IsabelAyala - Hello Poetry

You are sixteen, fistful of pills a single tear rolls off your cheek on to a meager sheet of paper blotting the ink of a single word, goodbye. what else is there to say? It all feels so simple! Run away easy peasy take the pills and it'll all be over Foolish girl this is only the beginning... Next thing you remember is being strapped down in an ambulance choking on globs of charcoal It's cherry flavored, the paramedic assured me. As if that could disguise the feeling of failure You remember the ringing pounding in your ears, alternating between darkness and the blinding fluorescent lights They scrub you clean from the inside out As if the charcoal could soak up that evil voice inside of you The one that haunts your nightmares and daydreams alike

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

Cherry Charcoal- **(TW: Suicide)

You are sixteen, fistful of pills a single tear rolls off your cheek on to a meager sheet of paper blotting the ink of a single word, goodbye. what else is there to say? It all feels so simple! Run away easy peasy take the pills and it'll all be over Foolish girl this is only the beginning... Next thing you remember is being strapped down in an ambulance choking on globs of charcoal It's cherry flavored, the paramedic assured me. As if that could disguise the feeling of failure You remember the ringing pounding in your ears, alternating between darkness and the blinding fluorescent lights They scrub you clean from the inside out As if the charcoal could soak up that evil voice inside of you The one that haunts your nightmares and daydreams alike

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Estoy perdida en las arrugas de sus sabias manos Manos que cuentan una vida de amor y corazones rotas Ella voltea sus tortillas sin molestarle por sus quemados Entonces cada vez que me siento débil, solo pienso en el poder que fluye entre mis venas Sangre de brujería

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC

Brujeria

Estoy perdida en las arrugas de sus sabias manos Manos que cuentan una vida de amor y corazones rotas Ella voltea sus tortillas sin molestarle por sus quemados Entonces cada vez que me siento débil, solo pienso en el poder que fluye entre mis venas Sangre de brujería

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To be young and dumb Wandering without destination, The night is in full swing Blank sky, smothered by the warm lights of the city We stumble upon a tiny convenience store at the corner of realidad y sueños A seemingly ordinary site now stands out as a beacon of promise on the abandoned street This is what I love about the night. We enter into a jungle of twinkies and boxed wine, paired with the aroma of stale cigarettes I am in awe...

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC

The twilight zone

To be young and dumb Wandering without destination, The night is in full swing Blank sky, smothered by the warm lights of the city We stumble upon a tiny convenience store at the corner of realidad y sueños A seemingly ordinary site now stands out as a beacon of promise on the abandoned street This is what I love about the night. We enter into a jungle of twinkies and boxed wine, paired with the aroma of stale cigarettes I am in awe...

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A ****** of crows Rest in the green of the cemetery, Illuminated in golden light We tiptoe on sacred ground, above disintegrating bones Enacting scenes of love, joy, and sadness as if to honor the lives gone by

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC

A dreaded sunny day...

A ****** of crows Rest in the green of the cemetery, Illuminated in golden light We tiptoe on sacred ground, above disintegrating bones Enacting scenes of love, joy, and sadness as if to honor the lives gone by

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I am fraying at the seams Small strings dragging along, They stitch me back up with loose stitches, easily undone I take 6 pills a day to fix the hems Sewing by hand in an insurmountable competition against the sewing machine People console me, tell me to never lose hope, it will get better But how do I keep hope alive when I can't even thread the needle

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC

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I am fraying at the seams Small strings dragging along, They stitch me back up with loose stitches, easily undone I take 6 pills a day to fix the hems Sewing by hand in an insurmountable competition against the sewing machine People console me, tell me to never lose hope, it will get better But how do I keep hope alive when I can't even thread the needle

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Gone are grey days, numb days Forgotten words on the tip of your tongue days: love, joy, passion Say goodbye to those white sterile walls and weighted chair days You are nothing but a few small pills in a cup days, DSM your only friend. Because today I lay in the sun and soak up every last ray with gratitude, singing to the birds and earthworms alike, marvel at daffodils and garden weeds. I voraciously pick every last fig from the tree in all varying shades of ripeness letting the bittersweet range of flavors burst in my mouth.

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC

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Gone are grey days, numb days Forgotten words on the tip of your tongue days: love, joy, passion Say goodbye to those white sterile walls and weighted chair days You are nothing but a few small pills in a cup days, DSM your only friend. Because today I lay in the sun and soak up every last ray with gratitude, singing to the birds and earthworms alike, marvel at daffodils and garden weeds. I voraciously pick every last fig from the tree in all varying shades of ripeness letting the bittersweet range of flavors burst in my mouth.

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