Hunter1101 - Hello Poetry

Cries fill the air of the small town around me, echoing like screeching of bats in a dark cave The fire crackles off in the distance, it’s flames engulfing the bodies that once walked this town in a joyful manner The sounds of laughing children now replaced with the screaming of the dead All I see are the deceased that litter the street, the preachers that say the heavenly prayers to lift them to the paradise above In this home of mine that keeps me secure from the sickness that plagues the world I see my friend He wears the face of a bird and a black cloak around his frail body he tells me, ‘Do not be afraid of the roses that have taken their color and veiled it over your skin, for they decorate your pale complexion. Do not fear the darkness around your fingertips, for they have touched only souls of those you’ve tried to help. The rotting of your flesh is only the evil washing away so you may see the Lord when your sickness dies. Do not fear the man in black, his skin white and so thin a slice from a feather could open the flesh and release the crimson wine from under the pale sheet of white. He is here to take you away from this world and into the next, where the sky is blue all day. Sickness does not plague the world and you may run around freely, hear the stories of your ancestors and see your past. For not only does that man with the pale skin wear the color of the darkness but the light wings of Heaven.’ The weeping of my mother when the man tells her of my health can be heard from the thin walls, and as I lay my head down to rest I look up at the crumbling ceiling and see the light I was promised. Red and orange flicker across my body as I stand and watch, the man with the pale skin and dark clothing standing next to me, holding my hand with his cold yet soothing ones. Looking at my burning body, the smell of rotting and charcoaled flesh buried deep with the sent of purple Poesies that I once held in my pockets as a child to bring home to mother. One final tear falls before I am taking away from the sight, I am told no more sadness and no more worry will come my way, My feet leave the ground and I am carried to the home I was promised to I am home and away from the sickness that had taken my last breath I am home where I walk among the dead and away from living

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC

Living with Death

Cries fill the air of the small town around me, echoing like screeching of bats in a dark cave The fire crackles off in the distance, it’s flames engulfing the bodies that once walked this town in a joyful manner The sounds of laughing children now replaced with the screaming of the dead All I see are the deceased that litter the street, the preachers that say the heavenly prayers to lift them to the paradise above In this home of mine that keeps me secure from the sickness that plagues the world I see my friend He wears the face of a bird and a black cloak around his frail body he tells me, ‘Do not be afraid of the roses that have taken their color and veiled it over your skin, for they decorate your pale complexion. Do not fear the darkness around your fingertips, for they have touched only souls of those you’ve tried to help. The rotting of your flesh is only the evil washing away so you may see the Lord when your sickness dies. Do not fear the man in black, his skin white and so thin a slice from a feather could open the flesh and release the crimson wine from under the pale sheet of white. He is here to take you away from this world and into the next, where the sky is blue all day. Sickness does not plague the world and you may run around freely, hear the stories of your ancestors and see your past. For not only does that man with the pale skin wear the color of the darkness but the light wings of Heaven.’ The weeping of my mother when the man tells her of my health can be heard from the thin walls, and as I lay my head down to rest I look up at the crumbling ceiling and see the light I was promised. Red and orange flicker across my body as I stand and watch, the man with the pale skin and dark clothing standing next to me, holding my hand with his cold yet soothing ones. Looking at my burning body, the smell of rotting and charcoaled flesh buried deep with the sent of purple Poesies that I once held in my pockets as a child to bring home to mother. One final tear falls before I am taking away from the sight, I am told no more sadness and no more worry will come my way, My feet leave the ground and I am carried to the home I was promised to I am home and away from the sickness that had taken my last breath I am home where I walk among the dead and away from living

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Do people really care They may love me They may protect me They may feed me They may cloth me But Do they know me Do they understand me Do they want me Do they want to help me So I ask again Do people really care

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC

Do people really care

Do people really care They may love me They may protect me They may feed me They may cloth me But Do they know me Do they understand me Do they want me Do they want to help me So I ask again Do people really care

