helios-rietberg - Hello Poetry

"Hello, police." "Good morning, officer. My name is Ashley Williams. I am in the woods, at the end of Autumn Street. I will be hanging myself. Please come and get my body. Thank you for your time."

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Oct 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC

Morning Sun

"Hello, police." "Good morning, officer. My name is Ashley Williams. I am in the woods, at the end of Autumn Street. I will be hanging myself. Please come and get my body. Thank you for your time."

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Many years ago I tried to leave time behind in its hunt for the journey's end we had forgotten the afterglows and so we parted ways, leaving trails of colliding sparks only––––––––––– –––––––––––it was I who was left behind When time gave up on lost causes the wish for forever sinned.

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC

Afterglow

Many years ago I tried to leave time behind in its hunt for the journey's end we had forgotten the afterglows and so we parted ways, leaving trails of colliding sparks only––––––––––– –––––––––––it was I who was left behind When time gave up on lost causes the wish for forever sinned.

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I feel sad –––––––––––––––– but who would know why?

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC

Whispers

I feel sad –––––––––––––––– but who would know why?

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We wrapped the skins of the comet trails left far behind the sun and fought the darkly-moistened halls of yester-kingdoms wandering in the spices of life silently wishing for sound but tomorrows–––––– are forever and so I left you in your eternity with your brightest stars

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Jul 7, 2013

Jul 7, 2013 at 6:09 AM UTC

Moonrider

We wrapped the skins of the comet trails left far behind the sun and fought the darkly-moistened halls of yester-kingdoms wandering in the spices of life silently wishing for sound but tomorrows–––––– are forever and so I left you in your eternity with your brightest stars

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Yellow river of my dreams–––––– Blue mountain and the sea–––––– ––––––crystal waters greener grass–––––– Whistling wind morning breeze–––––– Mama's whispers Papa's stories Brother's tears–––––– ––––––sister's touch Yellow river of my dreams–––––– Blue mountain and the sea–––––– Morning bells–––––– ––––––calling home Silent moon–––––– distant past Day and night Fire––––––light Day and night Fire–––––– ––––––light

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May 15, 2013

May 15, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC

Firelight

Yellow river of my dreams–––––– Blue mountain and the sea–––––– ––––––crystal waters greener grass–––––– Whistling wind morning breeze–––––– Mama's whispers Papa's stories Brother's tears–––––– ––––––sister's touch Yellow river of my dreams–––––– Blue mountain and the sea–––––– Morning bells–––––– ––––––calling home Silent moon–––––– distant past Day and night Fire––––––light Day and night Fire–––––– ––––––light

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Bits and pieces of the ether dawn taken from slumber to bliss careening down the slopes of the ocean and wander into the mist awash with spices of the world caressing the heart of the day sleeping in cotton folds of light and sparkling the scents of May simmering the songs of the ancients and crossing the borders of stars mirroring the flight of the chosen by healing the seams of scars splice of the whispered wind whipping the mortal life chiming resonance–––––––hello? –––––––but memory––––––– of special times

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC

Bells

Bits and pieces of the ether dawn taken from slumber to bliss careening down the slopes of the ocean and wander into the mist awash with spices of the world caressing the heart of the day sleeping in cotton folds of light and sparkling the scents of May simmering the songs of the ancients and crossing the borders of stars mirroring the flight of the chosen by healing the seams of scars splice of the whispered wind whipping the mortal life chiming resonance–––––––hello? –––––––but memory––––––– of special times

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And players of the southern morning come running down the aisles clasping their hearts to their cores and singing the larks and crests of love and before the jangles of the prayer spears of christened light the memories of flowing breezes and chords of shattered whispers in pieces but like one they wrap the boughs of justice claiming in the echoes time by time in glee but movements of the ether morn' slices of sparkling warmth craving in the senses of bliss and spilling through the dawn and to the trace we take the word climbing and sliding the essence by alpine cloaks of universal stars silence to the known so now we lay in the roses of colour spending eternity like forever infinite grasping the notions of instance in spurts and watching the worlds for centuries

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Feb 22, 2013

Feb 22, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC

Spilling the day

And players of the southern morning come running down the aisles clasping their hearts to their cores and singing the larks and crests of love and before the jangles of the prayer spears of christened light the memories of flowing breezes and chords of shattered whispers in pieces but like one they wrap the boughs of justice claiming in the echoes time by time in glee but movements of the ether morn' slices of sparkling warmth craving in the senses of bliss and spilling through the dawn and to the trace we take the word climbing and sliding the essence by alpine cloaks of universal stars silence to the known so now we lay in the roses of colour spending eternity like forever infinite grasping the notions of instance in spurts and watching the worlds for centuries

