bella-3 - Hello Poetry

You made daises bloom in the darkest parts of my mind and laced my thoughts with honey You make dragon flies flutter in my soul and the centipedes crawl out from beneath my skin You stop demons from vomiting blood in my mouth and the dead no longer hurt me I do not close my eyes when I cross busy streets anymore and cutting out of my own skin is option number two now I do not take pills when my heart hurts I am not better yet I still **** at my ribcage and pray for roses to blossom between my broken bones my spine continues to choke me and spiders still weave webs intricately between my veins my anatomy is still in ropes of sugar and fat that bubble under my skin I still have poems on my thighs and fingers still poke around in my throat and emerge ****** and distraught it hurts to swallow and fill up the canyons beneath my fractured ribs and I still breath in crystals of sleep to calm my crying nerves my stomach remains full of knotted snakes slithering out of the cocoon that is my mouth and I’d still choose to die When all I know is to never hurt you

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC

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You made daises bloom in the darkest parts of my mind and laced my thoughts with honey You make dragon flies flutter in my soul and the centipedes crawl out from beneath my skin You stop demons from vomiting blood in my mouth and the dead no longer hurt me I do not close my eyes when I cross busy streets anymore and cutting out of my own skin is option number two now I do not take pills when my heart hurts I am not better yet I still **** at my ribcage and pray for roses to blossom between my broken bones my spine continues to choke me and spiders still weave webs intricately between my veins my anatomy is still in ropes of sugar and fat that bubble under my skin I still have poems on my thighs and fingers still poke around in my throat and emerge ****** and distraught it hurts to swallow and fill up the canyons beneath my fractured ribs and I still breath in crystals of sleep to calm my crying nerves my stomach remains full of knotted snakes slithering out of the cocoon that is my mouth and I’d still choose to die When all I know is to never hurt you

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Do not tell me that I am beautiful Do not even tell me I am pretty Because your words will ensnare my heart and burn like ****** because how can you tell me those lies those lies they hurt almost more than the arsenic I feel when you don't breathe a word and maybe if you say those words enough I will loose myself in your smile and believe you but then they will only stick like honey and blister my core then the moment you leave I'll be worse off than before

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC

com-pli-ment

Do not tell me that I am beautiful Do not even tell me I am pretty Because your words will ensnare my heart and burn like ****** because how can you tell me those lies those lies they hurt almost more than the arsenic I feel when you don't breathe a word and maybe if you say those words enough I will loose myself in your smile and believe you but then they will only stick like honey and blister my core then the moment you leave I'll be worse off than before

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I want to be a poet but what is a poet? do the words tumble out of your mouth like a water fall? do verses fill up the crevices of your brain? can you write a book in an hour because you are a poet? Is it difficult to form words that emphasize the things you see? can you make anything beautiful? can you make me beautiful? do you need an exquisite vocabulary or the talent of a thousand men? do the words roll of your tongue naturally or do you examine each aspect of your writings? do you put thought into your work or is there even a line between the two? Poetry.

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May 5, 2013

May 5, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC

po-et-ry

I want to be a poet but what is a poet? do the words tumble out of your mouth like a water fall? do verses fill up the crevices of your brain? can you write a book in an hour because you are a poet? Is it difficult to form words that emphasize the things you see? can you make anything beautiful? can you make me beautiful? do you need an exquisite vocabulary or the talent of a thousand men? do the words roll of your tongue naturally or do you examine each aspect of your writings? do you put thought into your work or is there even a line between the two? Poetry.

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breath. exhale, inhale, you are alive. suffocating, falling, drowning, no. breath deeper deprivation of air is a horribly little thing horrible but, little. NO big, breath because it is important it is a horribly big thing You are alive blood surges through your veins air tingles your throat you can move dainty swift its difficult but you are alive aren't you? yes slicing your flesh doesn't prove that you are alive sitting laying breathing being, proves that you are alive

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May 5, 2013

May 5, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC

asphyxiation.

breath. exhale, inhale, you are alive. suffocating, falling, drowning, no. breath deeper deprivation of air is a horribly little thing horrible but, little. NO big, breath because it is important it is a horribly big thing You are alive blood surges through your veins air tingles your throat you can move dainty swift its difficult but you are alive aren't you? yes slicing your flesh doesn't prove that you are alive sitting laying breathing being, proves that you are alive

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