Reverie_Dee - Hello Poetry

My shadow tiptoes beside me Shes with me everyday Sometimes i embrace her Other times i wish her away But today is a day i need her So will she come and play? A fire that makes me feel alive Adrenaline rush, my worries subside Her courage, my crutch When im out of touch Moving me, whirlwind in the dust A dark figure, Who wears many hats A curious lady, A circus acrobat - a street smart magician When i finally snap Patiently waiting, a midnight snack When I'm full of rage, She hands me the bat. a ventriloquist on stage, Who tells me what to say A gardener she digs, As she hums come what may And i know i shouldn't.. But I listen anyway. A seamstress by day Warrior at night suiting me with armour Preparing me to fight My shadow......the dark A doctor with the cure to my broken heart A beacon of reckoning, Asking me to grow colder, my shadow self - The sinner on my shoulder.

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Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC

shadow

My shadow tiptoes beside me Shes with me everyday Sometimes i embrace her Other times i wish her away But today is a day i need her So will she come and play? A fire that makes me feel alive Adrenaline rush, my worries subside Her courage, my crutch When im out of touch Moving me, whirlwind in the dust A dark figure, Who wears many hats A curious lady, A circus acrobat - a street smart magician When i finally snap Patiently waiting, a midnight snack When I'm full of rage, She hands me the bat. a ventriloquist on stage, Who tells me what to say A gardener she digs, As she hums come what may And i know i shouldn't.. But I listen anyway. A seamstress by day Warrior at night suiting me with armour Preparing me to fight My shadow......the dark A doctor with the cure to my broken heart A beacon of reckoning, Asking me to grow colder, my shadow self - The sinner on my shoulder.

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Whispering to the candles, Sat upon my birthday dishes. A thousand shiny pennies, An army of well wishes. Clock reads two elevens, So I prayed again, to the heavens. I closed my eyes, I took a breath, Laid my eager head, Down on your chest Is it fate? or the falling stars? Thought to myself, As I traced your scars. I wished for you, Before I knew your name. I had called it happiness, but you are one in the same.

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC

Well Wishes

Whispering to the candles, Sat upon my birthday dishes. A thousand shiny pennies, An army of well wishes. Clock reads two elevens, So I prayed again, to the heavens. I closed my eyes, I took a breath, Laid my eager head, Down on your chest Is it fate? or the falling stars? Thought to myself, As I traced your scars. I wished for you, Before I knew your name. I had called it happiness, but you are one in the same.

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Clasped in her hands are the secrets she keeps. Fireflies captured mid flight- at midnight, she creeps. Their sparkle, their sight now restricted, air tight. She hides them away, Reassured they are not showing. Passerbys look Yet no one can see them glowing. Insects as new pets. A hoarder, she collects. A private sinful stash of consealed facts, stowed away like getaway cash. They cry out and weep, locked up inside deep. Begging to be released But she closes her eyes and goes to sleep.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC

Fireflies

Clasped in her hands are the secrets she keeps. Fireflies captured mid flight- at midnight, she creeps. Their sparkle, their sight now restricted, air tight. She hides them away, Reassured they are not showing. Passerbys look Yet no one can see them glowing. Insects as new pets. A hoarder, she collects. A private sinful stash of consealed facts, stowed away like getaway cash. They cry out and weep, locked up inside deep. Begging to be released But she closes her eyes and goes to sleep.

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As i open the door, the living room deflates. I force myself forward. Taking a seat somewhere between my strong will and constant search of comfort. You smell like stale popcorn and feel like an uneased sympathy pat on the back. I remember the excitement which once lived here in the space next to me. Its memory almost evaporated into a musk that barely lingers. I remember the coos and awes and sounds of admiration now air bubbles trapped beneath frozen surface. Each moment passing, an empty exchange watching gravity ****** sand from my lifes hour glass. Leaving my soul to crave affection as you snore and i absorb the television screen. The difference of distance, inches yet worlds away

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC

9pm on a Sunday

As i open the door, the living room deflates. I force myself forward. Taking a seat somewhere between my strong will and constant search of comfort. You smell like stale popcorn and feel like an uneased sympathy pat on the back. I remember the excitement which once lived here in the space next to me. Its memory almost evaporated into a musk that barely lingers. I remember the coos and awes and sounds of admiration now air bubbles trapped beneath frozen surface. Each moment passing, an empty exchange watching gravity ****** sand from my lifes hour glass. Leaving my soul to crave affection as you snore and i absorb the television screen. The difference of distance, inches yet worlds away

