Lucymooring - Hello Poetry

used to burn red like hot amber couldn't put me in a body bag i'd set it alight. threw bricks and dolls. scratched my skin raw needed to get it off wanted to shed skin like a snake instead grew grey with time I couldn't read. couldn't pick up a toothbrush emptiness is my weapon called it the void.

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC

Lucymooring

What do red and grey make?

used to burn red like hot amber couldn't put me in a body bag i'd set it alight. threw bricks and dolls. scratched my skin raw needed to get it off wanted to shed skin like a snake instead grew grey with time I couldn't read. couldn't pick up a toothbrush emptiness is my weapon called it the void.

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I’m going to collect you. I’m going to keep you on my shelf and look at you but never touch you because it will hurt. I’ll water you (sometimes) but you’ll survive because you don’t need me. You’re odd but so am I. You’re supposed to flower bloom in fact but you haven’t. I have taken you away from your home and put you on my shelf. You’re temporary and fragile but strong and tough. You push me away but pull me in I want to know more but then I don’t. because you’re a cactus on my shelf.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC

Lucymooring

The Cactus On My Shelf

I’m going to collect you. I’m going to keep you on my shelf and look at you but never touch you because it will hurt. I’ll water you (sometimes) but you’ll survive because you don’t need me. You’re odd but so am I. You’re supposed to flower bloom in fact but you haven’t. I have taken you away from your home and put you on my shelf. You’re temporary and fragile but strong and tough. You push me away but pull me in I want to know more but then I don’t. because you’re a cactus on my shelf.

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I’m a Christmas tree? People put things on me And Then I die.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC

Lucymooring

Bare-boned Carcass

I’m a Christmas tree? People put things on me And Then I die.

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I am what I am but that is not what I want to be. There is more in my lungs than air. There is more in my veins than blood. For I am unsure as to what but not unsure of knowing that I am more than whatever I am now.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC

Lucymooring

I am

I am what I am but that is not what I want to be. There is more in my lungs than air. There is more in my veins than blood. For I am unsure as to what but not unsure of knowing that I am more than whatever I am now.

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