angela-5 - Hello Poetry

The beast and the fool the star of the game ready, set, pay to rid the toxic, to live without restrain. Done, done and over the jesters eyes big and older, standing still The fool knowing the order. Clever, quiet, listening Patiently ready to wait. The jester knew this tired game and playfully asked the beast to come down the hall, she used her magic and made him crawl, The beast down on all fours, rolling around, his back up and face down making himself happy reciting the lyrics of the jesters sound. The beast roared as he helped himself the jester silence watching in disbelief how selfish his lies, how deep his deceit. The jester let the beast show her door as he thought he had won once more… The jester took a leap as she needed him to think… 1. Sweet and all fun. 2. He wanted to eat, say anything to get his treat 3. Stuffed, full and cold: tired from his chore then his anger would start to bore. Click, click, click. One. Two. Three. The plan fell into place, the jester watched the motion repetitive like waves of the ocean. Predictable as the morning sun. Now the joker was ready to run. Her eyes filled with tears, The beast set the joker free as if came up with the idea all alone. The jester was thought to be the fool, playing the games, anything to please, Her words did not matter, as she was his joke She watched the beasts face beam full and bright to dark and hidden like a moon on a crisp October night. She started the count down knowing the steps of what would come next and the fool clever in all of her jest. Shocked at how easy it was to predict, the spell drifted over like the clock struck twevle the beast turned cold making sure he had the power to behold. Repeating his roar over and over again. The jester continued to run, away so fast, grabbing everything to never look back. She rid anything that had his mark knowing the beast never consume her space as he knew his doomed lonely fate. She runs so far away. She did not come to play. She came to put an end to all, letting him do. So easy to push her so far away using her rules the beast did totally play. She runs so hard, so fast, so far. She never ever Will he used for tricks and treats for this **** boy beast has had his last feast.

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC

Set Free

The beast and the fool the star of the game ready, set, pay to rid the toxic, to live without restrain. Done, done and over the jesters eyes big and older, standing still The fool knowing the order. Clever, quiet, listening Patiently ready to wait. The jester knew this tired game and playfully asked the beast to come down the hall, she used her magic and made him crawl, The beast down on all fours, rolling around, his back up and face down making himself happy reciting the lyrics of the jesters sound. The beast roared as he helped himself the jester silence watching in disbelief how selfish his lies, how deep his deceit. The jester let the beast show her door as he thought he had won once more… The jester took a leap as she needed him to think… 1. Sweet and all fun. 2. He wanted to eat, say anything to get his treat 3. Stuffed, full and cold: tired from his chore then his anger would start to bore. Click, click, click. One. Two. Three. The plan fell into place, the jester watched the motion repetitive like waves of the ocean. Predictable as the morning sun. Now the joker was ready to run. Her eyes filled with tears, The beast set the joker free as if came up with the idea all alone. The jester was thought to be the fool, playing the games, anything to please, Her words did not matter, as she was his joke She watched the beasts face beam full and bright to dark and hidden like a moon on a crisp October night. She started the count down knowing the steps of what would come next and the fool clever in all of her jest. Shocked at how easy it was to predict, the spell drifted over like the clock struck twevle the beast turned cold making sure he had the power to behold. Repeating his roar over and over again. The jester continued to run, away so fast, grabbing everything to never look back. She rid anything that had his mark knowing the beast never consume her space as he knew his doomed lonely fate. She runs so far away. She did not come to play. She came to put an end to all, letting him do. So easy to push her so far away using her rules the beast did totally play. She runs so hard, so fast, so far. She never ever Will he used for tricks and treats for this **** boy beast has had his last feast.

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When we first talked I remember his look. He saw right through me  And that’s what he took  Smells thick, heavy like mulch beneath   I knew then  This is Fearless hunting the lamb  And there it all began  Jump without looking into the depths  Run into his arms   Into his story  His dream   His land  Ocean rising and pulling from the shores Up in the clouds, filling the air  Fueling the eye that would not spare  Destroyed sobs heard the silent screams of despair  And it was then he did not care.  He stood, tall and proud and I the glare The ghost chewed eaten discarded   Stalked, chased and charmed; capture a beauty for his arm,  Release and dangle close for treats  This lasted for months and weeks  The tune never changed  The hum jolting up right  The beast no longer hungry  As he’d been fed  Stuffed like a coward on his king like bed, who else knew these sheets, lies, loves in lust.  Eats for two, awaiting the fight, his song loud like the ego he bore  Until I faded  A glare…No more.

