KaitlynnMurray - Hello Poetry

Although it may seem like the presents under the tree Are what matter most to those you love You may be looking in the wrong direction Presents are objects Left unused and broken Never to be seen again Yet the day you wake up, The smell of breakfast or the music playing Is a memory more worth keeping Or the night before, The books you read or the games you play Will forever be saved in your head The feeling of excitement As you get out of bed To wake the family you love Not the presents wrapped in red So as you get up this day Remember those years And cherish it the next So you remember the Christmas cheer

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Dec 25, 2019

Dec 25, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC

KaitlynnMurray

Christmas

Although it may seem like the presents under the tree Are what matter most to those you love You may be looking in the wrong direction Presents are objects Left unused and broken Never to be seen again Yet the day you wake up, The smell of breakfast or the music playing Is a memory more worth keeping Or the night before, The books you read or the games you play Will forever be saved in your head The feeling of excitement As you get out of bed To wake the family you love Not the presents wrapped in red So as you get up this day Remember those years And cherish it the next So you remember the Christmas cheer

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My tear ducts began to burn, The sensation turns into a steady fall of tears As a gloss comes across my eyes, I began to wonder what I have done wrong, Who I hurt and how me being alive is so god awfully wrong. As tears roll down my cheeks my veins began to protrude out of my skin. They call to me, they want to be free I quickly grab a cold metal blade and began to draw a straight line. I start with the creases at my wrist and work my way down, the pain burns, Nothing will ever quite burn as bad as it did that night. I put my arms into the deep water that lay before me as it began to turn a blood stained red. I panic, but soon begin to calm. The water is completely red now, my toe nail polish which was once a bright white, so pure, had been stained a dark, screaming red. I'm calm, my eyes glazed like a dark night sky. My skin begins to turn a pale white, I exhale my final breath, and the dark water lie still.

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Jun 17, 2017

Jun 17, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC

KaitlynnMurray

The Blood Runs Still

My tear ducts began to burn, The sensation turns into a steady fall of tears As a gloss comes across my eyes, I began to wonder what I have done wrong, Who I hurt and how me being alive is so god awfully wrong. As tears roll down my cheeks my veins began to protrude out of my skin. They call to me, they want to be free I quickly grab a cold metal blade and began to draw a straight line. I start with the creases at my wrist and work my way down, the pain burns, Nothing will ever quite burn as bad as it did that night. I put my arms into the deep water that lay before me as it began to turn a blood stained red. I panic, but soon begin to calm. The water is completely red now, my toe nail polish which was once a bright white, so pure, had been stained a dark, screaming red. I'm calm, my eyes glazed like a dark night sky. My skin begins to turn a pale white, I exhale my final breath, and the dark water lie still.

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Im swimming The water's deep but I can touch. I happily swim among beautiful arrays of colorful individuals in the gorgeous ocean blue. As the days, months, and years multiply the water gets deeper, and darker This murky color begins to take over and soon the blue is no longer apparent I try to swim but I began to sink. It's too deep, There are bricks tied to my feet and I begin to drown, trying, gasping for air. I soon become consumed and the water turns black. I no longer can see. I no longer struggle.

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Jun 17, 2017

Jun 17, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC

KaitlynnMurray

Murky Green Water

Im swimming The water's deep but I can touch. I happily swim among beautiful arrays of colorful individuals in the gorgeous ocean blue. As the days, months, and years multiply the water gets deeper, and darker This murky color begins to take over and soon the blue is no longer apparent I try to swim but I began to sink. It's too deep, There are bricks tied to my feet and I begin to drown, trying, gasping for air. I soon become consumed and the water turns black. I no longer can see. I no longer struggle.

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