a different color Was because they seemed so dark So heavy with worry and sadness. I didn't see the sun shining in your eyes, Didn't realize the grass was gleaming, Bursting like flowers in the summer time. Maybe you just needed a little love to help them grow.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
Harvest
I love you like the sound of the ocean Before I even heard it coming it ripped me off my feet and sent me smiling, Tumbling in a wave and I was full of fear And excitement all at the same time.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
Surf's Up
Noise like static and a never-ending rush of squelching and alarm bells sounding, Insistent on shredding my sanity and tearing the confidence from my core But the warmth you carry with you invites itself into me And makes me whole again.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
AM Radio
There are 3 lights on my ceiling fan, None of which do I turn on for a majority of the time I spend staring at it, I dont mind the darkness anymore. It isn't for the lumination that I find myself engrossed, It's the constance, the momentum that I admire, That sets my head spinning Wishing my only job was to keep going.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
Why My Ceiling Fan is Always Clean
My words swirl like sparklers in the night, Thoughts appearing in a blaze of fire Only to trail away as the cold closes in. And what once dazzled like glitter in the air Is encapsulated in only the memory of something burnt.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
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