anonymous_narwhal - Hello Poetry

In a drunken haze i stumble through the meadow Toes entwine with milkweed and purple aster I fall Crawling through the tall grass Vision blind Dizzy Dazed My nail bitten fingers scratch at the dirt Tasting the soil Love me Love me Love me I whisper The birds rustle at the disturbance. Brilliant, white, beautiful. They become a frenzy of feathers in the sky. Blocking out the sun. taking all warmth. They swoop down. Wings, beaks, talons. They tear at my skin. Stealing its color. The breath of their wings have stirred up dandelion fluff Wishes dance in the air. I inhale the delicately decayed flowers. In a frantic attempt to lift me from me self hatred intoxication. Instead i choke. Wishes fill me up and I heave Retching out my insides. My esophagus, my appendix, my tonsils My trust, my love, my dreams. Everything the defines me I remove Becoming Nothing but a hollow skeleton of what was. I am left there shaking, raw, ashamed, scared.

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Aug 8, 2019

Aug 8, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

the breath of white wings

In a drunken haze i stumble through the meadow Toes entwine with milkweed and purple aster I fall Crawling through the tall grass Vision blind Dizzy Dazed My nail bitten fingers scratch at the dirt Tasting the soil Love me Love me Love me I whisper The birds rustle at the disturbance. Brilliant, white, beautiful. They become a frenzy of feathers in the sky. Blocking out the sun. taking all warmth. They swoop down. Wings, beaks, talons. They tear at my skin. Stealing its color. The breath of their wings have stirred up dandelion fluff Wishes dance in the air. I inhale the delicately decayed flowers. In a frantic attempt to lift me from me self hatred intoxication. Instead i choke. Wishes fill me up and I heave Retching out my insides. My esophagus, my appendix, my tonsils My trust, my love, my dreams. Everything the defines me I remove Becoming Nothing but a hollow skeleton of what was. I am left there shaking, raw, ashamed, scared.

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i never realized i was holding my breath that i was suffocating myslef until I found the words that allowed me to breathe.

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Apr 7, 2019

Apr 7, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

( i vs. I )

i never realized i was holding my breath that i was suffocating myslef until I found the words that allowed me to breathe.

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sometimes you have to burn your bridges even if it means losing your way home

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

untitled

sometimes you have to burn your bridges even if it means losing your way home

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No one believed her No one heard her voice So she stopped talking Stopped asking for a hand to hold Stopped hoping that someone Anyone Would tell her it's okay That she is not to blame That it is not her fault So she stepped into the role as hero She set his world ablaze Just like he destroyed her Returning his third-degree burns That flame she sparked Held the fumes of her voice Lost long ago She does not regret it, even though it hurt Because sometimes you have to burn your bridges Even if that means Losing your way home

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

burning bridges

No one believed her No one heard her voice So she stopped talking Stopped asking for a hand to hold Stopped hoping that someone Anyone Would tell her it's okay That she is not to blame That it is not her fault So she stepped into the role as hero She set his world ablaze Just like he destroyed her Returning his third-degree burns That flame she sparked Held the fumes of her voice Lost long ago She does not regret it, even though it hurt Because sometimes you have to burn your bridges Even if that means Losing your way home

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Ah, I remember her well. She used to roam the woods brandishing her scepter of sticks Commanding the creatures of the forest The blue jays loved her, all the animals loved her, but, especially those blue jays They brought her gifts. And accompanied her on all her adventures And watched her from the branches In return She gave offerings of bread and warm milk And wore their feathers in her hair Oh my, her hair was a wild mess Sticks Pebbles Feathers And Braids And somehow That wild tangled mess Made me smile She made everyone smile She took a particular liking to me I watched over her but in reality she watched over me Imagine that a little girl pep in her step and sparkle in her eye taking care of a scarred man like me We had a trade a weekly occurrence A story for a story A tale for a tale She would whisper a story filled to the brim with fairies and trolls and trees with purple blossoms and golden roots I would hand her knowledge about the world She saw the truth in people called them flavors said mine was a cup of hot chocolate spiked with peppermint I once asked her what her truth is asked her about her flavor Frosting and moondust she said with a smile Now don't look at me like that, She had her flaws Even the most magnificent paintings faded with time. What happened you ask? She grew up And everything changed The winds didn't carry the scent of honeysuckle And the crickets never sang. She cut her hair. And her smile was guarded Weighted down by a heavy stone. The Bluejays observed solemnly from the dead tree branches As she withered away The forest no longer hummed And the town never felt so lonely Even I lost a piece of me When she got on that train Without a wave goodbye Maybe one day The creek will chuckle again And she will come back and Finish that story About the king and his butterflies And I will tell the tale About the origin of the moon. But, perhaps that is just an old man's wishful thinking. ~

