ericadanielle - Hello Poetry

Allow me to show myself to you Before you paint a picture of me without a reference Let me show you what beauty looks like Below the surface of the skin I’ll show you the flowers in my mind They’re so vibrant you’ll think it’s magic If you tried to recreate them, you’d never be able to find a shade that matches just right Some of these flowers might be wilted, but they’re still growing I try to be like them I’ll walk with you Down the spiraling staircase, from the garden of my mind We’ll walk among bookcases filled with my thoughts In a giant library of ideas My mind is a castle With thick walls And moats deeper than your imagination The drawbridge is almost always closed If you see it open, you know that’s one of the good days My castle is built of similes and metaphors so strong They could shatter a window better than any rock ever could I use diction as bricks I built this castle myself out of literary devices and pure magic My hypothetical brain castle is full of more secrets than you might think There are trap doors down every hallway Hidden rooms full of memories i like to keep to myself My castle has a dungeon I like to lock away the things I don’t want to think about There are doors that don’t open, in my castle Keys i lost a long time ago When i lose another key, it’s called “forgetting” Usually I don’t even notice There are vines creeping up the side of my castle Things that shouldn’t be there, but they won’t go away Later, you’ll realize they made it more beautiful Sometimes, I mistake the castle for a prison I forget that these walls are meant to protect me, not keep me sealed away My castle looks more like a cell, than a home I feel lost among in my library of ideas The books full of my thoughts seem to be written in a language i do not recognize I fall down trap doors i forget are there, and i mistake the flowers as weeds My castle looks more like a cell, than a home And all I want is to escape my own mind

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC

ericadanielle

Hypothetical Brain Castle

Allow me to show myself to you Before you paint a picture of me without a reference Let me show you what beauty looks like Below the surface of the skin I’ll show you the flowers in my mind They’re so vibrant you’ll think it’s magic If you tried to recreate them, you’d never be able to find a shade that matches just right Some of these flowers might be wilted, but they’re still growing I try to be like them I’ll walk with you Down the spiraling staircase, from the garden of my mind We’ll walk among bookcases filled with my thoughts In a giant library of ideas My mind is a castle With thick walls And moats deeper than your imagination The drawbridge is almost always closed If you see it open, you know that’s one of the good days My castle is built of similes and metaphors so strong They could shatter a window better than any rock ever could I use diction as bricks I built this castle myself out of literary devices and pure magic My hypothetical brain castle is full of more secrets than you might think There are trap doors down every hallway Hidden rooms full of memories i like to keep to myself My castle has a dungeon I like to lock away the things I don’t want to think about There are doors that don’t open, in my castle Keys i lost a long time ago When i lose another key, it’s called “forgetting” Usually I don’t even notice There are vines creeping up the side of my castle Things that shouldn’t be there, but they won’t go away Later, you’ll realize they made it more beautiful Sometimes, I mistake the castle for a prison I forget that these walls are meant to protect me, not keep me sealed away My castle looks more like a cell, than a home I feel lost among in my library of ideas The books full of my thoughts seem to be written in a language i do not recognize I fall down trap doors i forget are there, and i mistake the flowers as weeds My castle looks more like a cell, than a home And all I want is to escape my own mind

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Allow me to show myself to you Before you paint a picture of me without a reference Let me show you what beauty looks like Below the surface of the skin I’ll show you the flowers in my mind They’re so vibrant you’ll think it’s magic If you tried to recreate them, you’d never be able to find a shade that matches just right Some of these flowers might be wilted, but they’re still growing I try to be like them I’ll walk with you Down the spiraling staircase, from the garden of my mind We’ll walk among bookcases filled with my thoughts In a giant library of ideas My mind is a castle With thick walls And moats deeper than your imagination The drawbridge is almost always closed If you see it open, you know that’s one of the good days My castle is built of similes and metaphors so strong They could shatter a window better than any rock ever could I use diction as bricks I built this castle myself out of literary devices and pure magic My hypothetical brain castle is full of more secrets than you might think There are trap doors down every hallway Hidden rooms full of memories i like to keep to myself My castle has a dungeon I like to lock away the things I don’t want to think about There are doors that don’t open, in my castle Keys i lost a long time ago When i lose another key, it’s called “forgetting” Usually I don’t even notice There are vines creeping up the side of my castle Things that shouldn’t be there, but they won’t go away Later, you’ll realize they made it more beautiful Sometimes, I mistake the castle for a prison I forget that these walls are meant to protect me, not keep me sealed away My castle looks more like a cell, than a home I feel lost among in my library of ideas The books full of my thoughts seem to be written in a language i do not recognize I fall down trap doors i forget are there, and i mistake the flowers as weeds My castle looks more like a cell, than a home And all I want is to escape my own mind