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Unloved Not wanted Not needed

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC

Feeling

Unloved Not wanted Not needed

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Today, like every other day I'm feeling like a lost girl I feel lost I feel broken I feel alone I feel hopeless I want to feel found I want to feel whole I want to feel love I want to feel hope But I can't because of one thing I'm a lost girl

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC

Feeling like a lost girl

Today, like every other day I'm feeling like a lost girl I feel lost I feel broken I feel alone I feel hopeless I want to feel found I want to feel whole I want to feel love I want to feel hope But I can't because of one thing I'm a lost girl

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They broke me They hurt me They used me Nobody built me back up Nobody fixed my brokenness Nobody helped me Does anyone see my broken heart I guess I understand, nobody can see what's not there

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

A broken heart

They broke me They hurt me They used me Nobody built me back up Nobody fixed my brokenness Nobody helped me Does anyone see my broken heart I guess I understand, nobody can see what's not there

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Don't go for that rope It won't give you hope Don't go for that blade It won't be the same Don't go for that bottle It won't change anything, not even a little Don't do anything that you might regret Just ask for help I'll be there to catch you, no sweat

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

Help

Don't go for that rope It won't give you hope Don't go for that blade It won't be the same Don't go for that bottle It won't change anything, not even a little Don't do anything that you might regret Just ask for help I'll be there to catch you, no sweat

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You say I'm pretty I say what a pity You say I'm smart I say, did you eat something **** You say I'm kind I say are you out of your mind They say I'm weird I say that's quite clear They say I'm ugly I say I'm not a dummy I say I'm ugly, dumb, weird and rude You say I'm pretty, smart, unique and renewed We see different things some good and crude, but we can agree on something that everyone strives for I'm a survivor

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Feb 23, 2018

Feb 23, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC

Survivor

You say I'm pretty I say what a pity You say I'm smart I say, did you eat something **** You say I'm kind I say are you out of your mind They say I'm weird I say that's quite clear They say I'm ugly I say I'm not a dummy I say I'm ugly, dumb, weird and rude You say I'm pretty, smart, unique and renewed We see different things some good and crude, but we can agree on something that everyone strives for I'm a survivor

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A smile fades, broken, scared Joyful eyes are closing no hope of opening again Breaths are hitched, caught in the back of a sore and swollen throat Hands rest by the side, loose and no longer moving Running feet now still, in the air Rosy cheeks now pale, dark in the royalty of purple Pencil next to paper, cold from lack of use Paper crumpled around the splintering wood unable to hold the correct words An ocean of crimson rubies cover the toppled chair Skin pale holding no color or sign of memories Croaking stairs as feet climb to the top A soft breeze by the open window Creaking of a hinge only to be followed by a loud crack Stiffness hung in the air, unable to move A name called 1...2....3 A hand reaching out to hold what they cannot touch Mind racing yet no movement is made Like floodgates during a violent storm of rage eyes open The creaking comes to a stop Wind stops howling soft violent tunes The mind still, lurking and waiting Eyes widen as they move, a burnt wooden desk still pungent yet soothing The chair still in its place, standing near the door Hands grip the soft, soothing texture A sigh, a breath, a welcoming, musical sound to the ear A smile plays on the red lips "Only a dream." It speaks "Only a memory."

