SirenCoast - Hello Poetry

In the far back of my mind Is where I house all my paintings There are aisles and aisles of blue Dark and light hues clashing with white The ups and downs of chapters in life This is my safe space. In the center of the gallery A painting does not belong Red and black flames Shooting across canvas Angrily wanting to burn down All the rest that I have created I can't recall painting this It just appeared one day This canvas is taking over the gallery

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC

The Gallery

In the far back of my mind Is where I house all my paintings There are aisles and aisles of blue Dark and light hues clashing with white The ups and downs of chapters in life This is my safe space. In the center of the gallery A painting does not belong Red and black flames Shooting across canvas Angrily wanting to burn down All the rest that I have created I can't recall painting this It just appeared one day This canvas is taking over the gallery

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I'd leave you in the middle of the night Just to have you wonder about me Where I went What I was thinking If I was with someone else I would leave all these things behind The papers mean nothing to me The fabrics mean nothing to me I want to prove to you That you too, can mean nothing to me I want you to hurt in ways I cannot explain In many ways you have broken my heart In many ways I realize you have not But I'd still leave you in the middle of the night To prove what cost is to me

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC

My Trust for You

I'd leave you in the middle of the night Just to have you wonder about me Where I went What I was thinking If I was with someone else I would leave all these things behind The papers mean nothing to me The fabrics mean nothing to me I want to prove to you That you too, can mean nothing to me I want you to hurt in ways I cannot explain In many ways you have broken my heart In many ways I realize you have not But I'd still leave you in the middle of the night To prove what cost is to me

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You rid yourself of the poison The one that lived inside your cells It felt like 100 years With that one change An entire new light A new love for life Your children Your own body I wanted to be your warrior Your protector The keeper of all evils From entering your new safe realm I laid down everything to protect These brief few years Of sobriety Of happiness I was reminded this was not my journey For this was something for you This road was yours to travel I had only wanted to guide you To keep you seeing the light Away from the dark I found my own darkness in your light I took your pain and tried to make it my own And now you are back on this path This ***** life full of white lies Full of anger and distrust Who led who here? It is easy to ask you to be stronger It is hard to ask you to give back up You almost rid yourself of poison I almost rid myself of light

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC

Dark light

You rid yourself of the poison The one that lived inside your cells It felt like 100 years With that one change An entire new light A new love for life Your children Your own body I wanted to be your warrior Your protector The keeper of all evils From entering your new safe realm I laid down everything to protect These brief few years Of sobriety Of happiness I was reminded this was not my journey For this was something for you This road was yours to travel I had only wanted to guide you To keep you seeing the light Away from the dark I found my own darkness in your light I took your pain and tried to make it my own And now you are back on this path This ***** life full of white lies Full of anger and distrust Who led who here? It is easy to ask you to be stronger It is hard to ask you to give back up You almost rid yourself of poison I almost rid myself of light

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There once was a man who lived in a tower He had orange skin and fools gave him power His hands shook with fury at every critique While his family's obligations were to remain chic His head began to swell while his eyes grew smaller But his silly little brain it began to falter This was a man who thought ****** assault was a joke Until Women around the world began to hope that he'd choke Women gathered and rallied and screamed for their rights They took to the streets in ***** hats and tights The man did not like this, how dare they disagree! With the world he was trying to create Full of misogyny

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC

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There once was a man who lived in a tower He had orange skin and fools gave him power His hands shook with fury at every critique While his family's obligations were to remain chic His head began to swell while his eyes grew smaller But his silly little brain it began to falter This was a man who thought ****** assault was a joke Until Women around the world began to hope that he'd choke Women gathered and rallied and screamed for their rights They took to the streets in ***** hats and tights The man did not like this, how dare they disagree! With the world he was trying to create Full of misogyny

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Push my limits Hot water on my skin Until it grows red and itches Boiling water on my lips Until I can no longer feel them Steam on my hands Until my palms and wrists begin to sweat Ice on my back Bringing me in all together Giving myself chills Scream at me Do anything To show you are here The mirror gives such a poor reflection I want to break you This is not the inside of my head I wish I could see her

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC

Cracks

Push my limits Hot water on my skin Until it grows red and itches Boiling water on my lips Until I can no longer feel them Steam on my hands Until my palms and wrists begin to sweat Ice on my back Bringing me in all together Giving myself chills Scream at me Do anything To show you are here The mirror gives such a poor reflection I want to break you This is not the inside of my head I wish I could see her

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When everything begins to bottle up I must bring myself down I could smooth out the wrinkles I could mantra things out But I am my own worst enemy So I pick, **** and poke I especially like to highlight my flaws During these times Twisting and contouring my body Unnatural poses for a natural body I am so trivial But I am my own worst enemy I wonder if you think I'm beautiful I am vain that way Aren't we all? I wonder if you see my flaws The dents in my skin I wonder if you cherish them If you wish for them to be gone If you wish I was more like her I want to scream at this woman I have become But I am my own worst enemy It would just be so much easier to live A life full of confidence and crop tops High waisted shorts with cellulite An inch of skin hanging over the top And why not? My own judgments and insecurities I want to be your friend I want you to be happy When your thighs feel full and swollen When your face is scattered with imperfections When your stomach can't **** in anymore I am still here I so desperately want to be your friend But I am my own worst enemy