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC

Kidnapped.

When we first talked I remember his look. He saw right through me  And that’s what he took  Smells thick, heavy like mulch beneath   I knew then  This is Fearless hunting the lamb  And there it all began  Jump without looking into the depths  Run into his arms   Into his story  His dream   His land  Ocean rising and pulling from the shores Up in the clouds, filling the air  Fueling the eye that would not spare  Destroyed sobs heard the silent screams of despair  And it was then he did not care.  He stood, tall and proud and I the glare The ghost chewed eaten discarded   Stalked, chased and charmed; capture a beauty for his arm,  Release and dangle close for treats  This lasted for months and weeks  The tune never changed  The hum jolting up right  The beast no longer hungry  As he’d been fed  Stuffed like a coward on his king like bed, who else knew these sheets, lies, loves in lust.  Eats for two, awaiting the fight, his song loud like the ego he bore  Until I faded  A glare…No more.

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I haven't been here in a while I forgot about some of the awful I remembered most of the good I seem to still be heart broken I am really good at loving Good isn't great It may be the only weakness I have It may be the only sad I'm truly sad It may be the only time I find to write It may be the last time I think to say goodnight Goodnight for no tomorrow I'm tired of chasing I'm tired of begging I'm tired of the re reads I'm tired of being in the dark Lucky for me I've been here before I've gotten up I've kept going I've always found anew And it's here to prove.

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC

Not Much.

I haven't been here in a while I forgot about some of the awful I remembered most of the good I seem to still be heart broken I am really good at loving Good isn't great It may be the only weakness I have It may be the only sad I'm truly sad It may be the only time I find to write It may be the last time I think to say goodnight Goodnight for no tomorrow I'm tired of chasing I'm tired of begging I'm tired of the re reads I'm tired of being in the dark Lucky for me I've been here before I've gotten up I've kept going I've always found anew And it's here to prove.

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November the 5th Bloodshot and broken Everything is lost. Steps to gain. Set her free. A gift not wanted. November the 5th Bloodshot and broken Alone and beaten Upward to move. Unable to beg. Unable to fake. Unable to prove. Heart still beating, ringing in the ears. Longing, crying, thump, thump, thump. November the 5th. Everything is lost. Steps to move. Please, no. A soft wail from deep within. Unspoken. November the 5th.

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC

November the 5th

November the 5th Bloodshot and broken Everything is lost. Steps to gain. Set her free. A gift not wanted. November the 5th Bloodshot and broken Alone and beaten Upward to move. Unable to beg. Unable to fake. Unable to prove. Heart still beating, ringing in the ears. Longing, crying, thump, thump, thump. November the 5th. Everything is lost. Steps to move. Please, no. A soft wail from deep within. Unspoken. November the 5th.

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The darkness is still but moving swiftly The light mist of spring The echos of night different for all Whispers of wizzing traffic off 8 mile Birds, night bugs and howling winds from the north. Night secrets cuddle sleep relax drewn

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Apr 21, 2014

Apr 21, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

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The darkness is still but moving swiftly The light mist of spring The echos of night different for all Whispers of wizzing traffic off 8 mile Birds, night bugs and howling winds from the north. Night secrets cuddle sleep relax drewn

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All I ever wanted was him. All I ever wanted was to travel All I ever wanted was to be inlove All I ever wanted was one good friend All I ever wanted I never have in the end. All I want is sleep. All I want is a place to be welcome A place free of questions Free of fights All I ever wanted was one chance to do better Better than yesterday And I sit alone Still wanting Thinking about my life I'm sleeping in the car. I'm done. I try I don't know what to do.

