kelly-michelle - Hello Poetry

Has no one yet told her? They've cut off a limb? Screamed for mercy..for relief.. Make it end! so they did. An injury of flesh A deep **** long ago. No mending, nor cleaning Only concealed not to show. Who cares? she thought.. Everyone bleeds. Who is there? she thought.. Better nobody sees. And smile, she did Moving through each pain. Alone she hid If they knew, its the same. The poison set in Quiet as death one day. She looked, blinked twice And she knew she can't stay. For the injury now infected Moved poison through her blood. All her silence, the despair Consuming, as a flood.. And then it no longer mattered How things would look. The surgeons could see she was dying Would be her last breath that she took.. Quickly they worked No more time now to waste.. Better to live a life altered Than lose all hope and grace. But has no one yet told her? They've cut off a limb. Screamed for mercy.. For relief.. Make it end! so they did.

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC

Divorce

Has no one yet told her? They've cut off a limb? Screamed for mercy..for relief.. Make it end! so they did. An injury of flesh A deep **** long ago. No mending, nor cleaning Only concealed not to show. Who cares? she thought.. Everyone bleeds. Who is there? she thought.. Better nobody sees. And smile, she did Moving through each pain. Alone she hid If they knew, its the same. The poison set in Quiet as death one day. She looked, blinked twice And she knew she can't stay. For the injury now infected Moved poison through her blood. All her silence, the despair Consuming, as a flood.. And then it no longer mattered How things would look. The surgeons could see she was dying Would be her last breath that she took.. Quickly they worked No more time now to waste.. Better to live a life altered Than lose all hope and grace. But has no one yet told her? They've cut off a limb. Screamed for mercy.. For relief.. Make it end! so they did.

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I lost a poem today I thought it profound captured my confusion Anchored feet to the ground.. This piece, she flew away Didn't bother to wave How I hurt that she left me Yet her loss a gift gave.. So attached I am To the stories I weave Yet gripping so tightly I can't allow grief to leave.. So you see, my dear poem She so suddenly was gone She did not say goodbye Her gift? To move on.

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Mar 30, 2013

Mar 30, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC

I lost a poem today

I lost a poem today I thought it profound captured my confusion Anchored feet to the ground.. This piece, she flew away Didn't bother to wave How I hurt that she left me Yet her loss a gift gave.. So attached I am To the stories I weave Yet gripping so tightly I can't allow grief to leave.. So you see, my dear poem She so suddenly was gone She did not say goodbye Her gift? To move on.

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I see her there A dark look in her eye Smirking at me Inviting "give it a try".. My Shadow dares me Into the ring Smuggly she grins Thinks I've nothin to bring.. "You know ur smoked!" She gleefully taunts "You wanna spar with me? I'm fueled by your wants!" I shuffle my feet Timidly taking my stance The first round, a blood bath That b@tch kicked my A$$ Bruised and beat down My trainer now pleads Where is your fight girl? Ya think I brought you to bleed?! "But she's mean!" I sob.. As I spit out a tooth "She breaks every rule!" "So resentful and uncooth!" Even still she is A true part of you Learn to dance in this ring Or you, she will rule.. Now I stand with conviction To face my brutal self She may take her pound of flesh But none will leave til its dealt.. We are not so separate One good, and one bad We move with congruence Our conversation now had.. I dodge and I weave As I feel her wear out I take a few blows But I leave her no doubt.. I am in this ring Til our dealings be done She may beat me down But our pieces are one.

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Mar 24, 2013

Mar 24, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC

Shadow Boxing

I see her there A dark look in her eye Smirking at me Inviting "give it a try".. My Shadow dares me Into the ring Smuggly she grins Thinks I've nothin to bring.. "You know ur smoked!" She gleefully taunts "You wanna spar with me? I'm fueled by your wants!" I shuffle my feet Timidly taking my stance The first round, a blood bath That b@tch kicked my A$$ Bruised and beat down My trainer now pleads Where is your fight girl? Ya think I brought you to bleed?! "But she's mean!" I sob.. As I spit out a tooth "She breaks every rule!" "So resentful and uncooth!" Even still she is A true part of you Learn to dance in this ring Or you, she will rule.. Now I stand with conviction To face my brutal self She may take her pound of flesh But none will leave til its dealt.. We are not so separate One good, and one bad We move with congruence Our conversation now had.. I dodge and I weave As I feel her wear out I take a few blows But I leave her no doubt.. I am in this ring Til our dealings be done She may beat me down But our pieces are one.

