g-a-b-r-i-e-l-a - Hello Poetry

A flash followed by a hiss of pain proceed chronically throughout the day a moan and despair the flicker of memory with a mistake and I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand yet it keeps pulling me in Far on the melancholy horizon with hues of amethyst and sapphire a single daffodil blooms against the spotlight I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand and through a flare of clarity, a dream manifests into truth echoes of glory pound along with the soft breeze yet it stops all too sudden and my fingers brush daffodil solace all before quicksand swallows the promise of freedom and keeps pulling me in

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Jul 9, 2020

Jul 9, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC

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Daffodils

A flash followed by a hiss of pain proceed chronically throughout the day a moan and despair the flicker of memory with a mistake and I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand yet it keeps pulling me in Far on the melancholy horizon with hues of amethyst and sapphire a single daffodil blooms against the spotlight I imagine my feet moving from the quicksand and through a flare of clarity, a dream manifests into truth echoes of glory pound along with the soft breeze yet it stops all too sudden and my fingers brush daffodil solace all before quicksand swallows the promise of freedom and keeps pulling me in

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ZOOOSH ZOOOSH White smoke lined cerulean hope and the train rushed right through like a shooting star on a dark plain she squinted and was forced to gaze when familiar faces stepped onto the train the train of aspiration mixed with aim she, the girl of elusive stone with lively feet glued to the ground and ticket in hand ready to set free was forced to yearn but withhold (a ghost attempting to grasp mass) as the train dashed right through her soul and her chest caved in knowing the train had left with her only a few feet away ZOOOSH ZOOOSH!

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC

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the train

ZOOOSH ZOOOSH White smoke lined cerulean hope and the train rushed right through like a shooting star on a dark plain she squinted and was forced to gaze when familiar faces stepped onto the train the train of aspiration mixed with aim she, the girl of elusive stone with lively feet glued to the ground and ticket in hand ready to set free was forced to yearn but withhold (a ghost attempting to grasp mass) as the train dashed right through her soul and her chest caved in knowing the train had left with her only a few feet away ZOOOSH ZOOOSH!

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Compressed material against dove-like skin it's iron coated with fire and ice a faultless vest trained from the best to reject nefarious activity thrown her way the tick of the clock breezed by and her mind forgot the feel of her petals against the wind, the jabs of thorns that drew blood, elation in the form of a smile, and the cadence of the wheels as age's stampede never slept suddenly the sun had risen and fallen more than a couple of times and the iron had blended with her skin dominant silver swirls and cream scrawls her forsaken emotions dissolved into her soul they thrashed and fought like wild animals tried to break free from the vest of fire and ice she felt the stings of bees in her pores though iron is too strong unbroken by the song of the tears that never fell. A ghost of a feeling brushed iron a mere tickle in a sea of solidity yet unfaltering and bulletproof vest never swayed an inch round her afflictive chained heart.

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Jun 6, 2019

Jun 6, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC

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bulletproof

Compressed material against dove-like skin it's iron coated with fire and ice a faultless vest trained from the best to reject nefarious activity thrown her way the tick of the clock breezed by and her mind forgot the feel of her petals against the wind, the jabs of thorns that drew blood, elation in the form of a smile, and the cadence of the wheels as age's stampede never slept suddenly the sun had risen and fallen more than a couple of times and the iron had blended with her skin dominant silver swirls and cream scrawls her forsaken emotions dissolved into her soul they thrashed and fought like wild animals tried to break free from the vest of fire and ice she felt the stings of bees in her pores though iron is too strong unbroken by the song of the tears that never fell. A ghost of a feeling brushed iron a mere tickle in a sea of solidity yet unfaltering and bulletproof vest never swayed an inch round her afflictive chained heart.

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Tufts of shamrock lea tickling the back of my feet as I my honey orbs darted across the meadow of elusive hope. His smile so proud of his moves so smooth the shard pieces of my heart I threw to apprise him of the colors of my soul that began to blend since the moment I saw him across the field of flimsy chance. He swaggered his way through the obstacles ahead smirked when he took note of the flies that hovered above but not the fawn of honey orbs that watched him across the field.

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC

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watch him across the field

Tufts of shamrock lea tickling the back of my feet as I my honey orbs darted across the meadow of elusive hope. His smile so proud of his moves so smooth the shard pieces of my heart I threw to apprise him of the colors of my soul that began to blend since the moment I saw him across the field of flimsy chance. He swaggered his way through the obstacles ahead smirked when he took note of the flies that hovered above but not the fawn of honey orbs that watched him across the field.

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Hefty wooden bricks piling for the sake of fierce tone that should be molded into the best of minds. Brick after brick she washed her hands with tender sheer tears that dribbled into the wall as a flawed synonym of cement the hammer palpitating brashly against the makeshift wall threatened to abolish and become a genocide of it's own. Even when the bricks shift into the dirt below our feet a mop will erase the evidence of her sedulous perseverance that will never be acknowledged like the leafs on her tree.