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Feb 20, 2018

Feb 20, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC

Once a dream now a memory

A smile fades, broken, scared Joyful eyes are closing no hope of opening again Breaths are hitched, caught in the back of a sore and swollen throat Hands rest by the side, loose and no longer moving Running feet now still, in the air Rosy cheeks now pale, dark in the royalty of purple Pencil next to paper, cold from lack of use Paper crumpled around the splintering wood unable to hold the correct words An ocean of crimson rubies cover the toppled chair Skin pale holding no color or sign of memories Croaking stairs as feet climb to the top A soft breeze by the open window Creaking of a hinge only to be followed by a loud crack Stiffness hung in the air, unable to move A name called 1...2....3 A hand reaching out to hold what they cannot touch Mind racing yet no movement is made Like floodgates during a violent storm of rage eyes open The creaking comes to a stop Wind stops howling soft violent tunes The mind still, lurking and waiting Eyes widen as they move, a burnt wooden desk still pungent yet soothing The chair still in its place, standing near the door Hands grip the soft, soothing texture A sigh, a breath, a welcoming, musical sound to the ear A smile plays on the red lips "Only a dream." It speaks "Only a memory."

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Getting out of bed every morning gets harder Putting on a new face before heading out into the world, seems easier Lying every day is a habit of mine A hobby you might say, but not one to be enjoyed Something like, art, music, writing, cooking, now those are hobbies Keeping a smile every day is getting easier to fake A mask to hide my frown A wall to hide my worry With ever wall that breaks two grow in its place Make-up to cover the shame Baggy clothing to cover the pain Every day I try to be me but, Every day my voice gets buried by my lies Every morning is getting harder to face Putting on a new mask is getting easier

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC

A new

Getting out of bed every morning gets harder Putting on a new face before heading out into the world, seems easier Lying every day is a habit of mine A hobby you might say, but not one to be enjoyed Something like, art, music, writing, cooking, now those are hobbies Keeping a smile every day is getting easier to fake A mask to hide my frown A wall to hide my worry With ever wall that breaks two grow in its place Make-up to cover the shame Baggy clothing to cover the pain Every day I try to be me but, Every day my voice gets buried by my lies Every morning is getting harder to face Putting on a new mask is getting easier

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Words cut deeper than this knife through my skin Words building me up on a pedestal only to knock me down Words healing the wounds only to make them deeper like a child picking a scab, healing before digging, creating a scar that tells of their past. Scars are my trophies I survived with these wounds Battles I have lost, this war I am fighting Every yell, a sword through my already shattered heart Words cut through me deeper and deeper Why do others make me feel this way That no matter what I do I can never be enough for anyone I lie every day, my smile, my thoughts, my actions The only thing that allows me to be myself is my art, the darkness hung in my room, hidden in drawers, thoughts tucked in my mind No matter what I do everyone looks at me scared Of what? What I could do? What I can do? I try every day to be the little girl everyone once knew The one who smiled everyday The one that could cheer everyone up Today my smile is fake I want people to know, but I don’t I deserve everything that has and will happen I deserve my pain, to be alone, to watch everyone breathe as I sink deeper into this ocean of worry, pain, and sadness My hand waits to be held to bring me to the surface, helping me to breathe My lungs burn, burn for love, to be noticed But I know I don’t deserve happiness, love, attention, this home, this bed, this luxury, this life No matter how much I tell myself I will never be enough, I know I am selfish What’s wrong with me, is nothing compared to those kicked from their homes, disowned by family The want to help is strong, but how can I help others when I must help myself first? All I think about is helping others, putting myself at the very bottom of the list Save everyone, myself not included I’m like the new toy that everyone wants at first but when they get bored I’m thrown out and forgotten under the bed with these monsters I’ve got the looks of a human girl, I’ve got the soul Batteries not included My heart is slowly dying, my last breath wasted on asking myself what I did wrong Could I do better? Can I change so that I can be accepted into this life where no matter what I do I’m wrong I dress up, I must want attention I put on sweatpants, I am lazy I feel confident enough to wear shorts that lay on my thighs, I’m a **** I cover up my body, something must be hidden They say you’re beautiful no matter what, only to say you are anything but I’m trapped in my own skin, screaming for help as my mind and heart pull away Scars on my skin are all I have left to show my pain, too numb to speak My tears dried up My words stuck in my throat Thoughts on paper Pictures, on my skin Once pure, now suffocating by screaming demons, dragging me to my personal hell I have no Angel to save me, no savior I push everyone away so they cannot see my horrid mind Fear, life, nightmares Afraid of my demons That they’re dragged down with me for those who stay Terrified that demons will be awaken I cannot let others suffer to save me Images of the once joyful faces, frown at the thought of being happy No one should want to feel pain because they have gone numb The ones I love shouldn’t go through what I have done Only voices that beat me down are my own And yet I stand I need to show that I can be strong in these times I will hold myself up Though I have lost battles I will win the war I gave into my demons but I am pulling myself up from my burning desires Finally able to breathe I can see my future I see I can be happy My scars are just a chapter I’m still writing this story My head held high Only I can control what is to come next I will fight for others I will pick up those who have fallen I am only human I will fall, break, bleed, fall apart I will have my bad days and I will have my good I will fight I will win I am only human