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Mar 5, 2019

Mar 5, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

Bluejays & Braids

Ah, I remember her well. She used to roam the woods brandishing her scepter of sticks Commanding the creatures of the forest The blue jays loved her, all the animals loved her, but, especially those blue jays They brought her gifts. And accompanied her on all her adventures And watched her from the branches In return She gave offerings of bread and warm milk And wore their feathers in her hair Oh my, her hair was a wild mess Sticks Pebbles Feathers And Braids And somehow That wild tangled mess Made me smile She made everyone smile She took a particular liking to me I watched over her but in reality she watched over me Imagine that a little girl pep in her step and sparkle in her eye taking care of a scarred man like me We had a trade a weekly occurrence A story for a story A tale for a tale She would whisper a story filled to the brim with fairies and trolls and trees with purple blossoms and golden roots I would hand her knowledge about the world She saw the truth in people called them flavors said mine was a cup of hot chocolate spiked with peppermint I once asked her what her truth is asked her about her flavor Frosting and moondust she said with a smile Now don't look at me like that, She had her flaws Even the most magnificent paintings faded with time. What happened you ask? She grew up And everything changed The winds didn't carry the scent of honeysuckle And the crickets never sang. She cut her hair. And her smile was guarded Weighted down by a heavy stone. The Bluejays observed solemnly from the dead tree branches As she withered away The forest no longer hummed And the town never felt so lonely Even I lost a piece of me When she got on that train Without a wave goodbye Maybe one day The creek will chuckle again And she will come back and Finish that story About the king and his butterflies And I will tell the tale About the origin of the moon. But, perhaps that is just an old man's wishful thinking. ~

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Gadiaseite ~ gad-EEE-ah-site ~ NOUN Definition: The great abyss of the empty page, a wishing well with churning waters so deep you can't see the bottom—only the shimmer of coins shine through, entwined with the efforts of past attempts—you can recover the wishes but only if you hold your breath and dive into the unknown waters. Etymology: Derived from the Latin word Gaida meaning waiting and the German word Seiten meaning pages.

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

Wordsmithing One

Gadiaseite ~ gad-EEE-ah-site ~ NOUN Definition: The great abyss of the empty page, a wishing well with churning waters so deep you can't see the bottom—only the shimmer of coins shine through, entwined with the efforts of past attempts—you can recover the wishes but only if you hold your breath and dive into the unknown waters. Etymology: Derived from the Latin word Gaida meaning waiting and the German word Seiten meaning pages.

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threw me in the river! swallowed the lock and key! tied me up and drowned me! I was happy as could be!

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

lock & key

threw me in the river! swallowed the lock and key! tied me up and drowned me! I was happy as could be!

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I was too young too small to know you hurt me. "its what friends do!" you said with a smile, before, you corrupted me. I was too young too small and yet a quiet voice at the end of the day whispers you could have stopped it

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

yeses and nos

I was too young too small to know you hurt me. "its what friends do!" you said with a smile, before, you corrupted me. I was too young too small and yet a quiet voice at the end of the day whispers you could have stopped it

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Forest limb wands Skipping by the hidden pond Stomping through the woods These are the memories of your childhood. Monsters under the bed Playing with your little red sled Friends in the neighborhood These are the memories of your childhood.

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

Monsters & Imagination

Forest limb wands Skipping by the hidden pond Stomping through the woods These are the memories of your childhood. Monsters under the bed Playing with your little red sled Friends in the neighborhood These are the memories of your childhood.

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Look! She is drowning You never once turn your head Even though she cries.

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Dec 18, 2018

Dec 18, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC

anonymous_narwhal

salty tears & neglect

Look! She is drowning You never once turn your head Even though she cries.

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