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The least you can do.. All I'm willing to ask. The least you can do.. Won't trigger hurts past. The least you can do.. Allows me my wall. The least you can do.. Off need's cliff I won't fall. The least you can do.. Won't harm if you turn away. The least you can do.. Prepares for when you can't stay.

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Mar 23, 2013

Mar 23, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC

The Least You Can Do

The least you can do.. All I'm willing to ask. The least you can do.. Won't trigger hurts past. The least you can do.. Allows me my wall. The least you can do.. Off need's cliff I won't fall. The least you can do.. Won't harm if you turn away. The least you can do.. Prepares for when you can't stay.

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HE SHE WE Seek shelter through the storm EYES CAN'T SEE Nature's wisdom as she forms PARTS BREAK FREE Amongst debrie of broken dreams NEW LIFE BREATHES Amidst decaying, dead treacheries WHY ASK WHY Layers pile one upon the last RAIN TEARS DRY Each new life fed by its past A STRANGENESS TO This rythm, this bittersweet song PRIMITIVE IS TRUTH We live and die yet always belong

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Mar 23, 2013

Mar 23, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC

PRIMITIVE IS TRUTH

HE SHE WE Seek shelter through the storm EYES CAN'T SEE Nature's wisdom as she forms PARTS BREAK FREE Amongst debrie of broken dreams NEW LIFE BREATHES Amidst decaying, dead treacheries WHY ASK WHY Layers pile one upon the last RAIN TEARS DRY Each new life fed by its past A STRANGENESS TO This rythm, this bittersweet song PRIMITIVE IS TRUTH We live and die yet always belong

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As my heart looks around A Sea of Mess to be found.. Cluttered is my mind A way through, will I find? Bewildered and unsteady I begin though not ready.. With no end in sight Will I win this fight? Can I stand the reflections Of limitless imperfections? Inner space, a safe haven Yet my world its not saving.. And the work to be done May not be so much fun.. In me, a child wants play With tasks she won't stay.. Discipline caused her fear She resists seeing the mirror.. But perhaps she would find A reflection not unkind.. Compassion and strength Companions for the length.. Never alone with the mess An internal team makes it less.. Of an upsetting event Echoing so much love sent.. From all goodness known She will make this her home.

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC

Sea of Mess

As my heart looks around A Sea of Mess to be found.. Cluttered is my mind A way through, will I find? Bewildered and unsteady I begin though not ready.. With no end in sight Will I win this fight? Can I stand the reflections Of limitless imperfections? Inner space, a safe haven Yet my world its not saving.. And the work to be done May not be so much fun.. In me, a child wants play With tasks she won't stay.. Discipline caused her fear She resists seeing the mirror.. But perhaps she would find A reflection not unkind.. Compassion and strength Companions for the length.. Never alone with the mess An internal team makes it less.. Of an upsetting event Echoing so much love sent.. From all goodness known She will make this her home.

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Dear Brother, Don't be so strong.. Burdened so long.. If I could take.. Away the heart ache.. Dear Brother, I would your soul.. Ease and console.. Remove the fears.. An Ocean of tears.. Dear Brother, Powerless we are.. To rescue your star.. Yet see Love prevail.. It Heals without fail.. Dear Brother, Your heart beats in hers.. Angel near reassures.. God's love wraps around.. Seeming lost before found.. Dear Brother, Know always in all ways.. God stands by to amaze.. Ivy's heart holds your heart.. We stand as one as our part..

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Mar 19, 2013

Mar 19, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC

Dear Brother

Dear Brother, Don't be so strong.. Burdened so long.. If I could take.. Away the heart ache.. Dear Brother, I would your soul.. Ease and console.. Remove the fears.. An Ocean of tears.. Dear Brother, Powerless we are.. To rescue your star.. Yet see Love prevail.. It Heals without fail.. Dear Brother, Your heart beats in hers.. Angel near reassures.. God's love wraps around.. Seeming lost before found.. Dear Brother, Know always in all ways.. God stands by to amaze.. Ivy's heart holds your heart.. We stand as one as our part..

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Do you have a "Mindful Eye"? For challenges you face on your way.. Or do you take a critical stance.. For each flaw, each "trouble" of the day? From where do our judgements echo? Intruding into Present from Past.. How well do you recognize the script? You follow blindly believing you're cast.. In a role which allows no liberty.. To move free or breathe new life.. If you knew your role to be optional.. Would you find courage to let go of strife? Would you see your perception subjective? Suffering not manditory from Pain.. Would you re-map your inner workings.. To move forward your "healing brain"? Now for me, I can tell you.. I suffer from "exhaulted opinions" too.. I stand in harsh judgement.. Of all "I can't" but wish I could do.. And as I become more flustered.. More discouraged and "proven" correct.. My Mindful Eye waits with patience.. That someday soon we'll connect.

