andwat101 - Hello Poetry

pixel woman draped in scarlet strum for the heavens hang my troubles from every silver note hypnotise, my sins lay bare each stroke painted fingers through peroxide hair false alarms ring rusted red she sings my skin pearlescent when doubts conceal the chosen path her sapphire ripples settle melt my adolescence I am new-born swaddled in bitter sweet ballad her song, my future peeled and played by warm-chord haze of long-gone days

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC

Joni

pixel woman draped in scarlet strum for the heavens hang my troubles from every silver note hypnotise, my sins lay bare each stroke painted fingers through peroxide hair false alarms ring rusted red she sings my skin pearlescent when doubts conceal the chosen path her sapphire ripples settle melt my adolescence I am new-born swaddled in bitter sweet ballad her song, my future peeled and played by warm-chord haze of long-gone days

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flickered souls who mourn at night accumulate to swallow light shredded strings heal battered snare cures these months weren’t easy, tonight is transcend. watch sorrow bend and morph into pocket-sized rivers of vibrancy we are a sacred congregation in blasphemous glory all good things come in thousands forget the man the lies and cry i always wanna die (sometimes) long for nothing crave it all is this how it feels? to be young?

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Mar 3, 2020

Mar 3, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC

transcend

flickered souls who mourn at night accumulate to swallow light shredded strings heal battered snare cures these months weren’t easy, tonight is transcend. watch sorrow bend and morph into pocket-sized rivers of vibrancy we are a sacred congregation in blasphemous glory all good things come in thousands forget the man the lies and cry i always wanna die (sometimes) long for nothing crave it all is this how it feels? to be young?

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hold me in the dead of night when no one else will wear me a rusted red bangle choke my freedom spare me when angels are around consume me when they fly float from the mouths of those who say they love me i trust no other voice but your shrieking whisper they tell me they love me they tell me you tell me tell me love me

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC

ode to lonely

hold me in the dead of night when no one else will wear me a rusted red bangle choke my freedom spare me when angels are around consume me when they fly float from the mouths of those who say they love me i trust no other voice but your shrieking whisper they tell me they love me they tell me you tell me tell me love me

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this year I grew three trees from the dust to the blue with the assumption each would teach elm was the first, a fleeting fumble dripping in butterflies yet gone before the season was next came the oak, a sturdy promise it was he who taught me we rot from within the weeping came third, don’t all goods come in threes? if only the sweetest blush could float unwithered blinded by branches at nature’s cruel whim my trees did not fall but I did love did not touch me another buzz another breath it lingered lingered and left.

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Jan 17, 2020

Jan 17, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC

i h8 boyz

this year I grew three trees from the dust to the blue with the assumption each would teach elm was the first, a fleeting fumble dripping in butterflies yet gone before the season was next came the oak, a sturdy promise it was he who taught me we rot from within the weeping came third, don’t all goods come in threes? if only the sweetest blush could float unwithered blinded by branches at nature’s cruel whim my trees did not fall but I did love did not touch me another buzz another breath it lingered lingered and left.

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I breathe dust and think fire my mind sizzles with spirit I write with my left hand and see with both eyes but that doesn’t matter. thoughts without thought diffuse like poisonous gas from the mouth of the man his audience inhale malefic fumes “Homosexuality is against the will of mother nature” he hisses yet she is nowhere to be seen. when rain falls to the concrete I know she cries like the rest of us I am trapped in his freedom his right to speak as he likes takes away my right to exist. Only silence remains. I will not be reduced to a title a statistic a fixture of mindless rhetoric yet his words continue screeching darkness in my ears he doesn’t know love but he’ll do all that he can to strip it from others when his daughter sobs into her pillow and drips her scarlet shame on the white bathroom tiles - He’ll learn. until then his forked tongue will flick venom in the air the narrow tunnel of his mind unmined I long for the day people think before they say: I am not homophobic but

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC

mind-set

I breathe dust and think fire my mind sizzles with spirit I write with my left hand and see with both eyes but that doesn’t matter. thoughts without thought diffuse like poisonous gas from the mouth of the man his audience inhale malefic fumes “Homosexuality is against the will of mother nature” he hisses yet she is nowhere to be seen. when rain falls to the concrete I know she cries like the rest of us I am trapped in his freedom his right to speak as he likes takes away my right to exist. Only silence remains. I will not be reduced to a title a statistic a fixture of mindless rhetoric yet his words continue screeching darkness in my ears he doesn’t know love but he’ll do all that he can to strip it from others when his daughter sobs into her pillow and drips her scarlet shame on the white bathroom tiles - He’ll learn. until then his forked tongue will flick venom in the air the narrow tunnel of his mind unmined I long for the day people think before they say: I am not homophobic but

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