Shaybarklow - Hello Poetry

Welcome to my mind. Tangled in the depths of the coding of the modern-day internet.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC

Welcome to my mind. Tangled in the depths of the coding of the modern-day internet.

Down and down it goes. The dusk fire dissipates, And the jaded Moon arose. The Wolf howled at the Moon, Screaming " How could you?!" And the Moon cried and melted into the dark blue. All that was left is darkness, for the Stars left in surprise, Abandoned by the Moon, when they thought it would rise.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC

The Stars and Moon

Down and down it goes. The dusk fire dissipates, And the jaded Moon arose. The Wolf howled at the Moon, Screaming " How could you?!" And the Moon cried and melted into the dark blue. All that was left is darkness, for the Stars left in surprise, Abandoned by the Moon, when they thought it would rise.

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The wolf howled at the moon, And the moon melted into the dark blue.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC

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The wolf howled at the moon, And the moon melted into the dark blue.

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I knew it was coming. The moment my name reached the edge of your lips. You could not deny your desire. And I just may be crazy, Secretly wishing, as always, That you remembered how to feel. How to feel for me, How to feel with me. That it was more than just comfort again. But I am foolish in my desires for you to love me.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC

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I knew it was coming. The moment my name reached the edge of your lips. You could not deny your desire. And I just may be crazy, Secretly wishing, as always, That you remembered how to feel. How to feel for me, How to feel with me. That it was more than just comfort again. But I am foolish in my desires for you to love me.

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I think I need to disconnect for awhile.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC

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I think I need to disconnect for awhile.

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The memory of you is that of a ripple in the water. In a small confined space, a familiar wave bounces back and forth.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC

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The memory of you is that of a ripple in the water. In a small confined space, a familiar wave bounces back and forth.

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It's dangerous alone at night in my head.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC

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It's dangerous alone at night in my head.

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Her mouth is blossoming a Rose garden. What a beautiful tasteful treat. She must be handled with care, As her words may not always be so sweet. Bitterness at second nature. Perhaps it's because she prefers a Peony. But she grew a Rose garden instead, With the sharpest thorns growing up her feet.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC

Roses Aren't So Sweet

Her mouth is blossoming a Rose garden. What a beautiful tasteful treat. She must be handled with care, As her words may not always be so sweet. Bitterness at second nature. Perhaps it's because she prefers a Peony. But she grew a Rose garden instead, With the sharpest thorns growing up her feet.

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He found peace in me. But, what am I to say? I don't know. No, I just shriveled up to silently shrill. And to completely be? No. No time to think that maybe the time we share Could possibly turn this into something real.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC

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He found peace in me. But, what am I to say? I don't know. No, I just shriveled up to silently shrill. And to completely be? No. No time to think that maybe the time we share Could possibly turn this into something real.

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With emotions so high, I wonder if I could turn red, Like blood that blankets my bones. I was never one to be inspired by the ones Who decided that anger was truth, alone. But now, even the sweetest of daisies have gone cold. And I wonder if I too would turn red, Like the blood that blankets my bones.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC

Rash

With emotions so high, I wonder if I could turn red, Like blood that blankets my bones. I was never one to be inspired by the ones Who decided that anger was truth, alone. But now, even the sweetest of daisies have gone cold. And I wonder if I too would turn red, Like the blood that blankets my bones.

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