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

Being Human

Words cut deeper than this knife through my skin Words building me up on a pedestal only to knock me down Words healing the wounds only to make them deeper like a child picking a scab, healing before digging, creating a scar that tells of their past. Scars are my trophies I survived with these wounds Battles I have lost, this war I am fighting Every yell, a sword through my already shattered heart Words cut through me deeper and deeper Why do others make me feel this way That no matter what I do I can never be enough for anyone I lie every day, my smile, my thoughts, my actions The only thing that allows me to be myself is my art, the darkness hung in my room, hidden in drawers, thoughts tucked in my mind No matter what I do everyone looks at me scared Of what? What I could do? What I can do? I try every day to be the little girl everyone once knew The one who smiled everyday The one that could cheer everyone up Today my smile is fake I want people to know, but I don’t I deserve everything that has and will happen I deserve my pain, to be alone, to watch everyone breathe as I sink deeper into this ocean of worry, pain, and sadness My hand waits to be held to bring me to the surface, helping me to breathe My lungs burn, burn for love, to be noticed But I know I don’t deserve happiness, love, attention, this home, this bed, this luxury, this life No matter how much I tell myself I will never be enough, I know I am selfish What’s wrong with me, is nothing compared to those kicked from their homes, disowned by family The want to help is strong, but how can I help others when I must help myself first? All I think about is helping others, putting myself at the very bottom of the list Save everyone, myself not included I’m like the new toy that everyone wants at first but when they get bored I’m thrown out and forgotten under the bed with these monsters I’ve got the looks of a human girl, I’ve got the soul Batteries not included My heart is slowly dying, my last breath wasted on asking myself what I did wrong Could I do better? Can I change so that I can be accepted into this life where no matter what I do I’m wrong I dress up, I must want attention I put on sweatpants, I am lazy I feel confident enough to wear shorts that lay on my thighs, I’m a **** I cover up my body, something must be hidden They say you’re beautiful no matter what, only to say you are anything but I’m trapped in my own skin, screaming for help as my mind and heart pull away Scars on my skin are all I have left to show my pain, too numb to speak My tears dried up My words stuck in my throat Thoughts on paper Pictures, on my skin Once pure, now suffocating by screaming demons, dragging me to my personal hell I have no Angel to save me, no savior I push everyone away so they cannot see my horrid mind Fear, life, nightmares Afraid of my demons That they’re dragged down with me for those who stay Terrified that demons will be awaken I cannot let others suffer to save me Images of the once joyful faces, frown at the thought of being happy No one should want to feel pain because they have gone numb The ones I love shouldn’t go through what I have done Only voices that beat me down are my own And yet I stand I need to show that I can be strong in these times I will hold myself up Though I have lost battles I will win the war I gave into my demons but I am pulling myself up from my burning desires Finally able to breathe I can see my future I see I can be happy My scars are just a chapter I’m still writing this story My head held high Only I can control what is to come next I will fight for others I will pick up those who have fallen I am only human I will fall, break, bleed, fall apart I will have my bad days and I will have my good I will fight I will win I am only human

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