indigo-ashberry - Hello Poetry

Seven days Seven days repeat them Repeat them over One by one Seven by seven. Here we go Seven colours the sky smiles Seven times seventy And seventeen years Seven levels of hell And seven sins to send you there Seven princesses Sailing seven seas And seven sea monsters to sink them Seven lies and seven truths Seven wonders On seven continents That I will never see Seven dreams On seven nights Seven kisses Seven kisses Seventeen years Seven years for complete cell replacement And it’s been seven Seven years of plenty And seven of famine Seven seconds to count down Seven candles to light 7-Up and 7/11 Seven days Seven days repeat them Repeat them over and over and over Seven years repeat them over Seventeen repeat it over Repeat it over Repeat it over and over Seven cells replaced in seven Seven tears cried in seven Seven out of seven And seventeen years Seven dwarfs and seven demons Seven secrets Concealed by seven lies Seven torches we bear Seven oaths and seven gemstones Seven spells for seven curses On seventeen days And the Seven Years War In seven days I built myself And in seven seconds I’m destroyed Seven feathers fall to earth Seven stars all align And seven Gods stole my soul Seven slaves owned by seven masters Seven burdens Seven burdens Seven prayers leave my lips Seventy Hail Mary’s to save you And seven angels Seven sweet friends That left me Here’s what they don’t tell you Seven lives mean seven deaths And seven joys mean seven pains Seven sisters mean seven funerals And seven suns mean seven rains And seven And seven I’ve been stuck on seventeen For an eternity Repeat it Repeat it over Repeat it over Seven And seven And seven Teen. Seven days And I’ll be home to a house I’ve never seen In a country I don’t belong to And a language I can’t speak And it’s all just seven And seven And seven Teen.

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

Eighteen

Seven days Seven days repeat them Repeat them over One by one Seven by seven. Here we go Seven colours the sky smiles Seven times seventy And seventeen years Seven levels of hell And seven sins to send you there Seven princesses Sailing seven seas And seven sea monsters to sink them Seven lies and seven truths Seven wonders On seven continents That I will never see Seven dreams On seven nights Seven kisses Seven kisses Seventeen years Seven years for complete cell replacement And it’s been seven Seven years of plenty And seven of famine Seven seconds to count down Seven candles to light 7-Up and 7/11 Seven days Seven days repeat them Repeat them over and over and over Seven years repeat them over Seventeen repeat it over Repeat it over Repeat it over and over Seven cells replaced in seven Seven tears cried in seven Seven out of seven And seventeen years Seven dwarfs and seven demons Seven secrets Concealed by seven lies Seven torches we bear Seven oaths and seven gemstones Seven spells for seven curses On seventeen days And the Seven Years War In seven days I built myself And in seven seconds I’m destroyed Seven feathers fall to earth Seven stars all align And seven Gods stole my soul Seven slaves owned by seven masters Seven burdens Seven burdens Seven prayers leave my lips Seventy Hail Mary’s to save you And seven angels Seven sweet friends That left me Here’s what they don’t tell you Seven lives mean seven deaths And seven joys mean seven pains Seven sisters mean seven funerals And seven suns mean seven rains And seven And seven I’ve been stuck on seventeen For an eternity Repeat it Repeat it over Repeat it over Seven And seven And seven Teen. Seven days And I’ll be home to a house I’ve never seen In a country I don’t belong to And a language I can’t speak And it’s all just seven And seven And seven Teen.

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What have I done to you? My lambs ear child grown thorns Along the backbone of our narrative Each vertebra a catastrophe And I can’t make skeletons fall in love with me No matter how much flesh I force on them And in the interludes of the symphony they wrote for us I taught you dark by darkness I watered you with gasoline And snatched each word from off your tongue I sprayed fresh poison into your lungs And I can still recall The twelve tears Blurring that birthday That suffocating epiphany Of this-has-gone-too-far And these aren’t scars They’re time bombs Landmines in the marrow of your bones And mine isn’t a ********* throne It’s an electric chair Look at me I dyed my hair And I mourn us with the black around my eyes Here we are we walk this line I ask you how you are And you say “fine” And I am shocked at how much those thorns sting me Every ******* time.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

