anniecammie - Hello Poetry

Things are getting bad again It was a long time coming I try to escape it But I’m tired of running Things are getting bad again How can I outlive this ghost? How do I know it’s not me? They say there are things Lurking in the deep you can’t see And there are some things we must be Befriend the ghost Things are getting bad again We came down this road Potholes, sinkholes, dead ends Rerun and rewatch the episode Things are getting bad again Just a matter of time Like I said before Like they forewarn Flirting with It so obscure I am running out of time Then in the nick, I make it out — barely alive Things are getting bad again

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC

The Infinite

Things are getting bad again It was a long time coming I try to escape it But I’m tired of running Things are getting bad again How can I outlive this ghost? How do I know it’s not me? They say there are things Lurking in the deep you can’t see And there are some things we must be Befriend the ghost Things are getting bad again We came down this road Potholes, sinkholes, dead ends Rerun and rewatch the episode Things are getting bad again Just a matter of time Like I said before Like they forewarn Flirting with It so obscure I am running out of time Then in the nick, I make it out — barely alive Things are getting bad again

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i've always wanted to die ever since 4th grade even when i'm happy i'm nonexistent if dead so why be alive? but i breathe instead in this cozy grave i made i just don't wish to transfer my pain so i keep inside of my veins but as i grow older, my bones frail love feels colder sing "sweet nightingale" makes me a bit bolder, it's easier to bail with a devil on my shoulder demons drift me off to hell i was frozen you broke me free that wasn't the life i've chosen dragged me out to sea you should've drowned me we die as we are born, vulnerable and torn you create too much, leave people in the dust we live as we die smile and cry it's not worth this life isn't a gift but i'm too scared to drift back to sea

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC

back to sea

i've always wanted to die ever since 4th grade even when i'm happy i'm nonexistent if dead so why be alive? but i breathe instead in this cozy grave i made i just don't wish to transfer my pain so i keep inside of my veins but as i grow older, my bones frail love feels colder sing "sweet nightingale" makes me a bit bolder, it's easier to bail with a devil on my shoulder demons drift me off to hell i was frozen you broke me free that wasn't the life i've chosen dragged me out to sea you should've drowned me we die as we are born, vulnerable and torn you create too much, leave people in the dust we live as we die smile and cry it's not worth this life isn't a gift but i'm too scared to drift back to sea

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you'll always live in the margins of my mind you rushed me into the light then left me behind now it's cold and dark i try to light a fire, but i can't without your spark i'm in love with a liar you came in my life abruptly the grandest entrance when i fell in love with you, i didn't know it was a life sentence 'cause you'll never love me maybe that's meant to be maybe you not loving me saved me I expected so much more I learned you're not who I thought Now I'm not who I was before I don't want a love that's bought I expect so much more

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC

unrequited

you'll always live in the margins of my mind you rushed me into the light then left me behind now it's cold and dark i try to light a fire, but i can't without your spark i'm in love with a liar you came in my life abruptly the grandest entrance when i fell in love with you, i didn't know it was a life sentence 'cause you'll never love me maybe that's meant to be maybe you not loving me saved me I expected so much more I learned you're not who I thought Now I'm not who I was before I don't want a love that's bought I expect so much more

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My hands are shaking My heart is racing My feet are pacing They think I'm faking My bones turn to stone It's all I've ever known My muscles atrophy Pain got the best of me It's invisible and deceitful Failures made me cynical Solutions are only temporary This body of mine is the enemy Inflammation spreads like wildfire I'm tired of being so tired Nothing stops the torture, but I'm fighting like a soldier My body rebels It is a prison cell Trapped in my own hell Gunshots fire inside I really have tried

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC

inferno

My hands are shaking My heart is racing My feet are pacing They think I'm faking My bones turn to stone It's all I've ever known My muscles atrophy Pain got the best of me It's invisible and deceitful Failures made me cynical Solutions are only temporary This body of mine is the enemy Inflammation spreads like wildfire I'm tired of being so tired Nothing stops the torture, but I'm fighting like a soldier My body rebels It is a prison cell Trapped in my own hell Gunshots fire inside I really have tried

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i'm merely a mosaic of broken glass slow hands, delicacy is all i ask are you up for the task? your flowers have bloomed beautifully now you can dream peacefully in your sleep without your demon's interrupting scream i once was fragmentary until you put me back in one piece until you pieced me back together never asked to be a normal being now i don't recognize a thing about me no longer a mosaic, just shattered glass

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC

frag men tary

i'm merely a mosaic of broken glass slow hands, delicacy is all i ask are you up for the task? your flowers have bloomed beautifully now you can dream peacefully in your sleep without your demon's interrupting scream i once was fragmentary until you put me back in one piece until you pieced me back together never asked to be a normal being now i don't recognize a thing about me no longer a mosaic, just shattered glass

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we brag about our influences second chances, we are romantics i want a smaller globe do you always do what you're told? that's unfamiliar to me colliding philosophies if you try to please everybody, you'll never yourself be pleased harmony can be a disease

