before-the-moon-melts - Hello Poetry

people really should stop building homes out of bones. when all you're left with are tears and blood, and your memories slowly seep into your veins until you can't bear to think of them at all unless it means ripping apart yourself, that's when you know that not enough humans in this world realize that their words are knives that penetrate your spines and shatter your skulls and your head can't hold any of the dark anymore and you'll shut your eyes tight hoping you'll wake up and it'll all be gone but it won't, it won't and you'll feel the familiar pangs of remorse through the spaces between your fingers and the tips of your hair and it will ache everywhere and that's when you'll need you the most because face it, nobody is going to hold you up better than yourself and it's high time you realized that.

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Aug 21, 2015

Aug 21, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC

Rant

people really should stop building homes out of bones. when all you're left with are tears and blood, and your memories slowly seep into your veins until you can't bear to think of them at all unless it means ripping apart yourself, that's when you know that not enough humans in this world realize that their words are knives that penetrate your spines and shatter your skulls and your head can't hold any of the dark anymore and you'll shut your eyes tight hoping you'll wake up and it'll all be gone but it won't, it won't and you'll feel the familiar pangs of remorse through the spaces between your fingers and the tips of your hair and it will ache everywhere and that's when you'll need you the most because face it, nobody is going to hold you up better than yourself and it's high time you realized that.

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*I want to heal, but how can i swallow the stars if I'm already choking on the ashes of his love? The blood of his voice is seeping into my wounds and I can't breathe. He's gone ahead and set fire to my ribs that once used to embrace his butterflies.* WELL, MAYBE YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND PEEL HIM OFF OF YOUR SKIN AND CAGE UP YOUR MEMORIES AND WAIT. Sometimes all it takes is time.

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC

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*I want to heal, but how can i swallow the stars if I'm already choking on the ashes of his love? The blood of his voice is seeping into my wounds and I can't breathe. He's gone ahead and set fire to my ribs that once used to embrace his butterflies.* WELL, MAYBE YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND PEEL HIM OFF OF YOUR SKIN AND CAGE UP YOUR MEMORIES AND WAIT. Sometimes all it takes is time.

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She spent all her time Knitting with crimson wool Because there was nothing more tragically beautiful Than unfurling grief Into woven harmony.

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC

Spool of grief

She spent all her time Knitting with crimson wool Because there was nothing more tragically beautiful Than unfurling grief Into woven harmony.

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It wasn't until her fingertips bled Against her raw, numb skin That she realised that her pain was Not superficial But Carved across her bones and Etched into her veins

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC

Pain

It wasn't until her fingertips bled Against her raw, numb skin That she realised that her pain was Not superficial But Carved across her bones and Etched into her veins

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His eyes are all i see when i shut mine. I wish the dark would hold me closer than he ever could and seep into my fingernails to stop me from biting them to fragments. And on silent nights, even if stop paying attention to the ticking of the blue wall clock and shut out sound, i can still hear his heat beat in a rhythm that leaves me yearning to tear down my walls and build up a fort to stop myself from missing him.

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC

Untitled

His eyes are all i see when i shut mine. I wish the dark would hold me closer than he ever could and seep into my fingernails to stop me from biting them to fragments. And on silent nights, even if stop paying attention to the ticking of the blue wall clock and shut out sound, i can still hear his heat beat in a rhythm that leaves me yearning to tear down my walls and build up a fort to stop myself from missing him.

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It’s not yet time, but I can feel it coming my way I’m regretting this already, with each aching day It’s like this huge beast that I simply can’t defeat Yet without it I am utterly incomplete I can’t help feeling this way; you can’t blame me for the dark That deep, seething rage that always leaves its mark Just close in one the pain and let it all repeat But without it I am utterly incomplete. And the songs of the black whisper well into the night Yet I revel in its presence and welcome its sight And if this is how it ends, then its no great feat For I know that finally I will be complete

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC

Incomplete

It’s not yet time, but I can feel it coming my way I’m regretting this already, with each aching day It’s like this huge beast that I simply can’t defeat Yet without it I am utterly incomplete I can’t help feeling this way; you can’t blame me for the dark That deep, seething rage that always leaves its mark Just close in one the pain and let it all repeat But without it I am utterly incomplete. And the songs of the black whisper well into the night Yet I revel in its presence and welcome its sight And if this is how it ends, then its no great feat For I know that finally I will be complete

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It’s the same thing over and over again Bright lights, silhouettes, graves of the rain Drink in the woes, shut out the pain But she can’t stop, it drives her insane Running through the fog; she can’t reach the other side Running off a cliff; she’s empty inside And the waves don’t call her home to rest forever more Stuck in wisps of smoke with nothing to root for But the words will guide her through chimes of the night The words will linger to move her to the light And they will whisper in her ear to fly To the woven glades of life, up in the sky And radiant suns beckon her into their embrace Finally, the spirit of faith has found her place.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC

Faith

It’s the same thing over and over again Bright lights, silhouettes, graves of the rain Drink in the woes, shut out the pain But she can’t stop, it drives her insane Running through the fog; she can’t reach the other side Running off a cliff; she’s empty inside And the waves don’t call her home to rest forever more Stuck in wisps of smoke with nothing to root for But the words will guide her through chimes of the night The words will linger to move her to the light And they will whisper in her ear to fly To the woven glades of life, up in the sky And radiant suns beckon her into their embrace Finally, the spirit of faith has found her place.

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it's cold outside and i can't feel a thing i'm numb from the pain this nightmare brings i shut my eyes, i don't open them, not just yet there are my demons and savages i haven't met it's dark in here, i can't see the light where is my angel to guide me through the night? i'm just going to let my walls break away i've got nothing to lose if i don't live to see the day. there's no where i can hide now, nowhere i can go where's the path in life when my dreams will grow? i've lost my way and can't get through resort to my demons it's all i can do.

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC

Lost

it's cold outside and i can't feel a thing i'm numb from the pain this nightmare brings i shut my eyes, i don't open them, not just yet there are my demons and savages i haven't met it's dark in here, i can't see the light where is my angel to guide me through the night? i'm just going to let my walls break away i've got nothing to lose if i don't live to see the day. there's no where i can hide now, nowhere i can go where's the path in life when my dreams will grow? i've lost my way and can't get through resort to my demons it's all i can do.

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She said she was over that. But I knew she remembered every single detail, everything just the way it was. The smell of coffee in the room, the colour of his skin, just greying and almost withering away, and the pattern of the curtain that hid the world from his dying breath. She said she was over that, but at night she breaks down and weeps and all the strings inside of her break down and I can feel her crying even though she thinks I'm asleep, and her tears burn her skin and she whispers his name in an earnest effort to bring him back from the embrace of death but she knows he can't find his way back and her eyes cannot hold any more sadness than it already does. She says she's over that. But I know better.

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC

Poison

She said she was over that. But I knew she remembered every single detail, everything just the way it was. The smell of coffee in the room, the colour of his skin, just greying and almost withering away, and the pattern of the curtain that hid the world from his dying breath. She said she was over that, but at night she breaks down and weeps and all the strings inside of her break down and I can feel her crying even though she thinks I'm asleep, and her tears burn her skin and she whispers his name in an earnest effort to bring him back from the embrace of death but she knows he can't find his way back and her eyes cannot hold any more sadness than it already does. She says she's over that. But I know better.

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