lambs ear child

What have I done to you? My lambs ear child grown thorns Along the backbone of our narrative Each vertebra a catastrophe And I can’t make skeletons fall in love with me No matter how much flesh I force on them And in the interludes of the symphony they wrote for us I taught you dark by darkness I watered you with gasoline And snatched each word from off your tongue I sprayed fresh poison into your lungs And I can still recall The twelve tears Blurring that birthday That suffocating epiphany Of this-has-gone-too-far And these aren’t scars They’re time bombs Landmines in the marrow of your bones And mine isn’t a ********* throne It’s an electric chair Look at me I dyed my hair And I mourn us with the black around my eyes Here we are we walk this line I ask you how you are And you say “fine” And I am shocked at how much those thorns sting me Every ******* time.

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It was Halloween and I kissed him On the sidewalk outside that cheapskate bar. It was Halloween and I was seventeen. And the scariest thing about all of this Is who I am becoming. I hit the ground rather running I've always been smart and cunning But I am getting a bit out of control. I hate myself But I hate him more And I hate God most For letting me turn out this way When I told him to make it all okay I told him so many times Six empty shot glasses and bitten limes Before I said amen. And morning felt like coffee grinds And night lingered like orange rinds Beneath your fingernails I locked myself within this jail I told you not to let me fail I told you not to let me fall I told you how I'd get lost in it all. And I was right. And where were you? Where were you to win my fight? When you left you took my light Where were you when I ****** up last night? It was Halloween and he tasted like nothing But who am I to judge. It was Halloween and the scariest thing about all of this Is I loved Halloween With a love so pure And I don't know if I can do that anymore. Maybe if you let me. (I'm telling you to let me)

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

I'm kindof not that Kind of Girl

It was Halloween and I kissed him On the sidewalk outside that cheapskate bar. It was Halloween and I was seventeen. And the scariest thing about all of this Is who I am becoming. I hit the ground rather running I've always been smart and cunning But I am getting a bit out of control. I hate myself But I hate him more And I hate God most For letting me turn out this way When I told him to make it all okay I told him so many times Six empty shot glasses and bitten limes Before I said amen. And morning felt like coffee grinds And night lingered like orange rinds Beneath your fingernails I locked myself within this jail I told you not to let me fail I told you not to let me fall I told you how I'd get lost in it all. And I was right. And where were you? Where were you to win my fight? When you left you took my light Where were you when I ****** up last night? It was Halloween and he tasted like nothing But who am I to judge. It was Halloween and the scariest thing about all of this Is I loved Halloween With a love so pure And I don't know if I can do that anymore. Maybe if you let me. (I'm telling you to let me)

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Sit in Starbucks in the rain Venti Vanilla and hamstring pain Biked all the way here to sit and study road signs Note down all the guidelines to sit and sip and listen to the sky's tears Behind the Bon Iver Holocene and future fears Too much coffee will make you old Too much work will make you dull Threadbare sweater, aren't you cold? Threadbare dreams, weren't you bold? Weren't you better than this? I could have sworn you were interesting Weren't you Intrepid boundary-testing? Weren't you Fearless all-Investing? Infinite Spirit Never resting And now look at you Utterly Ordinary the typical type Suburban Sell-out Cheers to real life.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

Summer Musings

Sit in Starbucks in the rain Venti Vanilla and hamstring pain Biked all the way here to sit and study road signs Note down all the guidelines to sit and sip and listen to the sky's tears Behind the Bon Iver Holocene and future fears Too much coffee will make you old Too much work will make you dull Threadbare sweater, aren't you cold? Threadbare dreams, weren't you bold? Weren't you better than this? I could have sworn you were interesting Weren't you Intrepid boundary-testing? Weren't you Fearless all-Investing? Infinite Spirit Never resting And now look at you Utterly Ordinary the typical type Suburban Sell-out Cheers to real life.

