candie-herrera - Hello Poetry

Last night was the first time in what seems like years that I was pleased with my work

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Aug 10, 2016

Aug 10, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC

Last night was the first time in what seems like years that I was pleased with my work

I stood on the seaweed green carpet in my room I can't sit on my bed I figured I should go out of this world standing tall as opposed to the Cowardice I'd been living so far It wasn't that difficult to get my hands on a gun My father had an antique revolver in the back of his closet Behind his box full of well-aged whiskey And a small package of bullets I loaded the silver bullet of hope My ticket out of suffering And heard it click into place Now came the second part, and perhaps the most difficult, of the deal This gun provides the lethal power and capability to blow my brains out and I Muster up the man power to simply pull the trigger A shaky hand lifted the refulgent gun to my temple One shot and I would be gone A sense of relief crept up and overwhelmed the acid waves in my stomach seizing its chance My mom was out at the grocery store and would make a stop to do some back-to-school shopping for me I didn't have the heart to tell her she would just be wasting her money And my dad was at work, the bags in his eyes from working long nights would droop more and the crevices around his eyes would multiply when he found out about his son My siblings were at their cousin's house and I'm sure the neighbors wouldn't care of the ear splitting noise As my finger pulled down an immense pain grew in my head The dull blue walls began to spin I found myself on the carpet and a river of crimson flowed down my arm and soiled the brilliance of the revolver. Gray and black dots speckled my vision and the blurry picture went completely out in my left eye Slight vibrations of footsteps thumping up the stairs pulsed through the carpet There was banging on the door And eventually someone breaking the door through I just wanted to be left alone to die, didn't they ever see it? Manic sobs of a women and,"My baby, not my baby!" rang throughout the room My lips parted as I attempted to say,"It's ok, I'll be ok, I can finally be happy" but nothing came out Only blood Shaking fingers stroked my hair desperately and I saw a piece of my head come off in my mother's hand She cradled my head in her lap already presuming me dead and sobbed silently into my chest Smearing blood onto her delicate face The pool of crimson turned into an ocean And I dived right into death

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC

Bleh

I stood on the seaweed green carpet in my room I can't sit on my bed I figured I should go out of this world standing tall as opposed to the Cowardice I'd been living so far It wasn't that difficult to get my hands on a gun My father had an antique revolver in the back of his closet Behind his box full of well-aged whiskey And a small package of bullets I loaded the silver bullet of hope My ticket out of suffering And heard it click into place Now came the second part, and perhaps the most difficult, of the deal This gun provides the lethal power and capability to blow my brains out and I Muster up the man power to simply pull the trigger A shaky hand lifted the refulgent gun to my temple One shot and I would be gone A sense of relief crept up and overwhelmed the acid waves in my stomach seizing its chance My mom was out at the grocery store and would make a stop to do some back-to-school shopping for me I didn't have the heart to tell her she would just be wasting her money And my dad was at work, the bags in his eyes from working long nights would droop more and the crevices around his eyes would multiply when he found out about his son My siblings were at their cousin's house and I'm sure the neighbors wouldn't care of the ear splitting noise As my finger pulled down an immense pain grew in my head The dull blue walls began to spin I found myself on the carpet and a river of crimson flowed down my arm and soiled the brilliance of the revolver. Gray and black dots speckled my vision and the blurry picture went completely out in my left eye Slight vibrations of footsteps thumping up the stairs pulsed through the carpet There was banging on the door And eventually someone breaking the door through I just wanted to be left alone to die, didn't they ever see it? Manic sobs of a women and,"My baby, not my baby!" rang throughout the room My lips parted as I attempted to say,"It's ok, I'll be ok, I can finally be happy" but nothing came out Only blood Shaking fingers stroked my hair desperately and I saw a piece of my head come off in my mother's hand She cradled my head in her lap already presuming me dead and sobbed silently into my chest Smearing blood onto her delicate face The pool of crimson turned into an ocean And I dived right into death

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It's not fair that she is basking in a glorious hour of learning in the same room as you She'll wrap her arms around you like thirsty vines and toss her head back and laugh The thieving look in her eye fixed on your lips to steal a kiss The lips that once stole a kiss from me because if it were I in that room, to take a test I had not studied for for the duration of an eternity would be worth it just to see your lethal body

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC

Unfair

It's not fair that she is basking in a glorious hour of learning in the same room as you She'll wrap her arms around you like thirsty vines and toss her head back and laugh The thieving look in her eye fixed on your lips to steal a kiss The lips that once stole a kiss from me because if it were I in that room, to take a test I had not studied for for the duration of an eternity would be worth it just to see your lethal body

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