chloe-marie-1 - Hello Poetry

I believe that the condition of our souls is what decides whether we go to heaven or hell There are some people in existence whose souls are charred, black burned out by their own fire I believe that a soul is a flame burning brighter as you strive to achieve your goals The flame dies when you lose yourself Whereas it burns out its core if you wreck yourself I believe that there are many people who have flames that grow brighter every day as they become stronger They are the people who walk themselves to greatness Others let their flame die They let the light leave their eyes However, I believe that an extinguished flame can be relit And although wood that has been turned to ash cannot hold a fire, I believe that new wood can be found to light that flame This is why that if the light is ever to leave your eyes, I will be here to help you rebuild your fire I believe that if you try, your flame will never die Though if does, it can always return I trust that my fire will illuminate the world as try to find myself with the help of this flame that glows brighter every day

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Mar 1, 2014

Mar 1, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

The fire in our souls

I believe that the condition of our souls is what decides whether we go to heaven or hell There are some people in existence whose souls are charred, black burned out by their own fire I believe that a soul is a flame burning brighter as you strive to achieve your goals The flame dies when you lose yourself Whereas it burns out its core if you wreck yourself I believe that there are many people who have flames that grow brighter every day as they become stronger They are the people who walk themselves to greatness Others let their flame die They let the light leave their eyes However, I believe that an extinguished flame can be relit And although wood that has been turned to ash cannot hold a fire, I believe that new wood can be found to light that flame This is why that if the light is ever to leave your eyes, I will be here to help you rebuild your fire I believe that if you try, your flame will never die Though if does, it can always return I trust that my fire will illuminate the world as try to find myself with the help of this flame that glows brighter every day

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Life is a game Where people play you Messing with the controls So you do exactly what they need So you give them just what they need Life is a nightmare That I try to wake up from But my eyes have been glued shut So I'm left here To torture you with my agonizing screams As I live in fear in this realm of darkness Life is a pattern That perhaps isn't so bad It goes on and on, with a few interruptions that teach us lesson after lesson while we have the privilege laugh Life is a chance That we should try to take Even when there are more ups than downs Because the tears and all the unfairness are no match for the smiles that bring us joy day after difficult day

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Jan 27, 2014

Jan 27, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

Untitled

Life is a game Where people play you Messing with the controls So you do exactly what they need So you give them just what they need Life is a nightmare That I try to wake up from But my eyes have been glued shut So I'm left here To torture you with my agonizing screams As I live in fear in this realm of darkness Life is a pattern That perhaps isn't so bad It goes on and on, with a few interruptions that teach us lesson after lesson while we have the privilege laugh Life is a chance That we should try to take Even when there are more ups than downs Because the tears and all the unfairness are no match for the smiles that bring us joy day after difficult day

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Life is a winding road that is part of a bigger arcade It is a game, part of a never-ending cycle They say you must "work" for a "good" future, but I'm starting to think that it's all a synonym for a game You go to school for what seems like forever Then once you graduate, you attend another school, and another one after that Finally when the nightmare ends, It's time to start earning a living It's time to start working, day after tiring day Exhaustion and depression and seclusion arising, all for the purpose of "living" Then, at last, retirement arrives only to be interrupted by an urgent phone call from the hospital It's all a game, really Non-stop running while jumping over obstacles Grab the money before it's too late! There-- a chance for survival to last a little longer Demons come flooding in on the right corner of the screen Quick, you have to outrun them, even with so little lives left, as the top of the screen indicates Just keep running, on and on and on… Until, just like every other time, the flashing red letters materialize on the screen, forming the phrase that we all await: GAME OVER

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Dec 27, 2013

Dec 27, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC

chloe-marie-1

Just a Game

Life is a winding road that is part of a bigger arcade It is a game, part of a never-ending cycle They say you must "work" for a "good" future, but I'm starting to think that it's all a synonym for a game You go to school for what seems like forever Then once you graduate, you attend another school, and another one after that Finally when the nightmare ends, It's time to start earning a living It's time to start working, day after tiring day Exhaustion and depression and seclusion arising, all for the purpose of "living" Then, at last, retirement arrives only to be interrupted by an urgent phone call from the hospital It's all a game, really Non-stop running while jumping over obstacles Grab the money before it's too late! There-- a chance for survival to last a little longer Demons come flooding in on the right corner of the screen Quick, you have to outrun them, even with so little lives left, as the top of the screen indicates Just keep running, on and on and on… Until, just like every other time, the flashing red letters materialize on the screen, forming the phrase that we all await: GAME OVER

