kate-lynn-walsh - Hello Poetry

The land is green, And the water, blue. Let us remove the solves, Beneath sheltered feet. Trekking through these colors, Bare-foot. Lapping waves wash out, Con-caved imprints of adventure From feet grazing the sand. Photographs spark, An array of mental depictions With first hand sights. Flashing activity, inside the mind, Multiple memories, Recollected in due time. Words do not describe, What a photograph provides But a photograph does not suffice, The memories which last a lifetime.

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May 29, 2012

May 29, 2012 at 9:30 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Photographing Adventures

The land is green, And the water, blue. Let us remove the solves, Beneath sheltered feet. Trekking through these colors, Bare-foot. Lapping waves wash out, Con-caved imprints of adventure From feet grazing the sand. Photographs spark, An array of mental depictions With first hand sights. Flashing activity, inside the mind, Multiple memories, Recollected in due time. Words do not describe, What a photograph provides But a photograph does not suffice, The memories which last a lifetime.

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Hands tick to tock Minutes slip and slide Time painfully dies Poisoned off clocks Faces familiar and new Enclose caps and gowns Grouped up in two Sprinting the home stretch Turns of tassels One voice shouts Before hundreds of caps Flying off small heads Tangs of bitter Smiles of sweet Here comes goodbye One journey complete

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May 29, 2012

May 29, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Complete

Hands tick to tock Minutes slip and slide Time painfully dies Poisoned off clocks Faces familiar and new Enclose caps and gowns Grouped up in two Sprinting the home stretch Turns of tassels One voice shouts Before hundreds of caps Flying off small heads Tangs of bitter Smiles of sweet Here comes goodbye One journey complete

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Embodied with warmth Tingling smiles Summertime breezes And wrapped in arms Sinking into darkness Lids closing, slowly Eyes creating pictures Sleep comes easy Dreams of infinite nights Clocks tick and tock Minutes fall poisoned Day threatens to break Over the horizon But limits on infinity Do not exist

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Infinite Night

Embodied with warmth Tingling smiles Summertime breezes And wrapped in arms Sinking into darkness Lids closing, slowly Eyes creating pictures Sleep comes easy Dreams of infinite nights Clocks tick and tock Minutes fall poisoned Day threatens to break Over the horizon But limits on infinity Do not exist

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Standing over this coffin Staring into my eyes Watching my own corpse Sit there as it rots away This is my wake Tomorrow is my funeral But not a soul is present Because technically I am alive Have you watched me Sit in the shadows In the corners On the curbs In the secrets Of a wretched mind Have you understood What I’ve gone through In those halls And classrooms In the chairs At the desks Inside my own head With all those eyes Beaming at me Throwing my mind Onto overdrive As I feel myself Collapse inside They said it was all my fault They told me to snap under pressure Forced me to believe, I was the eternal loser And they the eternal winners They chased me on the streets Screaming how I deserved to die They chased me in the halls Burning my every confidence They encouraged my awful mind To realize that everything That I said to myself In my own head That it was true on the outside And the rest of the population Inside of that building Just watched as it passed them by Bystanders in an awful fight Letting them pick me apart Pull it away All those bystanders Just stood there Watching and screaming Go Go Go To the winning team And what else did they do Those bystanders and those winners They told me another thing too I was responsible for my own demise Because the treatment I was facing By all the surroundings Was my fault too They told me to stand my ground That I could just take it like a big girl As I could hide inside They told me not to fight them off They said they’d go away some day So why are they still around Why do they still say the same things Why do they stalk my every move Waiting for the wrong one to appear So they can use it against my fears They told me I was responsible For the bullying I had received They told me I was the failure Because I stood my ground They told me the torture would end And here it is. As I stand over my corpse At my unattended wake For my own mind But I am alive.

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Alive

Standing over this coffin Staring into my eyes Watching my own corpse Sit there as it rots away This is my wake Tomorrow is my funeral But not a soul is present Because technically I am alive Have you watched me Sit in the shadows In the corners On the curbs In the secrets Of a wretched mind Have you understood What I’ve gone through In those halls And classrooms In the chairs At the desks Inside my own head With all those eyes Beaming at me Throwing my mind Onto overdrive As I feel myself Collapse inside They said it was all my fault They told me to snap under pressure Forced me to believe, I was the eternal loser And they the eternal winners They chased me on the streets Screaming how I deserved to die They chased me in the halls Burning my every confidence They encouraged my awful mind To realize that everything That I said to myself In my own head That it was true on the outside And the rest of the population Inside of that building Just watched as it passed them by Bystanders in an awful fight Letting them pick me apart Pull it away All those bystanders Just stood there Watching and screaming Go Go Go To the winning team And what else did they do Those bystanders and those winners They told me another thing too I was responsible for my own demise Because the treatment I was facing By all the surroundings Was my fault too They told me to stand my ground That I could just take it like a big girl As I could hide inside They told me not to fight them off They said they’d go away some day So why are they still around Why do they still say the same things Why do they stalk my every move Waiting for the wrong one to appear So they can use it against my fears They told me I was responsible For the bullying I had received They told me I was the failure Because I stood my ground They told me the torture would end And here it is. As I stand over my corpse At my unattended wake For my own mind But I am alive.

