erin-a-reed - Hello Poetry

Some mornings come with a side of regret, The product of long dark hours, Long dark dreams, infinite thoughts, That cannot be cast aside with such pale light. Its roots taste of truth, but bitter.

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Jun 22, 2011

Jun 22, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC

Untitled stream of thought

Some mornings come with a side of regret, The product of long dark hours, Long dark dreams, infinite thoughts, That cannot be cast aside with such pale light. Its roots taste of truth, but bitter.

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it seemed fitting. it was what you wanted to hear. I wanted it to be true. You lied first. it bought some time. it just seemed right. I couldn't admit . . . You cut deep. it saved face. it was easier. I hoped it would change. You deserved it. It mattered. But it doesn't anymore.

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Mar 25, 2011

Mar 25, 2011 at 1:17 AM UTC

I Lied Because

it seemed fitting. it was what you wanted to hear. I wanted it to be true. You lied first. it bought some time. it just seemed right. I couldn't admit . . . You cut deep. it saved face. it was easier. I hoped it would change. You deserved it. It mattered. But it doesn't anymore.

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Trapped inside a nest of lies, Raging against the sea and skies, I run from prying hands and eyes but am faced with what i most despise: A Truth that I cannot disguise.

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Mar 25, 2011

Mar 25, 2011 at 1:08 AM UTC

Revelation

Trapped inside a nest of lies, Raging against the sea and skies, I run from prying hands and eyes but am faced with what i most despise: A Truth that I cannot disguise.

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Eyes Meet and connect, flicker grey in green blue in brown. Souls brace for impact and Flesh warms.

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Mar 19, 2011

Mar 19, 2011 at 4:07 AM UTC

Chance

Eyes Meet and connect, flicker grey in green blue in brown. Souls brace for impact and Flesh warms.

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There is a truth that I Could never believe And acceptance of which I could never conceive: A heart that is mine With mind to match. Such and elusive creature I never dreamed I'd catch. But now I open my eyes To days so full and bright. I open up my soul To this feeling that it's right.

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Feb 7, 2011

Feb 7, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC

An attempt at expression

There is a truth that I Could never believe And acceptance of which I could never conceive: A heart that is mine With mind to match. Such and elusive creature I never dreamed I'd catch. But now I open my eyes To days so full and bright. I open up my soul To this feeling that it's right.

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So I'll climb back on this metaphoric horse, High and long since gone, Remembering life and lethal force And where the lines were drawn. The issues are spent, still never away, Surfacing once in a while. Closure not found for memories stay, Haunting and tasting of bile.

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Feb 3, 2011

Feb 3, 2011 at 1:31 PM UTC

Untitled MH

So I'll climb back on this metaphoric horse, High and long since gone, Remembering life and lethal force And where the lines were drawn. The issues are spent, still never away, Surfacing once in a while. Closure not found for memories stay, Haunting and tasting of bile.

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So we met with Fate And looked him in the eye. So we killed the sleeping dogs And left them there to Lie, Whiteness burying the black, Remeberance forgetting: Truth is in a salad bowl held in heart-shaped setting So we watched the days go by And eventually lost track. So we through the wolves ourselves And then lay there in a stack, Bound head and hand, Our sanity exceeding The wariness of will, And souls bare bleeding.

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Feb 2, 2011

Feb 2, 2011 at 2:46 PM UTC

Faint

So we met with Fate And looked him in the eye. So we killed the sleeping dogs And left them there to Lie, Whiteness burying the black, Remeberance forgetting: Truth is in a salad bowl held in heart-shaped setting So we watched the days go by And eventually lost track. So we through the wolves ourselves And then lay there in a stack, Bound head and hand, Our sanity exceeding The wariness of will, And souls bare bleeding.

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I spent the better part Of an Hour, staring At my veins, tracing Blue lines with Black marker, Sharpie. I won't tell you how I spent the worse part. Different lines run Through my skin I counted them: Faded and Fresh. Grim tally of Triple digits.

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Feb 2, 2011

Feb 2, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC

SI SM

I spent the better part Of an Hour, staring At my veins, tracing Blue lines with Black marker, Sharpie. I won't tell you how I spent the worse part. Different lines run Through my skin I counted them: Faded and Fresh. Grim tally of Triple digits.

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I swim in bare walls, Dark tide, images: glass meets tile, crashes Ricochets, Stings; sheets Tattered. Life through a grinder. Splintered. Unnatural menagerie, The tiger crawls, Surfaces. Escapes the well. Breaks cold links: Steel, Iron, Indestructable spiderwebs spun fervently, Silent explosion. The tiger flexes, nails Grip flesh. I am torn inside Out. Vertigo. The tiger paces, restless among confines, spinning eyes. I will the world to Burn. Drown. End.

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Feb 2, 2011

Feb 2, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC

Toxic Blooms

I swim in bare walls, Dark tide, images: glass meets tile, crashes Ricochets, Stings; sheets Tattered. Life through a grinder. Splintered. Unnatural menagerie, The tiger crawls, Surfaces. Escapes the well. Breaks cold links: Steel, Iron, Indestructable spiderwebs spun fervently, Silent explosion. The tiger flexes, nails Grip flesh. I am torn inside Out. Vertigo. The tiger paces, restless among confines, spinning eyes. I will the world to Burn. Drown. End.

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Seeing and smiling, I calmly explode, Typically unpredictiable, I am Shaking sorrow from my coat, Drowning in rage. Living and lost in oblivion, I'm breathing but still not here. An outsite in my own life, I Rely on broken cruise control.

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Feb 2, 2011

Feb 2, 2011 at 2:36 PM UTC

Episode

Seeing and smiling, I calmly explode, Typically unpredictiable, I am Shaking sorrow from my coat, Drowning in rage. Living and lost in oblivion, I'm breathing but still not here. An outsite in my own life, I Rely on broken cruise control.

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