hiikatiee - Hello Poetry

SKIN AND BONES SCRATCHING AT YOUR DOOR WHISPERING "DON'T EAT ANYMORE." CUT YOUR SKIN LET THE BLOOD RUN DRY TEARS COVER YOUR FACE DON'T TELL THEM WHY. SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT PRETEND THAT YOU'RE FINE ACT LIKE YOU'RE NOT DYING DEEP DOWN INSIDE. BE AN ACTRESS MAKE THEM BELIEVE THAT YOU DON'T HAVE MARKS UNDERNEATH YOUR SLEEVES. PEOPLE WILL REALIZE WHEN ITS ALL TOO LATE YOU'RE ALREADY IN YOUR CASKET AND THEY'RE DIGGING YOUR GRAVE.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC

Hello My Name is Ann

SKIN AND BONES SCRATCHING AT YOUR DOOR WHISPERING "DON'T EAT ANYMORE." CUT YOUR SKIN LET THE BLOOD RUN DRY TEARS COVER YOUR FACE DON'T TELL THEM WHY. SAY YOU'RE ALRIGHT PRETEND THAT YOU'RE FINE ACT LIKE YOU'RE NOT DYING DEEP DOWN INSIDE. BE AN ACTRESS MAKE THEM BELIEVE THAT YOU DON'T HAVE MARKS UNDERNEATH YOUR SLEEVES. PEOPLE WILL REALIZE WHEN ITS ALL TOO LATE YOU'RE ALREADY IN YOUR CASKET AND THEY'RE DIGGING YOUR GRAVE.

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You closed the door, But I was standing on the other side. With shivering lips and numb fingertips, You made me hide. Peeking behind trees, Crouching to where I cannot be seen, A ghost with a pale face, Living among the evergreens. Hiding so you won’t see me, Shaking with fear. The pelting rain, Blending with my tears. I see your shadow, But fog covers the glass. You were my first, And now my last. You are no longer my sun, And rainy days have surely come. Stumbling in 5 inches of deep regret, but I have not fallen yet. I miss your sunshine, I was always the clouds. Keeping your rays for myself, But sometimes two is a crowd. My lips still ache, To one day whisper your name. Until then my heart will break, The world ends in flames.

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC

Evergreens

You closed the door, But I was standing on the other side. With shivering lips and numb fingertips, You made me hide. Peeking behind trees, Crouching to where I cannot be seen, A ghost with a pale face, Living among the evergreens. Hiding so you won’t see me, Shaking with fear. The pelting rain, Blending with my tears. I see your shadow, But fog covers the glass. You were my first, And now my last. You are no longer my sun, And rainy days have surely come. Stumbling in 5 inches of deep regret, but I have not fallen yet. I miss your sunshine, I was always the clouds. Keeping your rays for myself, But sometimes two is a crowd. My lips still ache, To one day whisper your name. Until then my heart will break, The world ends in flames.

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Porcelain skin, white with rosy cheeks. Lips sewn shut, concealing her shrieks. Knotted hair, with pink pretty bows. Smiling mouth, lips red as a rose. Eyes open, staring at blank space. Pretty dresses, covered all in lace. Broken teacups, will soon fall apart. Never revealing, her lack of a heart. Perfect girl, with an alluring complexion. Fails to see, her and her reflection. Flawless, you can’t see her cracks. Scarred, only seeing whites and blacks. Collecting dust, sitting on a shelf. Contemplating, life itself.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC

Dollhouse

Porcelain skin, white with rosy cheeks. Lips sewn shut, concealing her shrieks. Knotted hair, with pink pretty bows. Smiling mouth, lips red as a rose. Eyes open, staring at blank space. Pretty dresses, covered all in lace. Broken teacups, will soon fall apart. Never revealing, her lack of a heart. Perfect girl, with an alluring complexion. Fails to see, her and her reflection. Flawless, you can’t see her cracks. Scarred, only seeing whites and blacks. Collecting dust, sitting on a shelf. Contemplating, life itself.

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