gabriella-jane - Hello Poetry

I found a home in your hands and took refuge in your words A knight in shining armor, it seemed almost too good to be true. I observed as your charming indie boy facade faded fast and you shed your sheep clothing. Ill tempered with glazed over eyes Your hand would tighten around my throat We both talked of death sleeping ******* smoking You promised me the world But did not hesitate when you pulled the rug from out underneath me. "How can you put your faith into what the stars say?" And I simply replied "Because they were there every night for me when God wasn’t." The nights when I would pray to just be taken away from it all, to make the incessant arguing stop. Asking questions as to: Why I had to walk in on my mother with a man who wasn’t my father? Why I had to pull the barrel out of my father’s mouth and watch him weep? Or why my cat, who seemed to be my only friend in the world had been ran over that summer? A sudden realization that I’d rather put my faith into a zodiac calendar instead of sitting in a church pew. How did I get here? I blinked once and I was forced to grow up, the world had grown become cruel and cold, and in times like these a void expanded in my chest so heavily that I questioned where my real faith needed to be. Your attempt to dictate my spirit only made me rebel more. You would preach how women should act a certain way That maybe I should wear less makeup And wear longer skirts to protect not only my but "our virtue" You said homosexuality was a sin Claiming a couple of the same *** could never truly lie down at night and love each other. "Let Christ into your life and you'll be forgiven" you'd say "Like when you told me about that girl you kissed on the lips last summer." As we sat in pulse stopping silence for the rest of my family dinner. So what you are really implying here, is if you're save by grace it's okay to be an ******* If you always hurting the one's you love You might as well become a self proclaimed narcissist instead of a self righteous ******* son of your God.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC

1:09 am

I found a home in your hands and took refuge in your words A knight in shining armor, it seemed almost too good to be true. I observed as your charming indie boy facade faded fast and you shed your sheep clothing. Ill tempered with glazed over eyes Your hand would tighten around my throat We both talked of death sleeping ******* smoking You promised me the world But did not hesitate when you pulled the rug from out underneath me. "How can you put your faith into what the stars say?" And I simply replied "Because they were there every night for me when God wasn’t." The nights when I would pray to just be taken away from it all, to make the incessant arguing stop. Asking questions as to: Why I had to walk in on my mother with a man who wasn’t my father? Why I had to pull the barrel out of my father’s mouth and watch him weep? Or why my cat, who seemed to be my only friend in the world had been ran over that summer? A sudden realization that I’d rather put my faith into a zodiac calendar instead of sitting in a church pew. How did I get here? I blinked once and I was forced to grow up, the world had grown become cruel and cold, and in times like these a void expanded in my chest so heavily that I questioned where my real faith needed to be. Your attempt to dictate my spirit only made me rebel more. You would preach how women should act a certain way That maybe I should wear less makeup And wear longer skirts to protect not only my but "our virtue" You said homosexuality was a sin Claiming a couple of the same *** could never truly lie down at night and love each other. "Let Christ into your life and you'll be forgiven" you'd say "Like when you told me about that girl you kissed on the lips last summer." As we sat in pulse stopping silence for the rest of my family dinner. So what you are really implying here, is if you're save by grace it's okay to be an ******* If you always hurting the one's you love You might as well become a self proclaimed narcissist instead of a self righteous ******* son of your God.

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soft hearted boy, we kiss and it was nothing like fireworks nothing like electricity surging through our veins it was more like gallons of warm water engulfing us. flannel sheets on bare skin in november we spill into one another vulnerable a vague remembrance of my childhood home i can taste it in your kiss lonesome crowded chest learning how to be again.

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Nov 23, 2013

Nov 23, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC

mine

soft hearted boy, we kiss and it was nothing like fireworks nothing like electricity surging through our veins it was more like gallons of warm water engulfing us. flannel sheets on bare skin in november we spill into one another vulnerable a vague remembrance of my childhood home i can taste it in your kiss lonesome crowded chest learning how to be again.

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Your private heart is pure, with light beaming from the youthful cracks. I can hear those thoughts tip-toe around inside your head Five whispered confessions At four in the morning Three words slip from your lips The two of us tucked away under blankets And how I want to be one of the only things You can't imagine your life without.

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Nov 7, 2013

Nov 7, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC

muse

Your private heart is pure, with light beaming from the youthful cracks. I can hear those thoughts tip-toe around inside your head Five whispered confessions At four in the morning Three words slip from your lips The two of us tucked away under blankets And how I want to be one of the only things You can't imagine your life without.

