jademelrose - Hello Poetry

What keeps us standing and not a pile of bones? Is it air or water or muscle? I let it out sometimes, slowly, like a gas fuse. But I know I won’t blow. I just like the smell, like underground car parks: the rubber and gasoline. A dizzy spell like those in the movies but in real life there’s no fall. Maybe tears and lights too bright, but the string is tight. I sway and hope the friction from my feet isn’t enough to set the whole house on fire. Dance with me and the friction between us can’t be a match if there isn’t enough gas left to explode.

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Nov 1, 2020

Nov 1, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC

Love Language

What keeps us standing and not a pile of bones? Is it air or water or muscle? I let it out sometimes, slowly, like a gas fuse. But I know I won’t blow. I just like the smell, like underground car parks: the rubber and gasoline. A dizzy spell like those in the movies but in real life there’s no fall. Maybe tears and lights too bright, but the string is tight. I sway and hope the friction from my feet isn’t enough to set the whole house on fire. Dance with me and the friction between us can’t be a match if there isn’t enough gas left to explode.

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I did everything right said the right lines 1.2 million in diamonds and I didn’t bat an eye I hide them under my pride Worth more than his ego But I swallow because he is more than the man he is He buys me porcelain plates everyday to show he can I know he can But I don’t tell him because he gets offended Every night I smash them to sweep them up I’m getting better at the smashing My hands familiar with the motions Mapping out each broken shard before my face shatters I don’t miss any fragments I stepped on one once Sharp blade on soft skin Ruby on opal Maybe I’m not made of ice They say there is method in madness But what if the method makes me mad The slip of sanity must be planned An hour before the charity ball 2 after the guests leave 30 minutes after dinner 5 when he comes home A lullaby of broken promises ringing in my ear An indulgence He said there was another woman He said I wouldn’t care that he was leaving He said I could afford my own diamonds and more ******* plates anyways But that’s not the point The point is to suffocate in silence To let him buy what I can afford To swallow what he can’t But who is the trophy When you carve me I spill out jewels

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC

Divine Strength

I did everything right said the right lines 1.2 million in diamonds and I didn’t bat an eye I hide them under my pride Worth more than his ego But I swallow because he is more than the man he is He buys me porcelain plates everyday to show he can I know he can But I don’t tell him because he gets offended Every night I smash them to sweep them up I’m getting better at the smashing My hands familiar with the motions Mapping out each broken shard before my face shatters I don’t miss any fragments I stepped on one once Sharp blade on soft skin Ruby on opal Maybe I’m not made of ice They say there is method in madness But what if the method makes me mad The slip of sanity must be planned An hour before the charity ball 2 after the guests leave 30 minutes after dinner 5 when he comes home A lullaby of broken promises ringing in my ear An indulgence He said there was another woman He said I wouldn’t care that he was leaving He said I could afford my own diamonds and more ******* plates anyways But that’s not the point The point is to suffocate in silence To let him buy what I can afford To swallow what he can’t But who is the trophy When you carve me I spill out jewels

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Look like a fading flower and you'll win his heart Quiet suffering is exquisite on a maiden's face Pale cherry blossoms drift in autumn winds The branch will lay bare when winter comes You will thank the white blanket that covers your frozen pallor When he passes by your bareness with another in tow When the frozen tear streaks down your cheek finally melts into spring you wonder if your flowers could still grow

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC

Cherry Blossoms

Look like a fading flower and you'll win his heart Quiet suffering is exquisite on a maiden's face Pale cherry blossoms drift in autumn winds The branch will lay bare when winter comes You will thank the white blanket that covers your frozen pallor When he passes by your bareness with another in tow When the frozen tear streaks down your cheek finally melts into spring you wonder if your flowers could still grow

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I used to love you Now I forget how With fresh flowers blooming And teardrops melting in little ponds I used to love you Now love dissolves Like sugar in lemon water It isn’t even your fault My heart isn’t broken No fire burns within me You’re just a person I used to love I guess one day it just decided To stop beating for you Heart and mind agreeing I used to love What I used to do Now you do When you stop chasing They start thinking about you Without the curse It’s surprisingly painless No tides swallow me now I used to love you