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Never been sure who to be Never been sure who to believe Who am I supposed to trust? Who am I supposed to keep my distance from? Why isn’t there a handbook Indicating who is a demon and who is an angel? You can see the halos when you’re up there, But don’t they know that down here we can’t see a thing? Demons and angels all look the same to me And if the only way to see the difference is up there, I’ll have to take my chances I’ll probably pick the wrong choice, Just like flipping heads or tails, And only then I get to see the difference The problem is that By that point, I’ll be seeing it from down there Because knowing me I’ll pick heads over tails Leading me to walk over to the sweeter looking one Who smiles and waves in such a reassuring way Who coaxes me into evil intentions Yet I don’t mind Because, oh lord, what a beautiful voice So rich and full and inviting… And lying Lying Lying Lying Every single word is a lie I say, “Let’s go down that path With all the trees and butterflies” Then you say, “No, that road scares me, Let’s take the darker one” So I go along Since I have learned that you’re always right The path gets darker with every step I take And soon it’s not a road but an inky black cloud I can’t see “Where are you!?” Fear grows inside me Then I see you: Blood red eyes, leather wings, daggers for teeth You laughed then, an evil, bone-chilling cackle I’ll never forget As you approached, folding your sickening wings around me, I knew where I was going Finally now I can tell the difference: The halos from the claws Except this isn’t exactly where I wanted to be I’m not up there Although, through the process, I have learned that you don’t always get what you want Now, all I get to do is watch as more victims get roped in Lured by the fake smiles and seducing faces And I can’t do a single thing about it

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

demons are prettier

Never been sure who to be Never been sure who to believe Who am I supposed to trust? Who am I supposed to keep my distance from? Why isn’t there a handbook Indicating who is a demon and who is an angel? You can see the halos when you’re up there, But don’t they know that down here we can’t see a thing? Demons and angels all look the same to me And if the only way to see the difference is up there, I’ll have to take my chances I’ll probably pick the wrong choice, Just like flipping heads or tails, And only then I get to see the difference The problem is that By that point, I’ll be seeing it from down there Because knowing me I’ll pick heads over tails Leading me to walk over to the sweeter looking one Who smiles and waves in such a reassuring way Who coaxes me into evil intentions Yet I don’t mind Because, oh lord, what a beautiful voice So rich and full and inviting… And lying Lying Lying Lying Every single word is a lie I say, “Let’s go down that path With all the trees and butterflies” Then you say, “No, that road scares me, Let’s take the darker one” So I go along Since I have learned that you’re always right The path gets darker with every step I take And soon it’s not a road but an inky black cloud I can’t see “Where are you!?” Fear grows inside me Then I see you: Blood red eyes, leather wings, daggers for teeth You laughed then, an evil, bone-chilling cackle I’ll never forget As you approached, folding your sickening wings around me, I knew where I was going Finally now I can tell the difference: The halos from the claws Except this isn’t exactly where I wanted to be I’m not up there Although, through the process, I have learned that you don’t always get what you want Now, all I get to do is watch as more victims get roped in Lured by the fake smiles and seducing faces And I can’t do a single thing about it

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I'm finally safe now Though I'm bloodied and bruised I look down at my legs They're both black and blue That ocean you filled up for me I swam right across I escaped every lie Every rumour and dagger I got away from the horror And evil you you radiate Every arrow, sword and knife you aimed at me, I dodged I evaded all you monsters You creatures of darkness Your sharp teeth and claws scraped me but I received no lasting wounds I made it through that cruel ocean Though I endured so much pain I now have my sweet island sanctuary While you're stuck in your own sea And we all made it out Since, unlike you, through all that We had our souls You may look human but inside you're not You're a monster, a demon Cruel and twisted The rest of us, we're all safe and sound While you drown in your own waters Mixed in with the blood we shed Us, the ones you tried to annihilate The ones you tortured and who Cowered in your presence We are badly beaten, yet we wear smiles While you plunge into the endless darkness you created

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Nov 21, 2013

Nov 21, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

You Tried To Break Me

I'm finally safe now Though I'm bloodied and bruised I look down at my legs They're both black and blue That ocean you filled up for me I swam right across I escaped every lie Every rumour and dagger I got away from the horror And evil you you radiate Every arrow, sword and knife you aimed at me, I dodged I evaded all you monsters You creatures of darkness Your sharp teeth and claws scraped me but I received no lasting wounds I made it through that cruel ocean Though I endured so much pain I now have my sweet island sanctuary While you're stuck in your own sea And we all made it out Since, unlike you, through all that We had our souls You may look human but inside you're not You're a monster, a demon Cruel and twisted The rest of us, we're all safe and sound While you drown in your own waters Mixed in with the blood we shed Us, the ones you tried to annihilate The ones you tortured and who Cowered in your presence We are badly beaten, yet we wear smiles While you plunge into the endless darkness you created