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC

tectonic

we brag about our influences second chances, we are romantics i want a smaller globe do you always do what you're told? that's unfamiliar to me colliding philosophies if you try to please everybody, you'll never yourself be pleased harmony can be a disease

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When everyone runs back and forth, I am your true north I'm afraid how the pendulum will swing If you'll hate me in the day and love me at night 'Cause no matter what, I can't get it right Even though you left for better things, I'll be waiting for the pendulum to swing

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC

pendulum

When everyone runs back and forth, I am your true north I'm afraid how the pendulum will swing If you'll hate me in the day and love me at night 'Cause no matter what, I can't get it right Even though you left for better things, I'll be waiting for the pendulum to swing

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I used to be your number one fan Now I can't listen to a single song Don't you remember the good days When we used to get along Our stomachs swirling Our fingers dancing Now my body is in mourning We used to see eye to eye Now your eyes wander Once you say goodbye, I'm a goner

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC

5/24/18

I used to be your number one fan Now I can't listen to a single song Don't you remember the good days When we used to get along Our stomachs swirling Our fingers dancing Now my body is in mourning We used to see eye to eye Now your eyes wander Once you say goodbye, I'm a goner

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Sometimes I believe my body is cursed When I am burdened with all this pain Wearing my disability like a bright, red stain I think ahead to many years when it’ll be worse When I can’t pick up a pen or unbutton my shirt Or finish school or start a career When more and more limitations start to appear Sometimes I believe my body is cursed

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC

as the world awakes

Sometimes I believe my body is cursed When I am burdened with all this pain Wearing my disability like a bright, red stain I think ahead to many years when it’ll be worse When I can’t pick up a pen or unbutton my shirt Or finish school or start a career When more and more limitations start to appear Sometimes I believe my body is cursed

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I feel as if my head is sliding off my neck like ice cream melting down the cone. I am a witch melting, shrinking smaller as my spine stacks horizontally like shiplap. My body has been refurbished into a pinball machine. Something so tiny as a silver ball destroys so much. It bullets through my body, shooting off like Cuban missiles. I feel the turmoil and chaos seeping through the gutters of this old home of bones. It's like spilled oil sludging through my blood vessels or rats scattering through a sewer, nibbling and feasting away on these muscles of mine until they are frayed like gnawed-on cable wires. At odd hours of the night when time is propelled by the safe travels of breath (that weave in and out like Victorians at a ball) from sleepy children who have yet been touched by monsters or nymphs, whereas each of my breaths steer Odysseus's weather-beaten boat through ten years of treachery. My heavy, melting head slowly sloping like clay off a bust makes its home on my dingy pillow as I lay on a prison bed with cold shackles around my ankles that make my bones shatter into a mosaic as if that could shrink my ankles so I can slip out. I feel like a chained hawk at these hours of the night when I just want to fly until I screech to a halt and flail over the cliff that waterfalls into the ends of the universe. I'd be reluctant at first, perhaps, but what other escape does one have other than to make an autopsist's Y-incision on one's body, then slip out like a hermit crab freeing himself from his heavy shell? Embarking onto a new dimension where there's hope for a radical swap of atoms that don't shape a crippled, deteriorating human is the only choice when you want to live a life other than what you were cursed with. May we then find peace and live as naked souls bearing no heavy shells.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC

to be without shell

I feel as if my head is sliding off my neck like ice cream melting down the cone. I am a witch melting, shrinking smaller as my spine stacks horizontally like shiplap. My body has been refurbished into a pinball machine. Something so tiny as a silver ball destroys so much. It bullets through my body, shooting off like Cuban missiles. I feel the turmoil and chaos seeping through the gutters of this old home of bones. It's like spilled oil sludging through my blood vessels or rats scattering through a sewer, nibbling and feasting away on these muscles of mine until they are frayed like gnawed-on cable wires. At odd hours of the night when time is propelled by the safe travels of breath (that weave in and out like Victorians at a ball) from sleepy children who have yet been touched by monsters or nymphs, whereas each of my breaths steer Odysseus's weather-beaten boat through ten years of treachery. My heavy, melting head slowly sloping like clay off a bust makes its home on my dingy pillow as I lay on a prison bed with cold shackles around my ankles that make my bones shatter into a mosaic as if that could shrink my ankles so I can slip out. I feel like a chained hawk at these hours of the night when I just want to fly until I screech to a halt and flail over the cliff that waterfalls into the ends of the universe. I'd be reluctant at first, perhaps, but what other escape does one have other than to make an autopsist's Y-incision on one's body, then slip out like a hermit crab freeing himself from his heavy shell? Embarking onto a new dimension where there's hope for a radical swap of atoms that don't shape a crippled, deteriorating human is the only choice when you want to live a life other than what you were cursed with. May we then find peace and live as naked souls bearing no heavy shells.

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