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Prove me wrong Explain how love Can work out for us Force me to believe In the hopeless cause That I call myself Tickle these fantasies Of a mysterious perfection They told me I would never obtain And please understand What you do to my brain Reversing what I believed was truth. And just realize, I’m the luckiest person, in the world All because I have you.

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Reversed to Love

Prove me wrong Explain how love Can work out for us Force me to believe In the hopeless cause That I call myself Tickle these fantasies Of a mysterious perfection They told me I would never obtain And please understand What you do to my brain Reversing what I believed was truth. And just realize, I’m the luckiest person, in the world All because I have you.

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I see you Standing there off in the corner Eyes focused on A girl standing here I’m watching you Glance towards me And this idle hand Moving towards me Shall we dance? With no music We still shall move Around in circles As the rest of them do Arms close Warmth embarks And slowly we fall

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Fall

I see you Standing there off in the corner Eyes focused on A girl standing here I’m watching you Glance towards me And this idle hand Moving towards me Shall we dance? With no music We still shall move Around in circles As the rest of them do Arms close Warmth embarks And slowly we fall

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I told myself Reinforced and believed That I was not enough To suit anyones needs Outside the battle Not one could recognize That I was any different When it came to my insides Raging, the war fought on And my mind almost won At least a good 20 times Before any break in the fight Restrained by cement At the bottom of seas I struggled to break chains And find strength To resurface as me Few are the ways, to weaken chains But razors seem enough Dealing with incurable pain At least until one day Sparks flew down Under this sea Brittling constraints And I broke free

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Recovery

I told myself Reinforced and believed That I was not enough To suit anyones needs Outside the battle Not one could recognize That I was any different When it came to my insides Raging, the war fought on And my mind almost won At least a good 20 times Before any break in the fight Restrained by cement At the bottom of seas I struggled to break chains And find strength To resurface as me Few are the ways, to weaken chains But razors seem enough Dealing with incurable pain At least until one day Sparks flew down Under this sea Brittling constraints And I broke free

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Brainwashed into hell Suffocating with lies Shoved down this throat Falsified visions of myself Firing out of their mouths Spewing out of my mind Their creation, my demise Advertised to all Unlovable and under-par Tacked by spears From words and slurs Blood escaping every wound ****** scenes don’t come close To living this life

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

I Was

Brainwashed into hell Suffocating with lies Shoved down this throat Falsified visions of myself Firing out of their mouths Spewing out of my mind Their creation, my demise Advertised to all Unlovable and under-par Tacked by spears From words and slurs Blood escaping every wound ****** scenes don’t come close To living this life

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Running from sleep Fighting its dreary eyes Passing through all the streets Sprinting in familiar surroundings Begging for something to remember From the days, I swore to forget In this place some time ago Screeching winds of comforting voices Engulf the road populated by corpses Slowing to a walk, the stairs appear Welcoming me down Silently descending, A bed made for one Settling six feet under Sleep comes not as war

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May 27, 2012

May 27, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Sleep

Running from sleep Fighting its dreary eyes Passing through all the streets Sprinting in familiar surroundings Begging for something to remember From the days, I swore to forget In this place some time ago Screeching winds of comforting voices Engulf the road populated by corpses Slowing to a walk, the stairs appear Welcoming me down Silently descending, A bed made for one Settling six feet under Sleep comes not as war

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Once, I wanted to give Thirteen Reasons Why And bury myself While I was totally alive Six feet under the ground Once, I tried to step Out the window, Just To feel myself fall Through thin air Only to smack On the cement below Once, I failed to lift A simple weight Even an inch Above my chest Before it cracked My collar bone. Once, I broke Thought it was ending Told them to grab The bullets Fire at will And once, I asked a boy To take my hand Spin me around for A short dance Then, I promised myself Never turn into One of those poets Writing dedications Again and again to them Because by the end They became jokes Once, I told someone I never wanted to fall in love Over and over and over again Because they said I'm never going to be good enough But once, I never said This was a love poem Maybe it's an appreciation one Cause once, I asked you to dance And for some reason You decided to say yes Thanks for that And for now, Thanks for everything we've become Let's take this journey longer Go for all the risks Make these memories last Once, I want to hold on And never let go.

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May 16, 2012

May 16, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC

kate-lynn-walsh

Once

Once, I wanted to give Thirteen Reasons Why And bury myself While I was totally alive Six feet under the ground Once, I tried to step Out the window, Just To feel myself fall Through thin air Only to smack On the cement below Once, I failed to lift A simple weight Even an inch Above my chest Before it cracked My collar bone. Once, I broke Thought it was ending Told them to grab The bullets Fire at will And once, I asked a boy To take my hand Spin me around for A short dance Then, I promised myself Never turn into One of those poets Writing dedications Again and again to them Because by the end They became jokes Once, I told someone I never wanted to fall in love Over and over and over again Because they said I'm never going to be good enough But once, I never said This was a love poem Maybe it's an appreciation one Cause once, I asked you to dance And for some reason You decided to say yes Thanks for that And for now, Thanks for everything we've become Let's take this journey longer Go for all the risks Make these memories last Once, I want to hold on And never let go.

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