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Apr 4, 2019

Apr 4, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC

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The Pile of Nothing

Hefty wooden bricks piling for the sake of fierce tone that should be molded into the best of minds. Brick after brick she washed her hands with tender sheer tears that dribbled into the wall as a flawed synonym of cement the hammer palpitating brashly against the makeshift wall threatened to abolish and become a genocide of it's own. Even when the bricks shift into the dirt below our feet a mop will erase the evidence of her sedulous perseverance that will never be acknowledged like the leafs on her tree.

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Neon green sparkled through his orbs like the hope residing in his soul he stretched his arm made to grasp it with his hand but it had vanished like a passing wind in a desert day of forsaken sand. Neon green felt the desire like his heart in deep dire when the dashing star teased his being he smiled as if he could finally mean it didn't feel the light dying through his fingers leisurely as the clock never stopped ticking. Neon green extinguished in the blink of an eye the hours mingled like melting ice as his ear eavesdropped for the ring of a breath when yearning hit it's final note the sound of the end already approached and it captured him tightly in a net of gold as it vanished him vehemently from the appalling storm and left the pieces that nobody saw.

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC

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A Dreamer's Heart

Neon green sparkled through his orbs like the hope residing in his soul he stretched his arm made to grasp it with his hand but it had vanished like a passing wind in a desert day of forsaken sand. Neon green felt the desire like his heart in deep dire when the dashing star teased his being he smiled as if he could finally mean it didn't feel the light dying through his fingers leisurely as the clock never stopped ticking. Neon green extinguished in the blink of an eye the hours mingled like melting ice as his ear eavesdropped for the ring of a breath when yearning hit it's final note the sound of the end already approached and it captured him tightly in a net of gold as it vanished him vehemently from the appalling storm and left the pieces that nobody saw.

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Why do we keep moving when the sky doesn't? Why do we last so long when flowers don't? Why should I sew my lips when I own the answer? We question and the answer always comes back to why why why Question marks hover over our heads floating and bumping into each other like clouds in the sky never banishing even when the wind howls.

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC

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Why

Why do we keep moving when the sky doesn't? Why do we last so long when flowers don't? Why should I sew my lips when I own the answer? We question and the answer always comes back to why why why Question marks hover over our heads floating and bumping into each other like clouds in the sky never banishing even when the wind howls.

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She stepped into her suit it felt heavy against her skin the rough cloth with puncturing thorns hurt anybody who got too close just the way she liked it she looked around a war camp filled with blood and silent screamers eyes wide as shattered vases that was what she wanted she slaughtered them all like fleeing prey and a sob arose with the help of some force the deed was already done she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns she had pushed them away and now they would never return the flower was far from withered it had been cut to pieces and no glue would fix it she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns until the end of times.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC

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Puncturing Thorns

She stepped into her suit it felt heavy against her skin the rough cloth with puncturing thorns hurt anybody who got too close just the way she liked it she looked around a war camp filled with blood and silent screamers eyes wide as shattered vases that was what she wanted she slaughtered them all like fleeing prey and a sob arose with the help of some force the deed was already done she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns she had pushed them away and now they would never return the flower was far from withered it had been cut to pieces and no glue would fix it she would have to live with it with the weight of the bodies she killed with her own thorns until the end of times.

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An urge more powerful than the gods themselves a feeling so demanding like a roaring pounding sound a hammer shattering a wall of stone when she turned her head the other way the pounding just swelled louder louder louder raindrops dripped against the window like the tears on her smooth cheeks her hand hit the invisible wall when she realized there was no escape a prisoner in her own mind with a fire burning hotter hotter hotter At one point the pain turned to pleasure strange how ugly turned to beauty in a matter of result.

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC

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No Control

An urge more powerful than the gods themselves a feeling so demanding like a roaring pounding sound a hammer shattering a wall of stone when she turned her head the other way the pounding just swelled louder louder louder raindrops dripped against the window like the tears on her smooth cheeks her hand hit the invisible wall when she realized there was no escape a prisoner in her own mind with a fire burning hotter hotter hotter At one point the pain turned to pleasure strange how ugly turned to beauty in a matter of result.

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I placed the hammer on my chest and laid on the ground as the pain consumed me I tried to lift it a couple of times lift that endless weight between my ******* but I wasn't strong enough I would never be strong enough I placed a weight on top of the hammer and felt my heart skip a beat suddenly, I found it hard to breath I tried to lift it a couple of times but I wasn't strong enough I would never be strong enough It was all my fault I became the antagonist in my story and even the hero in me couldn't beat me the cycle continued and I fell deeper into the abyss of pain.

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Nov 20, 2018

Nov 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC

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It's All My Fault

I placed the hammer on my chest and laid on the ground as the pain consumed me I tried to lift it a couple of times lift that endless weight between my ******* but I wasn't strong enough I would never be strong enough I placed a weight on top of the hammer and felt my heart skip a beat suddenly, I found it hard to breath I tried to lift it a couple of times but I wasn't strong enough I would never be strong enough It was all my fault I became the antagonist in my story and even the hero in me couldn't beat me the cycle continued and I fell deeper into the abyss of pain.

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