Msincavage - Hello Poetry

When noon rays Paint streaks across my floor A subtle reminder that life Still continues Outside my little cocoon When the unbearable weight Of life in all her glory Finally closes my eyes And I take a breath of risk Not knowing if I’ll wake In time to live That is my favorite Time to sleep.

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC

Msincavage

My Favorite Time to Sleep

When noon rays Paint streaks across my floor A subtle reminder that life Still continues Outside my little cocoon When the unbearable weight Of life in all her glory Finally closes my eyes And I take a breath of risk Not knowing if I’ll wake In time to live That is my favorite Time to sleep.

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It’s nights like this Where I am reminded of every laugh- Shared smiles crossing between And kisses warm and sweet and Missed Nights where I remember that Our love was like a piano And I had memorized every note All the harmonies and triplets The scales and runs The beautiful music that played When your thumb made circles on my wrist But now the notes have faded To only a haunting lullaby That echoes in my head At the most inconvenient of times It’s nights like this Where I remember my greatest love Rested at my fingertips Only a hands width away Now my hands are empty And my fingers are bleeding And calloused From grasping at shattered dreams And shards of my heart It’s nights like this Where I do not know why I’m still alive. Is it for the sunsets? The ones that make my heart swell Or for the jokes I always laugh at Even though Hannah rolls her eyes I truly do not see the point In waking every single day But I put one foot in front of the other And keep on marching to a beat Long ago lost

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC

Msincavage

Our Love

It’s nights like this Where I am reminded of every laugh- Shared smiles crossing between And kisses warm and sweet and Missed Nights where I remember that Our love was like a piano And I had memorized every note All the harmonies and triplets The scales and runs The beautiful music that played When your thumb made circles on my wrist But now the notes have faded To only a haunting lullaby That echoes in my head At the most inconvenient of times It’s nights like this Where I remember my greatest love Rested at my fingertips Only a hands width away Now my hands are empty And my fingers are bleeding And calloused From grasping at shattered dreams And shards of my heart It’s nights like this Where I do not know why I’m still alive. Is it for the sunsets? The ones that make my heart swell Or for the jokes I always laugh at Even though Hannah rolls her eyes I truly do not see the point In waking every single day But I put one foot in front of the other And keep on marching to a beat Long ago lost

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You're a wolf in sheep's clothing You're a snake in the grass You're a piece of bubblegum stuck to the bottom of my shoe that I can't seem to get rid of. Wait, that's not an idiom. But I can't find the words to describe you No word in the English language, no sequence of words, of phrases, of syllables could accurately describe you But I'll try. Scumbag. Flea ridden dog. Two end pieces of a moldy loaf of bread. A clock that I keep looking at that never seems to change. An outfit that is two different shades of black. A baby that reaches for someone else when I try to hold him. You're anger, deceit, lies. What was it that you told me when we said goodbye? We've cried enough. Because my heart is a well that will never be filled, and yours is not even a bucket. Your pail promised me a future, a ring. A lifetime of firsts. And I believed you. I wonder if being as shallow as a puddle made it easier. Maybe I can't blame you, because with a heart as flimsy as a piece of paper, it must be so easy to tear. All I can wonder is if you sent us the same goodnight message.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC

Msincavage

October 13

You're a wolf in sheep's clothing You're a snake in the grass You're a piece of bubblegum stuck to the bottom of my shoe that I can't seem to get rid of. Wait, that's not an idiom. But I can't find the words to describe you No word in the English language, no sequence of words, of phrases, of syllables could accurately describe you But I'll try. Scumbag. Flea ridden dog. Two end pieces of a moldy loaf of bread. A clock that I keep looking at that never seems to change. An outfit that is two different shades of black. A baby that reaches for someone else when I try to hold him. You're anger, deceit, lies. What was it that you told me when we said goodbye? We've cried enough. Because my heart is a well that will never be filled, and yours is not even a bucket. Your pail promised me a future, a ring. A lifetime of firsts. And I believed you. I wonder if being as shallow as a puddle made it easier. Maybe I can't blame you, because with a heart as flimsy as a piece of paper, it must be so easy to tear. All I can wonder is if you sent us the same goodnight message.

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How can I drown out your voice without also drowning myself? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to feel my lungs fill with water too.

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Jan 6, 2018

Jan 6, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC

Msincavage

The Voice that Haunts

How can I drown out your voice without also drowning myself? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to feel my lungs fill with water too.

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Am I really a poet, If all I ever write about, Is you?

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Msincavage

Dec 22, 2017

Dec 22, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC

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Am I really a poet, If all I ever write about, Is you?

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The weight of the dark presses in Like fingers around my throat Stealing the warmth from my body Leaving only a barren wasteland Choking nights that make me long For all that I erased For the pictures and the memories That I cast away as you did me

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC

Msincavage

Afraid of the Dark

The weight of the dark presses in Like fingers around my throat Stealing the warmth from my body Leaving only a barren wasteland Choking nights that make me long For all that I erased For the pictures and the memories That I cast away as you did me

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They carry the secrets I whisper at night The moans of love Oh, just *** that’s right The things I keep In my mind out of sight The walls are alive You can hear them at night

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC

Msincavage

The Walls

They carry the secrets I whisper at night The moans of love Oh, just *** that’s right The things I keep In my mind out of sight The walls are alive You can hear them at night

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I dwell in possibility- A place where- Validation comes easily- Because I no longer flourish in it- Where my blankets don’t disgust me- Because they’re not laced with whispers of your love- Where my heart doesn’t rely- On the half-hearted affection of lonely boys- I dwell in possibility- Possibility of happiness.

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC

Msincavage

Living

I dwell in possibility- A place where- Validation comes easily- Because I no longer flourish in it- Where my blankets don’t disgust me- Because they’re not laced with whispers of your love- Where my heart doesn’t rely- On the half-hearted affection of lonely boys- I dwell in possibility- Possibility of happiness.

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I relish the feeling Of an empty stomach Muscles clenching Head aching The hollowness distracting From my barren chest The tearing pain Drowning out The missing sound Of heartbeats I relish the feeling of an empty stomach Because it means that I can still feel

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC

Msincavage

Hunger Pains

I relish the feeling Of an empty stomach Muscles clenching Head aching The hollowness distracting From my barren chest The tearing pain Drowning out The missing sound Of heartbeats I relish the feeling of an empty stomach Because it means that I can still feel

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Every time your name Brushes across my lips Take a sip Every time my stomach sinks At the thought of her hand in yours Take a sip Every time I replay Our last conversation Take a sip I wonder when The game will end When I have nothing Left to drink Or when you finally Leave me be

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC

Msincavage

Drinking Game

Every time your name Brushes across my lips Take a sip Every time my stomach sinks At the thought of her hand in yours Take a sip Every time I replay Our last conversation Take a sip I wonder when The game will end When I have nothing Left to drink Or when you finally Leave me be

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