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Apr 12, 2014

Apr 12, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC

All I ever wanted

All I ever wanted was him. All I ever wanted was to travel All I ever wanted was to be inlove All I ever wanted was one good friend All I ever wanted I never have in the end. All I want is sleep. All I want is a place to be welcome A place free of questions Free of fights All I ever wanted was one chance to do better Better than yesterday And I sit alone Still wanting Thinking about my life I'm sleeping in the car. I'm done. I try I don't know what to do.

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"With tears in my eyes and love consuming my soul, I fought for you. In the war we met each other To how we became one, I fought for you. In the days of mixed colors, a sweet warm breeze; it was picture perfect, I fought for you. In the twisted night, trapped willfully; screaming silently to escape, I fought for you. I watched you as you held me in the soft secrets whispered we promised each other, I fought for you. In the dim light of morning we were lost in hopes and dreams of what could be, I fought for you. In the moments I thought the dim would magically turn to bright, I fought for you. In the moment of what could have been your last breath, I held mine and, I fought of you. When it was said and done, when the light crept up, I was blind; in a wild twist of only skin and bare bones, naked, shaking my head to hold your hand, blaming the boy... I fought for us. In parting ways, a river always flowing together we have reached the bend together parts of us will always be shared; parts of me, I would never asked to be returned. In the dim of morning, in the dark of night, in the shadow of two. I fight for me. "

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC

In her dark hour.

"With tears in my eyes and love consuming my soul, I fought for you. In the war we met each other To how we became one, I fought for you. In the days of mixed colors, a sweet warm breeze; it was picture perfect, I fought for you. In the twisted night, trapped willfully; screaming silently to escape, I fought for you. I watched you as you held me in the soft secrets whispered we promised each other, I fought for you. In the dim light of morning we were lost in hopes and dreams of what could be, I fought for you. In the moments I thought the dim would magically turn to bright, I fought for you. In the moment of what could have been your last breath, I held mine and, I fought of you. When it was said and done, when the light crept up, I was blind; in a wild twist of only skin and bare bones, naked, shaking my head to hold your hand, blaming the boy... I fought for us. In parting ways, a river always flowing together we have reached the bend together parts of us will always be shared; parts of me, I would never asked to be returned. In the dim of morning, in the dark of night, in the shadow of two. I fight for me. "

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I woke from the headlight, I reached, I confused the light. I paid for my sins, I waited. She cried for the light. That I could not see out of the grips of his hand, her light. His stern hand, shook mocking me hiding the light. I try each day to be better for her for me for the light.

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Sep 10, 2013

Sep 10, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC

The Light.

I woke from the headlight, I reached, I confused the light. I paid for my sins, I waited. She cried for the light. That I could not see out of the grips of his hand, her light. His stern hand, shook mocking me hiding the light. I try each day to be better for her for me for the light.

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All day I'm thinking about him, Where my ******* feel like I went for a swim I get lost in the idea of when I get home That moment, when I sit on his lap and he throws me around Were one of the couples who really do **** on the ground The door slams shut behind, as he pours my glass of wine racing to unbutton my shirt as he pulls up my skirt no foreplay to waste, as I feel him grow My heart pounds weaving thru traffic I put the key on the hook and he sees my look, too tired to **** tomorrow, he says and puts me to bed.

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Aug 29, 2013

Aug 29, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC

Too Tired to ****

All day I'm thinking about him, Where my ******* feel like I went for a swim I get lost in the idea of when I get home That moment, when I sit on his lap and he throws me around Were one of the couples who really do **** on the ground The door slams shut behind, as he pours my glass of wine racing to unbutton my shirt as he pulls up my skirt no foreplay to waste, as I feel him grow My heart pounds weaving thru traffic I put the key on the hook and he sees my look, too tired to **** tomorrow, he says and puts me to bed.

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I get to interview a well known, mainstream band I don't have anything planned I'm kinda nervous to sit down with these guys At least their drug years are over and everyone seems pretty sober. What do you ask? What would I want to know of someone that peaked eight years ago?

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Aug 29, 2013

Aug 29, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC

Interview

I get to interview a well known, mainstream band I don't have anything planned I'm kinda nervous to sit down with these guys At least their drug years are over and everyone seems pretty sober. What do you ask? What would I want to know of someone that peaked eight years ago?

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