LBPxoxo - Hello Poetry

I dismiss the jury, they’ve been absolutely useless And move to pass my own judgement In the case of toxic friend group vs my idiot past self I find the defendant guilty on all counts: Willful Unawareness and Lack of Boundaries in the 1st degree Excruciating Neediness and Nonexistent Self Worth in the 2nd They have to drag her from the courtroom Screaming, spitting, legs kicking Perhaps she really wasn’t fit to stand trial But my hardening, calcified heart holds no pity I make sure I’m there when they lock the cell door I look her in those wildly disturbed eyes as I swallow the key "Someone will find out about us," she whispers shakingly Wrapping both hands firmly around the cold iron bars I lean in, let her feel the loathing radiating from my skin, "Over my dead body"

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Nov 6, 2021

Nov 6, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC

Guilty

I dismiss the jury, they’ve been absolutely useless And move to pass my own judgement In the case of toxic friend group vs my idiot past self I find the defendant guilty on all counts: Willful Unawareness and Lack of Boundaries in the 1st degree Excruciating Neediness and Nonexistent Self Worth in the 2nd They have to drag her from the courtroom Screaming, spitting, legs kicking Perhaps she really wasn’t fit to stand trial But my hardening, calcified heart holds no pity I make sure I’m there when they lock the cell door I look her in those wildly disturbed eyes as I swallow the key "Someone will find out about us," she whispers shakingly Wrapping both hands firmly around the cold iron bars I lean in, let her feel the loathing radiating from my skin, "Over my dead body"

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Rain dancing on an old tin roof, pouring through the open window Seaweed sunbathing, calloused soles racing across hot sand Sweet conversations between the wind and our birch tree Tap water tea with honey, wool blankets prickling my skin I fill up the empty vials in my mind with their extracts Carefully storing each delicate moment somewhere safe and dry Little perfumes I take out and apply to each pulse point Whenever my reality begins to unravel

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Oct 26, 2021

Oct 26, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC

Apothecary

Rain dancing on an old tin roof, pouring through the open window Seaweed sunbathing, calloused soles racing across hot sand Sweet conversations between the wind and our birch tree Tap water tea with honey, wool blankets prickling my skin I fill up the empty vials in my mind with their extracts Carefully storing each delicate moment somewhere safe and dry Little perfumes I take out and apply to each pulse point Whenever my reality begins to unravel

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It’s the same face Same shoulders, arms, legs Sound asleep, sprawled out across my bed like a starfish, Reclaiming all the space beside me that’s been empty for almost a year It’s all the same person, my person, and yet as moonlight begins to pour in from the front window my heart stops You think you know how beautiful the ocean is, but then the sun sets across it You think the mountains are powerful, until Autumn paints them in fire And then suddenly everything you thought you knew about your own world completely changes, bathed in fleeting colors and temporary refractions of light Now I could easily lose days, weeks, months of sleep watching how that gentle blue effortlessly lays itself across him, softening every feature in the most perfect glow

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Oct 11, 2021

Oct 11, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC

Moonlight

It’s the same face Same shoulders, arms, legs Sound asleep, sprawled out across my bed like a starfish, Reclaiming all the space beside me that’s been empty for almost a year It’s all the same person, my person, and yet as moonlight begins to pour in from the front window my heart stops You think you know how beautiful the ocean is, but then the sun sets across it You think the mountains are powerful, until Autumn paints them in fire And then suddenly everything you thought you knew about your own world completely changes, bathed in fleeting colors and temporary refractions of light Now I could easily lose days, weeks, months of sleep watching how that gentle blue effortlessly lays itself across him, softening every feature in the most perfect glow

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All summer long Magnolias, Cherry Blossoms Sweet Pears and Wisterias Gracefully dip their delicate limbs down Shaking off soft flower petals Happily sharing fruit with those passing by Who gape up in awe of such generous gifts Smooth and sweet Their essence a beauty to behold My place among them is peculiar Few seedlings around here warp into my kind A tall, looming Oak twisting skyward Deep roots tangled so far into the earth Hundreds of rings wrapped around my spine So when the late August storms and brutal winters roll through I cannot bow, my branches barely bend By now they've known worse and are ready As we shake off a recent rain One Willow whispers to another I swear it's like she never moves. Some Laurel chimes in *Yeah I know, but good God I'd rather break in half at the next breeze Than end up like her right?* Feigning indifference I begin to take stock of my leaves Musing at the first few auburn brush strokes Autumn has just left in my hair The next morning, I wake to an unexpected quiet Since when do the robins sleep in?... My vision refocuses, and there he is Beautiful, confident, intently gliding along the overgrown length of trail Guiding him until he’s just a few feet in front of me You must be joking, I think to myself I see the axe resting on his shoulder Perfectly content to barely balance forever Between his palm and the base of his neck Only an idiot would... He just keeps staring up at me Why would he even want to… But just then, hearing my thoughts He drops the axe, soft earth willingly parts to receive its sharpened blade, Presses a callused hand to my gnarled, scarred bark and Leaning in closer so I can feel the heat of his breath on my chilled skin He whispers, Because you are beautiful And with that, I am suddenly rooted in sand, The world slips away from beneath me While the rest of the forest silently bears witness To my great fall