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Mar 19, 2013

Mar 19, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC

A Mindful Eye

Do you have a "Mindful Eye"? For challenges you face on your way.. Or do you take a critical stance.. For each flaw, each "trouble" of the day? From where do our judgements echo? Intruding into Present from Past.. How well do you recognize the script? You follow blindly believing you're cast.. In a role which allows no liberty.. To move free or breathe new life.. If you knew your role to be optional.. Would you find courage to let go of strife? Would you see your perception subjective? Suffering not manditory from Pain.. Would you re-map your inner workings.. To move forward your "healing brain"? Now for me, I can tell you.. I suffer from "exhaulted opinions" too.. I stand in harsh judgement.. Of all "I can't" but wish I could do.. And as I become more flustered.. More discouraged and "proven" correct.. My Mindful Eye waits with patience.. That someday soon we'll connect.

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Fault is a stealy sheild.. Blame, a fool's way to resist.. Misery affords some company.. Yet then Suffering will only persist.. A rebellion requires no heros.. No villians, no victims, nor saints.. Now how would this picture be painted.. If Healing and Mercy were paints? The intense and darker shades.. Blended with muted, softer lights.. The poetry in each colors' movement.. Would strike us all with such sight.. We would not focus on parts.. Wonder what is"good" or what's "bad".. We would breathe in the splendor.. The artistry of soul survial we now have.. Released from harsh judgement.. Free of resentments and old pain.. And finally those who have harmed us.. Forgiven, allowing inner peace to reign..

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC

If Healing and Mercy were Paints...

Fault is a stealy sheild.. Blame, a fool's way to resist.. Misery affords some company.. Yet then Suffering will only persist.. A rebellion requires no heros.. No villians, no victims, nor saints.. Now how would this picture be painted.. If Healing and Mercy were paints? The intense and darker shades.. Blended with muted, softer lights.. The poetry in each colors' movement.. Would strike us all with such sight.. We would not focus on parts.. Wonder what is"good" or what's "bad".. We would breathe in the splendor.. The artistry of soul survial we now have.. Released from harsh judgement.. Free of resentments and old pain.. And finally those who have harmed us.. Forgiven, allowing inner peace to reign..

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I can see now the injury.. The tear which ripped through a soul.. The irresistable gravitational force it has.. An internal super nova, made blackhole.. See the bandit who robs children? Of their fantasy world of "safe".. Their image of a benevolent universe.. Hallowed by a hole deep in inner space.. Time folds there as it captures.. Pain too emense to fit in inside.. Frozen solid for later feeling.. Moments from which we all hide.. Layers and piles of "protection".. From hurts too bitter to taste.. Too cutting and raw in the knowing.. Too "gone" for time to waste.. Some more "protected" than others.. With their egos and illusion of control.. These are the ones most troubled.. Their false lives have swallowed them whole.. Now see the ones who show their pain? Their layers suspended in time? Perhaps some pulled to look inward.. Through the love of music, art, or rhym.. And others finally forced by fate's will.. To surrender their powerless pieces.. Emptied of excess, their souls cry out.. "I am Startdust; I am that which never ceases"..

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC

A Tear in the Fabric of a Mind

I can see now the injury.. The tear which ripped through a soul.. The irresistable gravitational force it has.. An internal super nova, made blackhole.. See the bandit who robs children? Of their fantasy world of "safe".. Their image of a benevolent universe.. Hallowed by a hole deep in inner space.. Time folds there as it captures.. Pain too emense to fit in inside.. Frozen solid for later feeling.. Moments from which we all hide.. Layers and piles of "protection".. From hurts too bitter to taste.. Too cutting and raw in the knowing.. Too "gone" for time to waste.. Some more "protected" than others.. With their egos and illusion of control.. These are the ones most troubled.. Their false lives have swallowed them whole.. Now see the ones who show their pain? Their layers suspended in time? Perhaps some pulled to look inward.. Through the love of music, art, or rhym.. And others finally forced by fate's will.. To surrender their powerless pieces.. Emptied of excess, their souls cry out.. "I am Startdust; I am that which never ceases"..

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