ivy-c-drape - Hello Poetry

She drank champagne out of a coffee mug She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day Her face was naked to the world every day, natural Her heart was naked to the world too Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her She danced through time and time danced through her And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow When the world penetrated her reality Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away. Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here She is in her own golden reality And the wind blows her a w a y.

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC

When the Wind Blows.....

She drank champagne out of a coffee mug She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day Her face was naked to the world every day, natural Her heart was naked to the world too Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her She danced through time and time danced through her And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow When the world penetrated her reality Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away. Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here She is in her own golden reality And the wind blows her a w a y.

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The hospital took his smell away ***** him of his humanity Stripped him of his identity White sheets, too clean If he could he'd take paint & Splash it on the walls, on the perfect cracks on the ceiling he'd run down the silent hallways impersonating a banshee reveling in each breath that he took but the plague came & took his breath away his face blends in with his starchy pillow the hospital vines are curling up his legs now & his face is weathering like his Ophelietic bed wherein he drowns, never dreaming They roll him away now Down the hall Towards the elevator light; He has lost this fight.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC

Prince Ophelia:

The hospital took his smell away ***** him of his humanity Stripped him of his identity White sheets, too clean If he could he'd take paint & Splash it on the walls, on the perfect cracks on the ceiling he'd run down the silent hallways impersonating a banshee reveling in each breath that he took but the plague came & took his breath away his face blends in with his starchy pillow the hospital vines are curling up his legs now & his face is weathering like his Ophelietic bed wherein he drowns, never dreaming They roll him away now Down the hall Towards the elevator light; He has lost this fight.

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Bleeding softly quietly Living silently no this Depression this suffocating blanket this starless night is just a verse Life is the chorus yes Depression is real it hurts it kills but Life is what wants to be sung out. *** so sing dance live like there is no tomorrow because there may not be but that tomorrow is worth fighting towards *** life is the chorus

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Dec 12, 2015

Dec 12, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC

listen for the chorus

Bleeding softly quietly Living silently no this Depression this suffocating blanket this starless night is just a verse Life is the chorus yes Depression is real it hurts it kills but Life is what wants to be sung out. *** so sing dance live like there is no tomorrow because there may not be but that tomorrow is worth fighting towards *** life is the chorus

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MAD slathering slobbering MAD jowls hanging saliva spray MAD growls become words biting at my neck MAD MAD dog MAD dog forcing me in a cage wait dad? is that you?

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC

ravaged

MAD slathering slobbering MAD jowls hanging saliva spray MAD growls become words biting at my neck MAD MAD dog MAD dog forcing me in a cage wait dad? is that you?

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we have a wander & a wonder so why can't we have a wunder ?

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

under ander onder

we have a wander & a wonder so why can't we have a wunder ?

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it hurt looking at him hurt it's like everyone around us was living in fast forward and we were living in this brilliant moment of clarity where we were like 'this is it, this is our life' looking at everyone else around us rushing around like ants but still it hurt because life found our happiness and squeezed it dry it found the beauty of us and murdered it slowly delectably painstakingly thoroughly life murdered us

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Aug 28, 2015

Aug 28, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC

like ants

it hurt looking at him hurt it's like everyone around us was living in fast forward and we were living in this brilliant moment of clarity where we were like 'this is it, this is our life' looking at everyone else around us rushing around like ants but still it hurt because life found our happiness and squeezed it dry it found the beauty of us and murdered it slowly delectably painstakingly thoroughly life murdered us

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There was once a boy next door I don't see him anymore He would come over and we'd play with my dolls He would read me stories and call me his little princess One day we even made cookies together He had these marks on his arms I asked him what they were His face turned red and he turned around He said that I would understand when I grew up Now he never comes to play I went to his door the other day And asked his mother why he went away She just collapsed to the floor and wept She said that he had left This world had been too cruel Heaven had stolen him And he liked it so much that now he played with angels I'm all grown up now and I know better I have the marks on my arms to And I know that I'll probably see him soon.

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Aug 28, 2015

Aug 28, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC

Heaven Stole Him

There was once a boy next door I don't see him anymore He would come over and we'd play with my dolls He would read me stories and call me his little princess One day we even made cookies together He had these marks on his arms I asked him what they were His face turned red and he turned around He said that I would understand when I grew up Now he never comes to play I went to his door the other day And asked his mother why he went away She just collapsed to the floor and wept She said that he had left This world had been too cruel Heaven had stolen him And he liked it so much that now he played with angels I'm all grown up now and I know better I have the marks on my arms to And I know that I'll probably see him soon.

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tiny white round i hide them under my tongue my mommas learned to check so now i gag them up tiny white round they said it is s'posed to help but all they do is pull me down alter my little reality tiny white round bitter to the taste but now i've given in into their watery embrace tiny. white. round. no longer. myself.

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Aug 28, 2015

Aug 28, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC

crazy pills

tiny white round i hide them under my tongue my mommas learned to check so now i gag them up tiny white round they said it is s'posed to help but all they do is pull me down alter my little reality tiny white round bitter to the taste but now i've given in into their watery embrace tiny. white. round. no longer. myself.

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I run scared panicked in a rush hiding under quilts breathing like a freight train inoutinoutinotinoutinout i'm scared your gonna **** me . . . wait . . . you already have

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC

of the night fright

I run scared panicked in a rush hiding under quilts breathing like a freight train inoutinoutinotinoutinout i'm scared your gonna **** me . . . wait . . . you already have

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And thus a Poem Was made And thus your Mother Was created.

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC

Mother of Poems

And thus a Poem Was made And thus your Mother Was created.

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