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC

Skin

When everything begins to bottle up I must bring myself down I could smooth out the wrinkles I could mantra things out But I am my own worst enemy So I pick, **** and poke I especially like to highlight my flaws During these times Twisting and contouring my body Unnatural poses for a natural body I am so trivial But I am my own worst enemy I wonder if you think I'm beautiful I am vain that way Aren't we all? I wonder if you see my flaws The dents in my skin I wonder if you cherish them If you wish for them to be gone If you wish I was more like her I want to scream at this woman I have become But I am my own worst enemy It would just be so much easier to live A life full of confidence and crop tops High waisted shorts with cellulite An inch of skin hanging over the top And why not? My own judgments and insecurities I want to be your friend I want you to be happy When your thighs feel full and swollen When your face is scattered with imperfections When your stomach can't **** in anymore I am still here I so desperately want to be your friend But I am my own worst enemy

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I did not ask to enter this world a female, but it's what God granted me. I did not ask to be regulated by hormones, but it is what is expected of me. I did not ask for this child, that was forced upon me late one night. I did not ask for this judgement, that is so easily handed out. I did not ask to be called 'baby', by that man on the subway. I did not ask for the opinions of my weight, which are so casually thrown about. I did not ask for a smaller salary, due to the genitalia I was provided. But this is the life I was given, and so I find my tribe. I find other women who grant me peace and protection. I advocate for women whose voices are not heard. I fight for my future daughters. I protest the hate. I protest the inequalities. I protest for our Mother, Earth. I protest, and I stand, and I cry. My ****** is my home. My womb is my decision. My body my choice.

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC

Fem

I did not ask to enter this world a female, but it's what God granted me. I did not ask to be regulated by hormones, but it is what is expected of me. I did not ask for this child, that was forced upon me late one night. I did not ask for this judgement, that is so easily handed out. I did not ask to be called 'baby', by that man on the subway. I did not ask for the opinions of my weight, which are so casually thrown about. I did not ask for a smaller salary, due to the genitalia I was provided. But this is the life I was given, and so I find my tribe. I find other women who grant me peace and protection. I advocate for women whose voices are not heard. I fight for my future daughters. I protest the hate. I protest the inequalities. I protest for our Mother, Earth. I protest, and I stand, and I cry. My ****** is my home. My womb is my decision. My body my choice.

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It was the strangest of days, That turned into the coldest of nights. I lay there waiting for the Fisherman's return. A promise of his blessing, Before I headed out to warmer waters, Until Summer was to return. The red wine was now half empty, The candles wax-ridden and burned. The current shifted, it was time to return. A fair maiden in a tavern, Wrapped around the Fisherman's arms. He gave her tokens she would treasure I gave him curses of scorn.

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC

Sunday in February

It was the strangest of days, That turned into the coldest of nights. I lay there waiting for the Fisherman's return. A promise of his blessing, Before I headed out to warmer waters, Until Summer was to return. The red wine was now half empty, The candles wax-ridden and burned. The current shifted, it was time to return. A fair maiden in a tavern, Wrapped around the Fisherman's arms. He gave her tokens she would treasure I gave him curses of scorn.

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You're draining us We're spent This is the last time I swear it Your siblings don't ask us for help My siblings don't pay rent. No matter how hard you work And what bills you pay Millennials were born behind the glory day.

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC

Nose Above Water

You're draining us We're spent This is the last time I swear it Your siblings don't ask us for help My siblings don't pay rent. No matter how hard you work And what bills you pay Millennials were born behind the glory day.

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I remember your cruel love The first time you said you loved me The first time you led me down the stairs There was nothing in you I wanted But naive young girls do naive young things Your words were like gifts Your gifts were like a song I blindly sang along Trusting you was easy But you proved me wrong I'm cruel in my heart, I know it But it's what you planted for me Your mean hands ripped open my chest You buried something so ugly and dark So deep it bled into my soul. Something inside of you was broken Something was breaking inside of me too I think of you now and my hands lock up I hope you have all daughters I hope they date men like you I hope it breaks your heart and kills you.

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC

The Breeders Son

I remember your cruel love The first time you said you loved me The first time you led me down the stairs There was nothing in you I wanted But naive young girls do naive young things Your words were like gifts Your gifts were like a song I blindly sang along Trusting you was easy But you proved me wrong I'm cruel in my heart, I know it But it's what you planted for me Your mean hands ripped open my chest You buried something so ugly and dark So deep it bled into my soul. Something inside of you was broken Something was breaking inside of me too I think of you now and my hands lock up I hope you have all daughters I hope they date men like you I hope it breaks your heart and kills you.

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