Isabella-Rose - Hello Poetry

You take your time to write yourself a muse Upon the brittle branches in the August sky Colours of lilac and violet dance across the sky The sun settling in the distant end of the earth You write the stories of the world you lost The world that could have been upon yours And I write to you in moments of hurried frenzy And blissful fragments of fragility that laid its self across my body The August sky, You take your time to be as such And the bottle of wine across the line of glasses that sat on the dinner table How can one not feel younger in the presence of being loved Of walls that to be brought down from being guarded for one to long of a moment A moment that became a lifetime all the August months ago A cold August it was, to dance around fire embers in the hopes they’d touch your heart and you could be as one in the flames

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Aug 17, 2024

Aug 17, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC

Isabella-Rose

august

You take your time to write yourself a muse Upon the brittle branches in the August sky Colours of lilac and violet dance across the sky The sun settling in the distant end of the earth You write the stories of the world you lost The world that could have been upon yours And I write to you in moments of hurried frenzy And blissful fragments of fragility that laid its self across my body The August sky, You take your time to be as such And the bottle of wine across the line of glasses that sat on the dinner table How can one not feel younger in the presence of being loved Of walls that to be brought down from being guarded for one to long of a moment A moment that became a lifetime all the August months ago A cold August it was, to dance around fire embers in the hopes they’d touch your heart and you could be as one in the flames

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I am drifting away, But in the hopes That the water will take away the redness in my my eyes As I lay underneath Questioning my life And the pain That coats my soul every day Will drown beneath misery; that was only choking on silent broken bottles And all the the thoughts Of cutting my bones And all of the problems in my life Will fade When the final bonds on earth Are broken When we drown underneath The water

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 9:29 PM UTC

Isabella-Rose

drown

I am drifting away, But in the hopes That the water will take away the redness in my my eyes As I lay underneath Questioning my life And the pain That coats my soul every day Will drown beneath misery; that was only choking on silent broken bottles And all the the thoughts Of cutting my bones And all of the problems in my life Will fade When the final bonds on earth Are broken When we drown underneath The water

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I was not born a poet. I was broken into one. Sandoval

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Isabella-Rose

Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

sandoval

Broken

I was not born a poet. I was broken into one. Sandoval

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Your disgusting your whole body your whole mind and everything you became is disgusting; disgusting disgusting disgusting it was no wonder why you had been alone this whole time it had been no wonder why you’re lonely it had been no wonder why people had left you with pity to your name who you were when you loved too much, or loved too little your disgusting because of the stares people gazed from you and the fear you possessed from it your disgusting from the trouble that you had started to get yourself into and the way the bugs started to crawl up and down your skin never leaving, only allowing you to feel insane and the way your fear started to take control of your body as you were no longer able to move you are just disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting

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Dec 10, 2018

Dec 10, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC

Isabella-Rose

Disgusting

Your disgusting your whole body your whole mind and everything you became is disgusting; disgusting disgusting disgusting it was no wonder why you had been alone this whole time it had been no wonder why you’re lonely it had been no wonder why people had left you with pity to your name who you were when you loved too much, or loved too little your disgusting because of the stares people gazed from you and the fear you possessed from it your disgusting from the trouble that you had started to get yourself into and the way the bugs started to crawl up and down your skin never leaving, only allowing you to feel insane and the way your fear started to take control of your body as you were no longer able to move you are just disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting

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This girl I know She is just ... like a book. Her cover is so beautiful And yet ... forever changing looks. But this girl's beauty Is unlike any that you've seen. It really comes from all those pages Those pages in between. Each page tells a story Some of sorrow oh so sad. But for every one of those that you read You'll find one of better time's she's had. This girl I know She rules a realm that no one ever see's. This girl will never show it to you And she will never show it to me. This girl is tough And dauntless and strong. This girl she sings The most beautiful songs. This girl will never let you see her cry. This girl will never answer you why. This girl she doesn't need wings to fly. Because this girl ... She is the sky. You will find her overhead Every day and every night. Her sun will warm the hardest heart And her stars they shine so bright. If you should ever catch her and open that book You'd better read as fast as you can. Standing still in any one place Is never in her plans. But, this girl I know isn't running from something And it's not that she's some bird on a wire. She isn't blindly running through time, you see This girl I know ... She has a world to set on fire.

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Isabella-Rose

Dec 10, 2018

Dec 10, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

This Burning Girl

This girl I know She is just ... like a book. Her cover is so beautiful And yet ... forever changing looks. But this girl's beauty Is unlike any that you've seen. It really comes from all those pages Those pages in between. Each page tells a story Some of sorrow oh so sad. But for every one of those that you read You'll find one of better time's she's had. This girl I know She rules a realm that no one ever see's. This girl will never show it to you And she will never show it to me. This girl is tough And dauntless and strong. This girl she sings The most beautiful songs. This girl will never let you see her cry. This girl will never answer you why. This girl she doesn't need wings to fly. Because this girl ... She is the sky. You will find her overhead Every day and every night. Her sun will warm the hardest heart And her stars they shine so bright. If you should ever catch her and open that book You'd better read as fast as you can. Standing still in any one place Is never in her plans. But, this girl I know isn't running from something And it's not that she's some bird on a wire. She isn't blindly running through time, you see This girl I know ... She has a world to set on fire.

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the world is e.n.d.i.n.g every. second, is. fleeting. minutes. become empty pockets of moments. no longer,able. to, support existence; those. who .see each; br,eath ,as a tick. on their own clock; reminding them that they too are ending. run, from. their lungs. forgettin to. let e a c h insta.nt take hold, of their. flesh. because, even. if father time. has claws,,, that lea.ve scars. at least, etched into their bones. would be, the smiles, wide enough. to convince, the man on. the moon to. hold, back night,fall. a little longer letting. this brief, lifetime, linger. and the ,laughter. that rippled; time, into deep wrinkles. of prol,o.nged being. scratches, that. symbol victory's, over. time's elusive game. so that. when. our, clocks run. out of time we can, be winners. without being the first to the finish line. leave. our, bodies behind. as, time capsules. filled, with. the lives .claimed by, patient. eyes.

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Isabella-Rose

Dec 10, 2018

Dec 10, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC

emmajane

Endings

the world is e.n.d.i.n.g every. second, is. fleeting. minutes. become empty pockets of moments. no longer,able. to, support existence; those. who .see each; br,eath ,as a tick. on their own clock; reminding them that they too are ending. run, from. their lungs. forgettin to. let e a c h insta.nt take hold, of their. flesh. because, even. if father time. has claws,,, that lea.ve scars. at least, etched into their bones. would be, the smiles, wide enough. to convince, the man on. the moon to. hold, back night,fall. a little longer letting. this brief, lifetime, linger. and the ,laughter. that rippled; time, into deep wrinkles. of prol,o.nged being. scratches, that. symbol victory's, over. time's elusive game. so that. when. our, clocks run. out of time we can, be winners. without being the first to the finish line. leave. our, bodies behind. as, time capsules. filled, with. the lives .claimed by, patient. eyes.

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