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When the thunder comes you'll have to go On the city bus Blue Idaho Ride until you find the next place to be Stay there until you see me Rolling hills Jefferson Decree Declare, Declare "Sweet child, You're free" But we know so much better Sail boats and fickle weather Burry you're sins beneath the heather and run from them Fishing bridge and marigold stem Stay there until I come Bag pipes and oil drums and the overwhelming quiet of the forest

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

Thoughts of a Windy Afternoon in Hell/Suburbia

When the thunder comes you'll have to go On the city bus Blue Idaho Ride until you find the next place to be Stay there until you see me Rolling hills Jefferson Decree Declare, Declare "Sweet child, You're free" But we know so much better Sail boats and fickle weather Burry you're sins beneath the heather and run from them Fishing bridge and marigold stem Stay there until I come Bag pipes and oil drums and the overwhelming quiet of the forest

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Here you are and does it feel like you thought it would? Will you be happy here like you thought you could? Discomfort never felt so dissettling Inadequacy never felt so heart-werenching Sorrow never felt so soul-drenching. You're not through with mourning yet You're not like these people Not at all Not at all and you lack that bravery to believe that that is beautiful Out of place Out of sight Out of mind Pack your bags and rewind Ettle weiss and coffee grinds reading in between those lines and living resurrection Feeling those moments of joy just as deep as you feel this rejection longing to feel some connection to these four white walls Pathetic and alone in Montreal.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

Empty Room Blank-wall Ballad: An Introduction

Here you are and does it feel like you thought it would? Will you be happy here like you thought you could? Discomfort never felt so dissettling Inadequacy never felt so heart-werenching Sorrow never felt so soul-drenching. You're not through with mourning yet You're not like these people Not at all Not at all and you lack that bravery to believe that that is beautiful Out of place Out of sight Out of mind Pack your bags and rewind Ettle weiss and coffee grinds reading in between those lines and living resurrection Feeling those moments of joy just as deep as you feel this rejection longing to feel some connection to these four white walls Pathetic and alone in Montreal.

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Imperfection unparalleled Flawed like flies on **** Cold like that ***** November ******* frigid And aloof Come now, tell me what you see Can you read my painted face? Can you kiss my coloured lips, Or see past the black lines that block my eyes? Fortress impenetrable Impregnable Quite impressive really But also impossibly sad I can fake confidence like you’ve never had Do you like me in my party dress? All legs and eyelashes All smiles and camera flashes Cheap wine and car crashes Find me alone in my college bed Naked from the neck up Dreaming of someone who would love me that way And praying that someone could be me Drinking copious amounts of black tea And waiting out the winter Call me the great pretender I’ll wear that title like a badge Because paralyzed by insecurity I still manage to drink and dance so beautifully Wake in the morning 6 am to stich up a fresh face face the day with unmatched grace and fabulous poise wink and wave at older boys then rip your guts out in the dark slice the pain and swallow puke it out until you’re hollow pray for revelation or salvation maybe a vacation might suffice here’s a piece of fine advice: prayer is all we have. And as for me I’m evergreen and office pine Jagged cliffs, an infinite decline Bloodred bleeding valentine Just a few heartbeats from a flatline.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC

indigo-ashberry

Tokyo Thursday

Imperfection unparalleled Flawed like flies on **** Cold like that ***** November ******* frigid And aloof Come now, tell me what you see Can you read my painted face? Can you kiss my coloured lips, Or see past the black lines that block my eyes? Fortress impenetrable Impregnable Quite impressive really But also impossibly sad I can fake confidence like you’ve never had Do you like me in my party dress? All legs and eyelashes All smiles and camera flashes Cheap wine and car crashes Find me alone in my college bed Naked from the neck up Dreaming of someone who would love me that way And praying that someone could be me Drinking copious amounts of black tea And waiting out the winter Call me the great pretender I’ll wear that title like a badge Because paralyzed by insecurity I still manage to drink and dance so beautifully Wake in the morning 6 am to stich up a fresh face face the day with unmatched grace and fabulous poise wink and wave at older boys then rip your guts out in the dark slice the pain and swallow puke it out until you’re hollow pray for revelation or salvation maybe a vacation might suffice here’s a piece of fine advice: prayer is all we have. And as for me I’m evergreen and office pine Jagged cliffs, an infinite decline Bloodred bleeding valentine Just a few heartbeats from a flatline.

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