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC

ericadanielle

Hypothetical Brain Castle

Allow me to show myself to you Before you paint a picture of me without a reference Let me show you what beauty looks like Below the surface of the skin I’ll show you the flowers in my mind They’re so vibrant you’ll think it’s magic If you tried to recreate them, you’d never be able to find a shade that matches just right Some of these flowers might be wilted, but they’re still growing I try to be like them I’ll walk with you Down the spiraling staircase, from the garden of my mind We’ll walk among bookcases filled with my thoughts In a giant library of ideas My mind is a castle With thick walls And moats deeper than your imagination The drawbridge is almost always closed If you see it open, you know that’s one of the good days My castle is built of similes and metaphors so strong They could shatter a window better than any rock ever could I use diction as bricks I built this castle myself out of literary devices and pure magic My hypothetical brain castle is full of more secrets than you might think There are trap doors down every hallway Hidden rooms full of memories i like to keep to myself My castle has a dungeon I like to lock away the things I don’t want to think about There are doors that don’t open, in my castle Keys i lost a long time ago When i lose another key, it’s called “forgetting” Usually I don’t even notice There are vines creeping up the side of my castle Things that shouldn’t be there, but they won’t go away Later, you’ll realize they made it more beautiful Sometimes, I mistake the castle for a prison I forget that these walls are meant to protect me, not keep me sealed away My castle looks more like a cell, than a home I feel lost among in my library of ideas The books full of my thoughts seem to be written in a language i do not recognize I fall down trap doors i forget are there, and i mistake the flowers as weeds My castle looks more like a cell, than a home And all I want is to escape my own mind

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I’ve heard more stories than you could imagine I’ve heard tales of heartbreak and sorrow more vivid than the sun I’ve listened to the cries of so many angels That the word “heaven” sounds like screaming We carry the weight of suffering the way that Atlas carries the world on his shoulders Is it a responsibility, or a punishment? I am not Atlas, but neither are you We’re all carrying a world on our shoulders Sometimes the weight of our own suffering is heavier than the air that we breathe, it pushes so hard against our chest that every breath feels like a war Your load feels lighter on my shoulders You are a warrior But no warrior has to fight alone, no war will be won if you are crushed before you can fight the battle We are warriors, and I will fight with you So give me your stories Give me the suffering that you’ve been holding on to for so long I’ll carry it, so that you don’t have to We are Atlas, we can hold the world up together.

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC

ericadanielle

We Are Atlas

I’ve heard more stories than you could imagine I’ve heard tales of heartbreak and sorrow more vivid than the sun I’ve listened to the cries of so many angels That the word “heaven” sounds like screaming We carry the weight of suffering the way that Atlas carries the world on his shoulders Is it a responsibility, or a punishment? I am not Atlas, but neither are you We’re all carrying a world on our shoulders Sometimes the weight of our own suffering is heavier than the air that we breathe, it pushes so hard against our chest that every breath feels like a war Your load feels lighter on my shoulders You are a warrior But no warrior has to fight alone, no war will be won if you are crushed before you can fight the battle We are warriors, and I will fight with you So give me your stories Give me the suffering that you’ve been holding on to for so long I’ll carry it, so that you don’t have to We are Atlas, we can hold the world up together.

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