One_with_the_Sheeple - Hello Poetry

When I look into the mirror, I see a girl with high hopes, yet broken dreams- A girl who hides behind a mask, which deems to be happy and sane. But underneath, a small girl lays. Frantically giggling at the mess of her refection. She stares with innocent eyes and a smirk on her face and mouths failure dragging me into the mirror, she waltzes around my feeble body chanting in circles failure, failure, failure each time getting louder failure she steps closer failure she grips my shoulder and laughs into my ear failure shivers run up my spine I know it's true the lights go black leaving me with the cacophony of silence the word still lingering in my mind failure

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

failure

When I look into the mirror, I see a girl with high hopes, yet broken dreams- A girl who hides behind a mask, which deems to be happy and sane. But underneath, a small girl lays. Frantically giggling at the mess of her refection. She stares with innocent eyes and a smirk on her face and mouths failure dragging me into the mirror, she waltzes around my feeble body chanting in circles failure, failure, failure each time getting louder failure she steps closer failure she grips my shoulder and laughs into my ear failure shivers run up my spine I know it's true the lights go black leaving me with the cacophony of silence the word still lingering in my mind failure

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A lonely star Sitting in the sky, starts to flicker and begins to cry. A lonely star, Looking down on us all, Takes a breath and starts to fall. A lonely star Falling down, like an apple from a tree, still wears a frown. A lonely star laying on the ground, looks to the moon, a home never found. A lonely star, whose light is fading, is cold and crying. She spends her whole life waiting. A lonely star blinks her goodbye’s. Her light goes out and she slowly dies.

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May 18, 2019

May 18, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

A lonely star

A lonely star Sitting in the sky, starts to flicker and begins to cry. A lonely star, Looking down on us all, Takes a breath and starts to fall. A lonely star Falling down, like an apple from a tree, still wears a frown. A lonely star laying on the ground, looks to the moon, a home never found. A lonely star, whose light is fading, is cold and crying. She spends her whole life waiting. A lonely star blinks her goodbye’s. Her light goes out and she slowly dies.

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All my dreams are nightmares of crashing planes and long lost lovers. Locked in the reality of nothing, I'm forced to watch my silent wretched screams That I cannot seem to quash. Yearning for amnesia, there's always one last thought of devilish crystal eyes. Yet near this dreamcatcher, Ravenously feeding the deepest, darkest hour of pain, Each taunting tale of terror burns like acid rain. All my dreams are nightmares and love's a myth. My only genuine faith is in the ghosts I'm with. Sometimes they may appear using my personal traits. Almost reassuring, but I know it's the guise of wraiths Ringing like a death knell, but it's the alarm that's calling Easing the dread for a while, come the dawn of mourning Needing the reality of nothing, for all my dreams are dead I try to quell my racing heart and find sanity's thread Gone, for now, those memories, for daylight's my antisera Hostilities will resume though, come the next chimera They'll re-emerge in the night and show me horror and loss Macabrely leading me, like an effigy, to a burning cross All my dreams are nightmares, they're from a cliff to fall Reaching for a silent lover, who's back in another's thrall Each haunting hour of horror is like those crashing planes Stalling before falling, then hideous plumes from flames

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

All my dreams are nightmares

All my dreams are nightmares of crashing planes and long lost lovers. Locked in the reality of nothing, I'm forced to watch my silent wretched screams That I cannot seem to quash. Yearning for amnesia, there's always one last thought of devilish crystal eyes. Yet near this dreamcatcher, Ravenously feeding the deepest, darkest hour of pain, Each taunting tale of terror burns like acid rain. All my dreams are nightmares and love's a myth. My only genuine faith is in the ghosts I'm with. Sometimes they may appear using my personal traits. Almost reassuring, but I know it's the guise of wraiths Ringing like a death knell, but it's the alarm that's calling Easing the dread for a while, come the dawn of mourning Needing the reality of nothing, for all my dreams are dead I try to quell my racing heart and find sanity's thread Gone, for now, those memories, for daylight's my antisera Hostilities will resume though, come the next chimera They'll re-emerge in the night and show me horror and loss Macabrely leading me, like an effigy, to a burning cross All my dreams are nightmares, they're from a cliff to fall Reaching for a silent lover, who's back in another's thrall Each haunting hour of horror is like those crashing planes Stalling before falling, then hideous plumes from flames

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Black sun on a sea of ash. Darkness falls; light is not coming back. The raven calls in the midnight hour. All things left in the garden are uprooted flowers. The jealousy of it all, my ravenous heart trying to possess success like a breath of fresh air, deeply inhaling until my lungs could ache no more, and I had to let go… Summer is dead like the corpse of time. Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine. The little lights no longer shine. All is darkness in the land of the blind. I belong to the ocean and the waves where I clash and flow, to the mountains and trees where I dance and my soul becomes part of creation in a cycle of time, where I are free- Tears mark the route he took, To a place without any good luck. The tricks are played like a funeral dirge. All is dirt. All around are the widows in white. The only black dresses are saved for the brides. This is another day of eternal night. City of angels who have lost their lives. But the jealousy of it all, for me trying to possess success when I had to let go- Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways. The only lights left are the fires that rage. Death is written on every page.

