carrina - Hello Poetry

Tiny crescent moon Strings of silver light fall upon each crack in concrete Dew drops caress the greenery Reflecting shadows on pavement While capturing moon light Every chirp of a morning cricket lost in the night Like the sap filled tree covered in chemical love Destined to be suffocated by a promise Growing tall and old in woods of the past Seemingly untouched Yet ran through the filters of this society Broken and damaged Just as the morning cricket and the sap filled tree Tiny crescent moon Seemingly untouched

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC

Seemingly untouched

Tiny crescent moon Strings of silver light fall upon each crack in concrete Dew drops caress the greenery Reflecting shadows on pavement While capturing moon light Every chirp of a morning cricket lost in the night Like the sap filled tree covered in chemical love Destined to be suffocated by a promise Growing tall and old in woods of the past Seemingly untouched Yet ran through the filters of this society Broken and damaged Just as the morning cricket and the sap filled tree Tiny crescent moon Seemingly untouched

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You don't have to fear death We are everything that was And everything that will be That's the way it's always been And the way it always will be

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC

We are Everything

You don't have to fear death We are everything that was And everything that will be That's the way it's always been And the way it always will be

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A vacant room of dark spaces, where furniture once lay An empty lot of trash and cracked concrete Where weeds take root with hopes of becoming trees And cobwebs span for miles Worn wind chimes still glisten in sun Papers of bad handwriting fly with the wind This place left unoccupied for so much time Small lives make home in the walls, While this home settles further beneath dirt This place reminds me of our forgetfulness, our need to not rebuild As a place turns old we leave it behind, never to fix again, never to feel loved again Weeping floorboards Walls crying tears of yellow paint Roof caving in feeling hollow Abandoned places Forgotten Always forgotten

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC

Abandoned Places

A vacant room of dark spaces, where furniture once lay An empty lot of trash and cracked concrete Where weeds take root with hopes of becoming trees And cobwebs span for miles Worn wind chimes still glisten in sun Papers of bad handwriting fly with the wind This place left unoccupied for so much time Small lives make home in the walls, While this home settles further beneath dirt This place reminds me of our forgetfulness, our need to not rebuild As a place turns old we leave it behind, never to fix again, never to feel loved again Weeping floorboards Walls crying tears of yellow paint Roof caving in feeling hollow Abandoned places Forgotten Always forgotten

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I won't stay a minute past when I am welcome The tea can sit cold, while the fire dims slowly Shadows of angry hands eat the walls alive And stomps make drums of the floor Windows pull and stretch as light leaves the room And the door tenses with a cold touch Wood creaks, but knows when to silence I won't stay a minute past when I am welcome Now you sit, with cold tea and dead fire No shadows or stomps Light remains steady, door relaxed And the wood creaks, as I leave

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC

Walking Away

I won't stay a minute past when I am welcome The tea can sit cold, while the fire dims slowly Shadows of angry hands eat the walls alive And stomps make drums of the floor Windows pull and stretch as light leaves the room And the door tenses with a cold touch Wood creaks, but knows when to silence I won't stay a minute past when I am welcome Now you sit, with cold tea and dead fire No shadows or stomps Light remains steady, door relaxed And the wood creaks, as I leave

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I think I'll just keep the memories already made you chose to follow the sun, where only light fuels your life while I follow the moon, where I can chase the dark where fear walks next to me instead of inside me you said sadness and anger are too painful to feel I say if that's how I feel then I will embrace it I cry in the shower, throw things across the room scream until my voice runs away and yes, I wallow in a pool of my own tears but know, I smile until my cheeks beg for rest I laugh until my stomach hurts and my eyes water dance everywhere, unburdened by confused stares I'm sorry some thing are too painful for you but that's why I follow the moon he watches me cry it all away, then he reminds me to smile

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC

I Follow The Moon

I think I'll just keep the memories already made you chose to follow the sun, where only light fuels your life while I follow the moon, where I can chase the dark where fear walks next to me instead of inside me you said sadness and anger are too painful to feel I say if that's how I feel then I will embrace it I cry in the shower, throw things across the room scream until my voice runs away and yes, I wallow in a pool of my own tears but know, I smile until my cheeks beg for rest I laugh until my stomach hurts and my eyes water dance everywhere, unburdened by confused stares I'm sorry some thing are too painful for you but that's why I follow the moon he watches me cry it all away, then he reminds me to smile

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You, the satellite filling the sky Looking down on me as you often do Tell me what do you see, As you circle my world Do your metallic limbs stiffen when you see my smile Or do they remain lifeless, the ones I'm all too familiar with Envy turns my teeth chattering and my eyes swollen You, getting to hold the stars As I get to cry beneath them You soak up the suns warmth, less delayed You, actual freedom You, shiny even in the day I don't envy you I envy your strength to get away I guess I'm too attached Too many feelings demanding to be felt Do you feel sad way up there?