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Oct 11, 2021

Oct 11, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC

Oak Tree

All summer long Magnolias, Cherry Blossoms Sweet Pears and Wisterias Gracefully dip their delicate limbs down Shaking off soft flower petals Happily sharing fruit with those passing by Who gape up in awe of such generous gifts Smooth and sweet Their essence a beauty to behold My place among them is peculiar Few seedlings around here warp into my kind A tall, looming Oak twisting skyward Deep roots tangled so far into the earth Hundreds of rings wrapped around my spine So when the late August storms and brutal winters roll through I cannot bow, my branches barely bend By now they've known worse and are ready As we shake off a recent rain One Willow whispers to another I swear it's like she never moves. Some Laurel chimes in *Yeah I know, but good God I'd rather break in half at the next breeze Than end up like her right?* Feigning indifference I begin to take stock of my leaves Musing at the first few auburn brush strokes Autumn has just left in my hair The next morning, I wake to an unexpected quiet Since when do the robins sleep in?... My vision refocuses, and there he is Beautiful, confident, intently gliding along the overgrown length of trail Guiding him until he’s just a few feet in front of me You must be joking, I think to myself I see the axe resting on his shoulder Perfectly content to barely balance forever Between his palm and the base of his neck Only an idiot would... He just keeps staring up at me Why would he even want to… But just then, hearing my thoughts He drops the axe, soft earth willingly parts to receive its sharpened blade, Presses a callused hand to my gnarled, scarred bark and Leaning in closer so I can feel the heat of his breath on my chilled skin He whispers, Because you are beautiful And with that, I am suddenly rooted in sand, The world slips away from beneath me While the rest of the forest silently bears witness To my great fall

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When it’s all said and done They’ll find me laying in the hallway Mascara clumped below unblinking eyes And a massive hole punched into the center of my chest One detective will look to the other and say “You’d think she would’ve seen it coming.”

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Mar 7, 2021

Mar 7, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC

Crime Scene

When it’s all said and done They’ll find me laying in the hallway Mascara clumped below unblinking eyes And a massive hole punched into the center of my chest One detective will look to the other and say “You’d think she would’ve seen it coming.”

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I knelt down Washed your feet in my tears And dried them with my hair Though in my heart I knew You could not walk on water

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Jan 25, 2021

Jan 25, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC

False Idols

I knelt down Washed your feet in my tears And dried them with my hair Though in my heart I knew You could not walk on water

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Where others have chipped away There are now holes, growing cracks, And each morning she patches herself up Looking to her battered reflection "Stone..." Says the porcelain girl "I am made of stone."

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Jan 25, 2021

Jan 25, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC

Broken Doll

Where others have chipped away There are now holes, growing cracks, And each morning she patches herself up Looking to her battered reflection "Stone..." Says the porcelain girl "I am made of stone."

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Each time, I find something old that’s new Hooked scar on the right hand A freckle behind each ear Dimples just below the spine Find those gorgeous brown eyes Are traced in a ring of green Blue and gold flecks dancing Something Shifts and I’m Falling Again

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC

Green

Each time, I find something old that’s new Hooked scar on the right hand A freckle behind each ear Dimples just below the spine Find those gorgeous brown eyes Are traced in a ring of green Blue and gold flecks dancing Something Shifts and I’m Falling Again

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When my scars First spoke to me I muted them immediately Long sleeves Stacked bracelets But laying here Surrounded in darkness Nightmares lurking at the door There’s something… A humming Sweeter than honey Soft, patient My wrists whisper “…beautiful, kind, smart, brave… …please don’t let go we love you so…” After all I’ve done to me My heart still beats consistently My lungs need no instruction How are they so forgiving? Even my skin is singing

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC

Body Language

When my scars First spoke to me I muted them immediately Long sleeves Stacked bracelets But laying here Surrounded in darkness Nightmares lurking at the door There’s something… A humming Sweeter than honey Soft, patient My wrists whisper “…beautiful, kind, smart, brave… …please don’t let go we love you so…” After all I’ve done to me My heart still beats consistently My lungs need no instruction How are they so forgiving? Even my skin is singing

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Though I’m not certain Of the soul’s form I imagine mine to be One with wings A little bird Singing for no one to hear Beating its wings tirelessly Against this bulky metal cage

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC

Sparrow

Though I’m not certain Of the soul’s form I imagine mine to be One with wings A little bird Singing for no one to hear Beating its wings tirelessly Against this bulky metal cage

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