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I'm a shadow I'm a ghost I'm what's nagging at your mind I'm a memory from the past I'm lost and alone unloved and unknown I'm a queen I'm a duchess I'm a peasant I'm a slave I'm that picture that you look at thinking "Where did she go wrong?" I'm the moon I'm a star I'm the entire galaxy I'm a lie I'm unlucky I'm the gum that you spit out I'm a wisp of darkness, A touch light And partly nothing right I'm a runner I'm a flyer I am simply forgotten So there might be a minuscule void in your heart that remembers me, But I ceased existing long ago It won't change a thing if you recall who I am because you will never find me

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Nov 16, 2013

Nov 16, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

Existing is Overrated

I'm a shadow I'm a ghost I'm what's nagging at your mind I'm a memory from the past I'm lost and alone unloved and unknown I'm a queen I'm a duchess I'm a peasant I'm a slave I'm that picture that you look at thinking "Where did she go wrong?" I'm the moon I'm a star I'm the entire galaxy I'm a lie I'm unlucky I'm the gum that you spit out I'm a wisp of darkness, A touch light And partly nothing right I'm a runner I'm a flyer I am simply forgotten So there might be a minuscule void in your heart that remembers me, But I ceased existing long ago It won't change a thing if you recall who I am because you will never find me

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Ignored, unloved Misunderstood Unwanted, hated Perhaps I should Tell someone about it all There's a difference Between want and need And there's the fact You need blood to bleed I'm terrified, what if I fall? Shattered, torn A million pieces There's no way to smooth the creases I wish that I could see the light My knife and I We stain the floor The wind comes out Knock down my door I wish that I could say goodnight

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

Broken

Ignored, unloved Misunderstood Unwanted, hated Perhaps I should Tell someone about it all There's a difference Between want and need And there's the fact You need blood to bleed I'm terrified, what if I fall? Shattered, torn A million pieces There's no way to smooth the creases I wish that I could see the light My knife and I We stain the floor The wind comes out Knock down my door I wish that I could say goodnight

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we live in a wasteland built by the madmen and founded by demons we wade through this sea of chains and barbed wires while they simultaneously suffocate and scar, killing us both slowly... you can remind me as much as you like that there is good in the world yet even though that might be true it doesn't change the fact that in every corner of our realm of insanity evil lies and lurks no matter where we go, there will always be darkness terror hidden in the shadows searching for a soul to feed on for they are nothing but dead and decayed wisps of anger impatiently stirring fragments of hatred who wait for you to come along

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

The Realm of Insanity

we live in a wasteland built by the madmen and founded by demons we wade through this sea of chains and barbed wires while they simultaneously suffocate and scar, killing us both slowly... you can remind me as much as you like that there is good in the world yet even though that might be true it doesn't change the fact that in every corner of our realm of insanity evil lies and lurks no matter where we go, there will always be darkness terror hidden in the shadows searching for a soul to feed on for they are nothing but dead and decayed wisps of anger impatiently stirring fragments of hatred who wait for you to come along

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Sometimes I find it difficult to remember what life is worth when I am wading this deep in blue. If I am trying hard not to drown, how can I focus on the clouds? In the back of my mind, I will always know that there is good in the world. However the mind gets distracted when balancing on a tight rope. For if you fall there is no going back, only falling through the sky, watching people laugh together as you plummet to your doom. It just isn't easy to make it across the tight rope. What if it wasn't tied right? What if you fall off? What if a demon flies on by and carries you straight to Hell? I know that it could happen; the demon has already visited. The claw marks, the scratches, the nightmares will always be etched into my heart, soul and skin. They are scarred, as I will be forever.

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC

chloe-marie-1

The Tight Rope

Sometimes I find it difficult to remember what life is worth when I am wading this deep in blue. If I am trying hard not to drown, how can I focus on the clouds? In the back of my mind, I will always know that there is good in the world. However the mind gets distracted when balancing on a tight rope. For if you fall there is no going back, only falling through the sky, watching people laugh together as you plummet to your doom. It just isn't easy to make it across the tight rope. What if it wasn't tied right? What if you fall off? What if a demon flies on by and carries you straight to Hell? I know that it could happen; the demon has already visited. The claw marks, the scratches, the nightmares will always be etched into my heart, soul and skin. They are scarred, as I will be forever.

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