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Fall into the subtleties of another's mind Deep dark secrets project out the back of your skull I do believe eyes are genuinely windows into the soul A touch that leaves you intoxicated A gentleness so underrated Please stay under these sheets a little longer I beg You are like a nap on a summers day Like the sun warming my face I never want to lose this feeling Won't you stay awhile?

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC

s t a y

Fall into the subtleties of another's mind Deep dark secrets project out the back of your skull I do believe eyes are genuinely windows into the soul A touch that leaves you intoxicated A gentleness so underrated Please stay under these sheets a little longer I beg You are like a nap on a summers day Like the sun warming my face I never want to lose this feeling Won't you stay awhile?

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Dry swallow these pills just like you did your pride These hands clumsier than this manic heart of mine I wouldn’t mind being your morning coffee Sleepy, warm, against your lips. I tried to be a flower attempted to be a kiss trying not to be disappointed because I’m still only human.

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Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC

being human

Dry swallow these pills just like you did your pride These hands clumsier than this manic heart of mine I wouldn’t mind being your morning coffee Sleepy, warm, against your lips. I tried to be a flower attempted to be a kiss trying not to be disappointed because I’m still only human.

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They say when people leave your life They continue to live in your heart I guess that explains all the time I’ve spent clawing at this chest of mine Tired to drown my problems But those ******** learned how to swim Ripped you off like a bandaid But somehow your mark, remained there. Scars Scattered From being touched by certian people Let’s contrast Let’s compare I’m a very small thing existing in this very big world And I don’t know if I can be alone much longer.

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Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC

s c a r s

They say when people leave your life They continue to live in your heart I guess that explains all the time I’ve spent clawing at this chest of mine Tired to drown my problems But those ******** learned how to swim Ripped you off like a bandaid But somehow your mark, remained there. Scars Scattered From being touched by certian people Let’s contrast Let’s compare I’m a very small thing existing in this very big world And I don’t know if I can be alone much longer.

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Words are only as lonely as you make them My hands are cold, will you love me anyway? I sliced off a chunk of my heart to give to you But you only complained because the blood stained your shoes. Shallow graves Shallow hearts Pick me ups And fall a parts These knees black and blue from falling down your priority list Its time to disappear for awhile I want to disappear.

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Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC

o c t o b e r

Words are only as lonely as you make them My hands are cold, will you love me anyway? I sliced off a chunk of my heart to give to you But you only complained because the blood stained your shoes. Shallow graves Shallow hearts Pick me ups And fall a parts These knees black and blue from falling down your priority list Its time to disappear for awhile I want to disappear.

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Kiss me quick like the seconds of static Before the needle hits the groove. I sigh defeatedly when I am reminded of the last time Your lips, brushed up against mine. I am tired of watching this blue record spin Now it only reminds me of your eyes When will you ever learn? When will you stop romanticizing things that hurt?

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Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC

this old record

Kiss me quick like the seconds of static Before the needle hits the groove. I sigh defeatedly when I am reminded of the last time Your lips, brushed up against mine. I am tired of watching this blue record spin Now it only reminds me of your eyes When will you ever learn? When will you stop romanticizing things that hurt?

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picture you and I intertwined picture you and I fusing at the seams picture you and I consuming one another picture something better move on nothing but faint memories gasps sighs out loud your fingertips were the worse thing to ever happen to me they were oh, they were love me paralyze me you’ve snapped my spine in more places than you ever known left me immobile stricken stuck

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 5:22 AM UTC

p a r a l y z e d

picture you and I intertwined picture you and I fusing at the seams picture you and I consuming one another picture something better move on nothing but faint memories gasps sighs out loud your fingertips were the worse thing to ever happen to me they were oh, they were love me paralyze me you’ve snapped my spine in more places than you ever known left me immobile stricken stuck

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I kissed the air and knew you had never been here maybe one day we would share the same air If I yell from the highest building in my city and you yell from the highest building in your city Will the screams ever meet? It's one hundred degrees and I can barely hear the record player over every fan thats blowing I haven't moved all day I'm starting to think this mattress has taken a real liking to me Bringing me reoccurring dreams of you gently kissing my knees. Sometimes these stitches get so tight I can hardly open my mouth all my wisdom teeth are falling out So many unimportant things our bodies create only to be removed only to stop the pain.

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC

100

I kissed the air and knew you had never been here maybe one day we would share the same air If I yell from the highest building in my city and you yell from the highest building in your city Will the screams ever meet? It's one hundred degrees and I can barely hear the record player over every fan thats blowing I haven't moved all day I'm starting to think this mattress has taken a real liking to me Bringing me reoccurring dreams of you gently kissing my knees. Sometimes these stitches get so tight I can hardly open my mouth all my wisdom teeth are falling out So many unimportant things our bodies create only to be removed only to stop the pain.

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