Rose-cliff - Hello Poetry

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

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Dec 1, 2021

Dec 1, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC

Delirium

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

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As you wept I held you tender and mild And we exchanged The role of mother and child

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Nov 24, 2021

Nov 24, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC

Mother and child

As you wept I held you tender and mild And we exchanged The role of mother and child

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I knew it was coming But still the voices whispered “Stop over reacting” “Your letting it run away with you” But that voice was silenced By your silence The silence that held stone throats And glassy eyes The silence that held the suffocating Tangibility of the truth Plausible undeniably The silence that was broken with your whisper The breath that recklessly gained momentum Cruel gale force Beating down on me in its full fury The small sediments that had fallen prey to the winds Embed their small bodies into my flesh ripping me apart Your whisper had created too much collateral damage So the voices returned Rising from the tomb Offering salvation, my steadfast refuge They spoke and their gospel caressed my wounded heart “This is not real”

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Nov 20, 2021

Nov 20, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC

Your whisper

I knew it was coming But still the voices whispered “Stop over reacting” “Your letting it run away with you” But that voice was silenced By your silence The silence that held stone throats And glassy eyes The silence that held the suffocating Tangibility of the truth Plausible undeniably The silence that was broken with your whisper The breath that recklessly gained momentum Cruel gale force Beating down on me in its full fury The small sediments that had fallen prey to the winds Embed their small bodies into my flesh ripping me apart Your whisper had created too much collateral damage So the voices returned Rising from the tomb Offering salvation, my steadfast refuge They spoke and their gospel caressed my wounded heart “This is not real”

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Death was her vocation.

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Nov 7, 2021

Nov 7, 2021 at 6:00 PM UTC

Vocation

Death was her vocation.

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I could not breathe. So I gambled with God And put slits in my throat. I no longer needed to breathe. But now I cannot stop moving. Inflicted with indefinite motion, I am out of chips. Then Exhaustion tortured me, He hit me when I closed my eyes. My skin stung when I stumbled. Hand on my throat, Voice in my ear He whispered, “This is how you die, My dear” Making sure I will forever drown, Begging to have died the first time ‘round.

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Sep 13, 2021

Sep 13, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC

Indefinite motion

I could not breathe. So I gambled with God And put slits in my throat. I no longer needed to breathe. But now I cannot stop moving. Inflicted with indefinite motion, I am out of chips. Then Exhaustion tortured me, He hit me when I closed my eyes. My skin stung when I stumbled. Hand on my throat, Voice in my ear He whispered, “This is how you die, My dear” Making sure I will forever drown, Begging to have died the first time ‘round.

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