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A budding flower, I egress on the ol' soul retreat, Where the sun is hot and pleasure tastes sweet. A busy bee making friends with all that i meet, While harnessing the power nestled in my own two feet. She is spontaneous, the spirit that resides. The emperess i love most, but whom often hides. Adventurous, as she explores new depths inside. Fresh squeezed freedom, Days that taste like lemonade, All the while disobeying lifes civil masquerade. Self-discovery, Illuminating forgotten dusty doors, Shackles of responsibility breaking loose, My wild lion heart roars. The feeling of stepping on a one way flight, A jelly fish adrift a cool current, Flowing night after night. Unlocking ingredients of the person within, As my inner goddess smirks at me with a welcoming grin. Free, Free to Be, Free to Be Me Wild locks, tanned skin with a tooth-full smile, She sees something in her reflection she hasnt seen in awhile. Forgive me self, for i have sinned I let myself forget the refreshing feeling Of the mountain top wind. -D

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Mar 28, 2019

Mar 28, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC

Soul Retreat

A budding flower, I egress on the ol' soul retreat, Where the sun is hot and pleasure tastes sweet. A busy bee making friends with all that i meet, While harnessing the power nestled in my own two feet. She is spontaneous, the spirit that resides. The emperess i love most, but whom often hides. Adventurous, as she explores new depths inside. Fresh squeezed freedom, Days that taste like lemonade, All the while disobeying lifes civil masquerade. Self-discovery, Illuminating forgotten dusty doors, Shackles of responsibility breaking loose, My wild lion heart roars. The feeling of stepping on a one way flight, A jelly fish adrift a cool current, Flowing night after night. Unlocking ingredients of the person within, As my inner goddess smirks at me with a welcoming grin. Free, Free to Be, Free to Be Me Wild locks, tanned skin with a tooth-full smile, She sees something in her reflection she hasnt seen in awhile. Forgive me self, for i have sinned I let myself forget the refreshing feeling Of the mountain top wind. -D

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Purgatory feels like... A dance with the devil who wears my lovers face. It feels like a disregarded boiling tea kettle of our responsibilities that is ready to burst. You hand it back to me as if it were an unwanted gift, making promises with fingers crossed in attempt to silence me. You force it into my arms and my arms alone as you are shaking your head in disapproval. Selfish snakes have stolen your once sweet tongue, now sour, as you ignore the fact that I already bare the weight of the world which clings onto my shoulders. Animosity swells inside me as two lives crash and burn. You walk away disconnected from it all, continuing on in your child-like life in a cusioned bubble of ignorant bliss. I am swollowed by quicksand inside this burning fictional house we built - standing here, paralyzed, mouth sunk open in disbelief. As you walk away...

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC

Purgatory

Purgatory feels like... A dance with the devil who wears my lovers face. It feels like a disregarded boiling tea kettle of our responsibilities that is ready to burst. You hand it back to me as if it were an unwanted gift, making promises with fingers crossed in attempt to silence me. You force it into my arms and my arms alone as you are shaking your head in disapproval. Selfish snakes have stolen your once sweet tongue, now sour, as you ignore the fact that I already bare the weight of the world which clings onto my shoulders. Animosity swells inside me as two lives crash and burn. You walk away disconnected from it all, continuing on in your child-like life in a cusioned bubble of ignorant bliss. I am swollowed by quicksand inside this burning fictional house we built - standing here, paralyzed, mouth sunk open in disbelief. As you walk away...

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Its a pins and needles tingle Which slowly fades away Muscles aint moved a single Laid in bed all day My insides are empty Because my love has left me Alone in the darkness Heartless

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC

To live without a heart

Its a pins and needles tingle Which slowly fades away Muscles aint moved a single Laid in bed all day My insides are empty Because my love has left me Alone in the darkness Heartless

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As the unforgiving winds changed their beat And all that was stumbled into last week Future times, where lovers eyes no longer meet Two strangers, opposite sides of the street in retreat

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC

Strangers

As the unforgiving winds changed their beat And all that was stumbled into last week Future times, where lovers eyes no longer meet Two strangers, opposite sides of the street in retreat

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Bed fit for a king, Yet it stills stings Big empty bed with so much room Alone with my thoughts, regret filled tune Staring at the ceiling with its black background My yawning stretches filling hallow with sound Lots of space so i sleep diagonal Spirit is plummeting, im acting irrational Plenty of room to steal covers off a lover But instead, i lay alone Tossing and turning and yerning Big empty bed with so much room So much space for loneliness to consume

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Mar 25, 2019

Mar 25, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC

Big Empty Bed

Bed fit for a king, Yet it stills stings Big empty bed with so much room Alone with my thoughts, regret filled tune Staring at the ceiling with its black background My yawning stretches filling hallow with sound Lots of space so i sleep diagonal Spirit is plummeting, im acting irrational Plenty of room to steal covers off a lover But instead, i lay alone Tossing and turning and yerning Big empty bed with so much room So much space for loneliness to consume

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