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May 10, 2017

May 10, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC

I used to love you

I used to love you Now I forget how With fresh flowers blooming And teardrops melting in little ponds I used to love you Now love dissolves Like sugar in lemon water It isn’t even your fault My heart isn’t broken No fire burns within me You’re just a person I used to love I guess one day it just decided To stop beating for you Heart and mind agreeing I used to love What I used to do Now you do When you stop chasing They start thinking about you Without the curse It’s surprisingly painless No tides swallow me now I used to love you

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With words that flow from an extension of me of blue and black ink stains on my fingers every loop every letter it carves a record on page each stroke opens wounds delicately stitched now spews out beautiful red ribbons blood runs thicker — thicker than water — between the lines it stains blurred out by drops of tears each one melts off like rain pooling in the crevices of cuts sliced open by the pen this mixture of red and sparkling concoction stings, hurts, and heals.

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC

Healing Words

With words that flow from an extension of me of blue and black ink stains on my fingers every loop every letter it carves a record on page each stroke opens wounds delicately stitched now spews out beautiful red ribbons blood runs thicker — thicker than water — between the lines it stains blurred out by drops of tears each one melts off like rain pooling in the crevices of cuts sliced open by the pen this mixture of red and sparkling concoction stings, hurts, and heals.

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Soft yellow moistness leaves nostalgia in my mouth Little seeds that get stuck in your teeth that your tongue struggles to get out When you use your fingers your mother chastises you with a soft smile Sweet and tangy You lick the crumbs off your plate “Another!” you say, but you already ate them all, too late.

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC

Lemon Poppy Seed

Soft yellow moistness leaves nostalgia in my mouth Little seeds that get stuck in your teeth that your tongue struggles to get out When you use your fingers your mother chastises you with a soft smile Sweet and tangy You lick the crumbs off your plate “Another!” you say, but you already ate them all, too late.

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I set my alarm to 6:23 I like awkward numbers something about how the last digit sticks out to the rest making it less than whole yet still enough appeals to me comforts me so imperfect that it feels more perfect than perfect numbers

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Feb 5, 2017

Feb 5, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC

Numbers

I set my alarm to 6:23 I like awkward numbers something about how the last digit sticks out to the rest making it less than whole yet still enough appeals to me comforts me so imperfect that it feels more perfect than perfect numbers

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Lies melt on my tongue like chocolate I bite it gently before it's gone.

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Jan 26, 2017

Jan 26, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC

Sweet Deception

Lies melt on my tongue like chocolate I bite it gently before it's gone.

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What is unobtainable can only be obtained in treacherous wanderings of the mind. Thoughts of you can only be satisfied when the heart is set in stone Yearning, like the deepest waters When the heart is plunged, echoes rings, endlessly repeating the senseless expanding until softer and softer, stands still.

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Jan 26, 2017

Jan 26, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC

A Heavy Heart

What is unobtainable can only be obtained in treacherous wanderings of the mind. Thoughts of you can only be satisfied when the heart is set in stone Yearning, like the deepest waters When the heart is plunged, echoes rings, endlessly repeating the senseless expanding until softer and softer, stands still.

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He approached me in red A fellow of 20 We could've been friends But he and I senselessly armed Predetermined enemies marked by a flag We could've swapped stories of our hope of returning to the past We both fired, I to he felled down with dignity We could've been friends But he is dead rather than me Unfortunate situation I had more luck than he We could've been friends Before the madness and mayhem and ****** The sad thing is, We could've been friends. If we weren't victims of circumstance.

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Jan 26, 2017

Jan 26, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC

The Man I Killed

He approached me in red A fellow of 20 We could've been friends But he and I senselessly armed Predetermined enemies marked by a flag We could've swapped stories of our hope of returning to the past We both fired, I to he felled down with dignity We could've been friends But he is dead rather than me Unfortunate situation I had more luck than he We could've been friends Before the madness and mayhem and ****** The sad thing is, We could've been friends. If we weren't victims of circumstance.

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