helena-gray-1 - Hello Poetry

Keep your composure Continue to walk by Harbor a stuttering, sharp, violent dormant rage Trying to understand Glares that could cut diamonds Smirk with a gentle, knowing ease The needle that made love to your arm, Now in a box, placed with care In the shadows under your armoire Whispers that they're nothing Dust in the city streets While you make your mark A **** in concrete Spelling out what you were Who you killed And why you left They will fade And you will burn Forever Not resting once in a harmony They see the trail but they cannot follow The river that sings silently in your veins Running to a melody only you can hear Relish the feeling Of living underwater near To where We drowned delicately Smiling Drifting out to sea To get consumed and Savored by the jaws of the night

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Jun 19, 2012

Jun 19, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC

helena-gray-1

Track Marks / dormant rage

Keep your composure Continue to walk by Harbor a stuttering, sharp, violent dormant rage Trying to understand Glares that could cut diamonds Smirk with a gentle, knowing ease The needle that made love to your arm, Now in a box, placed with care In the shadows under your armoire Whispers that they're nothing Dust in the city streets While you make your mark A **** in concrete Spelling out what you were Who you killed And why you left They will fade And you will burn Forever Not resting once in a harmony They see the trail but they cannot follow The river that sings silently in your veins Running to a melody only you can hear Relish the feeling Of living underwater near To where We drowned delicately Smiling Drifting out to sea To get consumed and Savored by the jaws of the night

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Oh Indian, Old Indian, You Navajo talker With your words unknown A language lost to those pale ivory devils With the coarse yellow manes They came in believing they Could tame your wild heart Beating beyond ages and Derailing decayed cities Buildings burn by your name And you go with the wind Oh Indian, Old Indian You have ghosts dancing in your eyes Tracing trails of tears Down your war-ravaged cheeks Enchanting oracles and psychic chasms Into smoke on the water Caught on fire Humming a lullaby about a wolf's lonesome cry Frozen nights and woven dreams Oh Indian, Old Indian You carve hearts, revealing blood Tasting of magic deaths And one thousand lives silenced With one war whoop A river runs through you It is and was again an eternal Thing with a passion one Could only imagine Fly away by the feathers of your headdress An ancient Icarus Oh Indian, Old Indian When will you return again?

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Jun 19, 2012

Jun 19, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC

helena-gray-1

Magic Spell

Oh Indian, Old Indian, You Navajo talker With your words unknown A language lost to those pale ivory devils With the coarse yellow manes They came in believing they Could tame your wild heart Beating beyond ages and Derailing decayed cities Buildings burn by your name And you go with the wind Oh Indian, Old Indian You have ghosts dancing in your eyes Tracing trails of tears Down your war-ravaged cheeks Enchanting oracles and psychic chasms Into smoke on the water Caught on fire Humming a lullaby about a wolf's lonesome cry Frozen nights and woven dreams Oh Indian, Old Indian You carve hearts, revealing blood Tasting of magic deaths And one thousand lives silenced With one war whoop A river runs through you It is and was again an eternal Thing with a passion one Could only imagine Fly away by the feathers of your headdress An ancient Icarus Oh Indian, Old Indian When will you return again?

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I just wanted to be real To feel - Emotions running wild- Like horses on a plain An indian's war cry- Pulsing through my veins I just wanted to be real

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Jun 19, 2012

Jun 19, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC

helena-gray-1

To be real

I just wanted to be real To feel - Emotions running wild- Like horses on a plain An indian's war cry- Pulsing through my veins I just wanted to be real

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We don't care anymore We don't want you Or your visions We just want out into the world Not this world But the next one The newer one, with promises of hope At a better life We grow weary of this decaying scene And wonder Was there ever a chance at salvation For a world condemned to die Alone?

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Jun 19, 2012

Jun 19, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC

helena-gray-1

We?

We don't care anymore We don't want you Or your visions We just want out into the world Not this world But the next one The newer one, with promises of hope At a better life We grow weary of this decaying scene And wonder Was there ever a chance at salvation For a world condemned to die Alone?

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My eyes have been open for too long They sting when I search for relief By closing My eyes have seen dope fiends at age thirteen They ask me if I have any sunshine I say I'm terrified there's none And I'm so afraid of the world waiting for them In the darkness of their rooms Whatever Not an original thought has come from a mouth in so long Just the same bitter, warped lips Smoldering cigarettes Whispering prayers "My eyes have been open for too long" Their hearts sting when they search for relief by closing

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Jun 17, 2012

Jun 17, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC

helena-gray-1

I wish that we were magic

My eyes have been open for too long They sting when I search for relief By closing My eyes have seen dope fiends at age thirteen They ask me if I have any sunshine I say I'm terrified there's none And I'm so afraid of the world waiting for them In the darkness of their rooms Whatever Not an original thought has come from a mouth in so long Just the same bitter, warped lips Smoldering cigarettes Whispering prayers "My eyes have been open for too long" Their hearts sting when they search for relief by closing

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