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC

Satellite

You, the satellite filling the sky Looking down on me as you often do Tell me what do you see, As you circle my world Do your metallic limbs stiffen when you see my smile Or do they remain lifeless, the ones I'm all too familiar with Envy turns my teeth chattering and my eyes swollen You, getting to hold the stars As I get to cry beneath them You soak up the suns warmth, less delayed You, actual freedom You, shiny even in the day I don't envy you I envy your strength to get away I guess I'm too attached Too many feelings demanding to be felt Do you feel sad way up there?

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there are no voids in me only furnished rooms awaiting company room in my foot, so we can dance amongst the stars my knee, so we can crawl along beaches of gold my thigh, so we can glide over silk sheets my belly, so we can digest the world my chest, so we can breath adventure my neck, so we can sing melodies of love my ears, to hear your every sound my eyes, to see every beautiful movement my nose, to smell the intoxicating scent called you my mouth, to taste your lips and my head, to be filled with memories, of you

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC

Room

there are no voids in me only furnished rooms awaiting company room in my foot, so we can dance amongst the stars my knee, so we can crawl along beaches of gold my thigh, so we can glide over silk sheets my belly, so we can digest the world my chest, so we can breath adventure my neck, so we can sing melodies of love my ears, to hear your every sound my eyes, to see every beautiful movement my nose, to smell the intoxicating scent called you my mouth, to taste your lips and my head, to be filled with memories, of you

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So skillful with strings of silk Give the world an illusion of life Seeming to move like me Seeming to look like me Mr. Puppeteer Elegant in his wrists Passion dripping from his finger tips All knowing of expectations The show of a lifetime Only let's you see it once Mr. Puppeteer I saw your silk covered chains Shouldn't have painted my eyes with such life I touched your elegant wrists Shouldn't have made them so cold I tasted the passion from your fingertips Tastily sour, unsettling Illusion of life only works if controlled Funny, your smile was painted on too Mr. Puppeteer I see the holes in your limbs See the dangle of your legs Why are your eyes wiped away You couldn't get away either

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC

To The Puppeteer

So skillful with strings of silk Give the world an illusion of life Seeming to move like me Seeming to look like me Mr. Puppeteer Elegant in his wrists Passion dripping from his finger tips All knowing of expectations The show of a lifetime Only let's you see it once Mr. Puppeteer I saw your silk covered chains Shouldn't have painted my eyes with such life I touched your elegant wrists Shouldn't have made them so cold I tasted the passion from your fingertips Tastily sour, unsettling Illusion of life only works if controlled Funny, your smile was painted on too Mr. Puppeteer I see the holes in your limbs See the dangle of your legs Why are your eyes wiped away You couldn't get away either

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An untainted breath fills my lungs Tingling from an unexpected breeze The moon so curved to the point I imagine my body Silhouette matching the moon Dark colours invading my eyes Bringing my senses to life Wet grass so curved to the point My body's imprint lay there lifeless Wet grass cold to the touch Shiver sent goosebumps Chasing each other in a game of tag Your lips so curved to the point Fingers opening to the sight I only want to know of curved lips Eclipse of a mouth As foggy mirrors lay in between Stars like bonfires of reaching wood Covering me in an unfamiliar scent Asking each moment to be followed By an even greater gift This life so curved to the point Destination Give me journey

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC

For Right Now

An untainted breath fills my lungs Tingling from an unexpected breeze The moon so curved to the point I imagine my body Silhouette matching the moon Dark colours invading my eyes Bringing my senses to life Wet grass so curved to the point My body's imprint lay there lifeless Wet grass cold to the touch Shiver sent goosebumps Chasing each other in a game of tag Your lips so curved to the point Fingers opening to the sight I only want to know of curved lips Eclipse of a mouth As foggy mirrors lay in between Stars like bonfires of reaching wood Covering me in an unfamiliar scent Asking each moment to be followed By an even greater gift This life so curved to the point Destination Give me journey

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hold him in your palm jump into the middle of the ocean and bury him at the bottom tell him to let the water surround him let the water engulf him, inside and out when that doesn't work, sing to him soft melodies, calm and quiet tell him to let the sound of your voice take him away let your voice engulf him, inside and out when that doesn't work, place your lips on his forehead kiss away the worry that wilts his mind tell him to let your kiss release the poison let your kiss engulf him, inside and out when that doesn't work, take him to the field lay him in the grass tell him to take root, on his own let him stand, on his own he doesn't belong in your palm you gave him enough you can't revive a wilting flower but you can breath the hope of revival it's up to him, to be engulfed by it

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC

How To Revive A Wilting Flower

hold him in your palm jump into the middle of the ocean and bury him at the bottom tell him to let the water surround him let the water engulf him, inside and out when that doesn't work, sing to him soft melodies, calm and quiet tell him to let the sound of your voice take him away let your voice engulf him, inside and out when that doesn't work, place your lips on his forehead kiss away the worry that wilts his mind tell him to let your kiss release the poison let your kiss engulf him, inside and out when that doesn't work, take him to the field lay him in the grass tell him to take root, on his own let him stand, on his own he doesn't belong in your palm you gave him enough you can't revive a wilting flower but you can breath the hope of revival it's up to him, to be engulfed by it

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