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And players of the southern morning come running down the aisles clasping their hearts to their cores and singing the larks and crests of love and before the jangles of the prayer spears of christened light the memories of flowing breezes and chords of shattered whispers in pieces but like one they wrap the boughs of justice claiming in the echoes time by time in glee but movements of the ether morn' slices of sparkling warmth craving in the senses of bliss and spilling through the dawn and to the trace we take the word climbing and sliding the essence by alpine cloaks of universal stars silence to the known so now we lay in the roses of colour spending eternity like forever infinite grasping the notions of instance in spurts and watching the worlds for centuries

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Feb 22, 2013

Feb 22, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC

Spilling the day

And players of the southern morning come running down the aisles clasping their hearts to their cores and singing the larks and crests of love and before the jangles of the prayer spears of christened light the memories of flowing breezes and chords of shattered whispers in pieces but like one they wrap the boughs of justice claiming in the echoes time by time in glee but movements of the ether morn' slices of sparkling warmth craving in the senses of bliss and spilling through the dawn and to the trace we take the word climbing and sliding the essence by alpine cloaks of universal stars silence to the known so now we lay in the roses of colour spending eternity like forever infinite grasping the notions of instance in spurts and watching the worlds for centuries

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My heart beats in my ear drums My blood boils in my head The blinding white and silence and the soft folds of my bed Then the world comes to hit me It all starts with a bang The searing red of his blood and the pain that comes in pangs I leap up from my white grave Escaping by inch the knife Crash through the window panes and inhale the breath of life But the horror is not over And racing down the empty streets I feel my body breaking as my eyes do slowly bleed I set the roads on fire Indiscriminate in my aim Searing the terrors in black and burning in my shame Still their blows are relentless Gashes and slits on me And while I shriek in terror no one will hear my plea ––––––––or someone–––––––– Pulled to by my screaming Always shielding in my way His roars the town would wake the fights just child's play Bare-fisted he slew my pursuers Down the throats of every one And before I could catch my breath all the deeds were done I panted and watched embarrassed As he turned to look at me Dressed in my undergown with my hair wet and free Yet despite the bloodied state And my sorry battered mess He tread calmly over to carefully straight my dress While the rest of the world used me While its people hated me While I took harried breaths and was drowned in the sea Somehow he always knew And at the stretch of a hand He would pull me ashore and breathe life into me again.

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Feb 13, 2013

Feb 13, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC

Midnight Wanderer

My heart beats in my ear drums My blood boils in my head The blinding white and silence and the soft folds of my bed Then the world comes to hit me It all starts with a bang The searing red of his blood and the pain that comes in pangs I leap up from my white grave Escaping by inch the knife Crash through the window panes and inhale the breath of life But the horror is not over And racing down the empty streets I feel my body breaking as my eyes do slowly bleed I set the roads on fire Indiscriminate in my aim Searing the terrors in black and burning in my shame Still their blows are relentless Gashes and slits on me And while I shriek in terror no one will hear my plea ––––––––or someone–––––––– Pulled to by my screaming Always shielding in my way His roars the town would wake the fights just child's play Bare-fisted he slew my pursuers Down the throats of every one And before I could catch my breath all the deeds were done I panted and watched embarrassed As he turned to look at me Dressed in my undergown with my hair wet and free Yet despite the bloodied state And my sorry battered mess He tread calmly over to carefully straight my dress While the rest of the world used me While its people hated me While I took harried breaths and was drowned in the sea Somehow he always knew And at the stretch of a hand He would pull me ashore and breathe life into me again.

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It's raining The sky bleeds But who am I to say that the dying flowers and coral reefs will smile at its coming? I watch the water wash away weariness despair the unknown You are the one standing in the rain Staring at the clouds and screaming her name And while the ever torrential rains tear down the tarpaulin facades While the bursting plastic storms creep into our hearts It rains and the world shatters like glass embers of mirrors crashing into dust And purple diamond fragments sprinkling down the wells of time It's raining and minds together you and I hear the dashed colours the beating of sentient cores crawling down the empty cities mixing up the storm.

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC

Sprinkles of Time

It's raining The sky bleeds But who am I to say that the dying flowers and coral reefs will smile at its coming? I watch the water wash away weariness despair the unknown You are the one standing in the rain Staring at the clouds and screaming her name And while the ever torrential rains tear down the tarpaulin facades While the bursting plastic storms creep into our hearts It rains and the world shatters like glass embers of mirrors crashing into dust And purple diamond fragments sprinkling down the wells of time It's raining and minds together you and I hear the dashed colours the beating of sentient cores crawling down the empty cities mixing up the storm.

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