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

Death is Written on Every Page

Black sun on a sea of ash. Darkness falls; light is not coming back. The raven calls in the midnight hour. All things left in the garden are uprooted flowers. The jealousy of it all, my ravenous heart trying to possess success like a breath of fresh air, deeply inhaling until my lungs could ache no more, and I had to let go… Summer is dead like the corpse of time. Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine. The little lights no longer shine. All is darkness in the land of the blind. I belong to the ocean and the waves where I clash and flow, to the mountains and trees where I dance and my soul becomes part of creation in a cycle of time, where I are free- Tears mark the route he took, To a place without any good luck. The tricks are played like a funeral dirge. All is dirt. All around are the widows in white. The only black dresses are saved for the brides. This is another day of eternal night. City of angels who have lost their lives. But the jealousy of it all, for me trying to possess success when I had to let go- Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways. The only lights left are the fires that rage. Death is written on every page.

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As I stare into the mirror Her face scrunched up Is she disgusted Sad Does she know that I am Waiting for happiness too Does she know that I am Trying to hide as well I try to relate as I am Reaching forward to comfort her My hand Meeting glass My eyes Grey As I stare into the mirror A girl of greatness Who knows herself so It is a common occurrence Utterly unassured of her status Is the first to fall from her pedestal And the last to admit her fault For she knows herself not A girl of weakness -read bottom to top-

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

Mirror

As I stare into the mirror Her face scrunched up Is she disgusted Sad Does she know that I am Waiting for happiness too Does she know that I am Trying to hide as well I try to relate as I am Reaching forward to comfort her My hand Meeting glass My eyes Grey As I stare into the mirror A girl of greatness Who knows herself so It is a common occurrence Utterly unassured of her status Is the first to fall from her pedestal And the last to admit her fault For she knows herself not A girl of weakness -read bottom to top-

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I met you lurking in the night in dreamscape lands from Dali's brush. More of a shadow than a man fracturing my world apart with ideas I've never had. In the early morning mist, the garden stood alone. Bathing in the newest sunrise, one voice broke the silence. Singing out, soon, more joined in. Songs echoed across the crisp air. all the singers were dressed up in their elegant attire, rivaled only by the blooming flowers in the garden below. Lies that seem so true reflect in the mirror from an innocent smile. I never smile back but you don't seem to care as you dwell in my thoughts, uninvited.

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

Through the Looking Glass and into the Garden

I met you lurking in the night in dreamscape lands from Dali's brush. More of a shadow than a man fracturing my world apart with ideas I've never had. In the early morning mist, the garden stood alone. Bathing in the newest sunrise, one voice broke the silence. Singing out, soon, more joined in. Songs echoed across the crisp air. all the singers were dressed up in their elegant attire, rivaled only by the blooming flowers in the garden below. Lies that seem so true reflect in the mirror from an innocent smile. I never smile back but you don't seem to care as you dwell in my thoughts, uninvited.

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The angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky faded to black, Darkness filled her heart. Her wings vanished from her back, And her kindness fell apart. Even with all her might, Her dress still went black from white. She was sent to save, To help those who weren't brave. But as she looked around, At the marks she left... Tear stained cheeks, And bloodshot eyes.

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May 14, 2019

May 14, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

The Angel Lost Her Grace

The angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky faded to black, Darkness filled her heart. Her wings vanished from her back, And her kindness fell apart. Even with all her might, Her dress still went black from white. She was sent to save, To help those who weren't brave. But as she looked around, At the marks she left... Tear stained cheeks, And bloodshot eyes.

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Your wrists are clean, but the water is stained. Your face says happy but your eyes say pain.

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

sup chicken-nugget

Your wrists are clean, but the water is stained. Your face says happy but your eyes say pain.

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so much depends upon a yellow poppy flower banished to sacrifice love amongst the dead roses

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

The Yellow Poppy-Flower

so much depends upon a yellow poppy flower banished to sacrifice love amongst the dead roses

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The merry-go-round goes round and round, even after the battle was won, it goes round and round. On a continuous circulation, the children laugh and laugh, little did they know that the blood of the fallen soldiers was streaming down their faces. After all dreams are lost, it is remembered that the light only feeds of damnation and that darker proses only convey the morbid truth. But the merry-go-round goes round and round, continuing the innocence of the blood-stained children, yet continuing to cease their hope.

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Apr 29, 2019

Apr 29, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC

One_with_the_Sheeple

Merry-go-Round

The merry-go-round goes round and round, even after the battle was won, it goes round and round. On a continuous circulation, the children laugh and laugh, little did they know that the blood of the fallen soldiers was streaming down their faces. After all dreams are lost, it is remembered that the light only feeds of damnation and that darker proses only convey the morbid truth. But the merry-go-round goes round and round, continuing the innocence of the blood-stained children, yet continuing to cease their hope.

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