kendra-wilson - Hello Poetry

Brown eyes or blue. I know not anymore. They often changed colour like my mind changes decisions. Whether or not I should tell you about my lovely infatuation for you, to you. You know not what you do to me. You don't know how many times you've taken my breath away, and left me suffocating in your presence over the littlest things you do. You drowned me in your laugh, and your voice sent kisses along my spine. I shivered in response and the blood in my cheeks boiled. I knew not how you'd react. If after I told you the world would start to crumble to its core, and I'd be swallowed with it. Or the sun would shine a bit brighter. But neither the first nor the latter happened. My hands we're violently vibrating. My heart racing. My grips to everything physical around me tightened. I almost put myself into cardiac arrest. Your eyes met mine, the world stopped. I whispered things to you in that moment that could almost end my life all together. But would it really be gone if it was standing right in front of me? So I let my hope and dreams escape out through my mouth. Hoping it'd become a reality. Nothing happened. Not the first nor the latter. The dreams never became a nightmare. Just empty space, empty air. Just the echo of descending footsteps with awkward pitches. I walked away after opening my chest to you, revealing everything I'd ever thought. I wish now that the earth did swallow me, and made me into it's mantle. Instead it made me stand in your sight, still. And you left me feeling. Not really feeling. You left me... lost. Not a feeling, just a state of mind. Lost. I quietly sewed my chest together. And mourned silently of what's left to my broken heart. And we never again spoke a word to each other. I am left with a hollow chest. I know that you won't breathe life into me again.

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC

I Know Not

Brown eyes or blue. I know not anymore. They often changed colour like my mind changes decisions. Whether or not I should tell you about my lovely infatuation for you, to you. You know not what you do to me. You don't know how many times you've taken my breath away, and left me suffocating in your presence over the littlest things you do. You drowned me in your laugh, and your voice sent kisses along my spine. I shivered in response and the blood in my cheeks boiled. I knew not how you'd react. If after I told you the world would start to crumble to its core, and I'd be swallowed with it. Or the sun would shine a bit brighter. But neither the first nor the latter happened. My hands we're violently vibrating. My heart racing. My grips to everything physical around me tightened. I almost put myself into cardiac arrest. Your eyes met mine, the world stopped. I whispered things to you in that moment that could almost end my life all together. But would it really be gone if it was standing right in front of me? So I let my hope and dreams escape out through my mouth. Hoping it'd become a reality. Nothing happened. Not the first nor the latter. The dreams never became a nightmare. Just empty space, empty air. Just the echo of descending footsteps with awkward pitches. I walked away after opening my chest to you, revealing everything I'd ever thought. I wish now that the earth did swallow me, and made me into it's mantle. Instead it made me stand in your sight, still. And you left me feeling. Not really feeling. You left me... lost. Not a feeling, just a state of mind. Lost. I quietly sewed my chest together. And mourned silently of what's left to my broken heart. And we never again spoke a word to each other. I am left with a hollow chest. I know that you won't breathe life into me again.

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The man in the dark came after me last night I screamed and steam escaped my mouth But my pleas were shoved back down my throat Kicking and screaming Not wanting, not feeling Hands bound to you Soul shut off to you Body violated by you The sky seems grey and dark I'm scared, I'm being torn apart by a beast The man, he's long gone He is nothing more He is now a snake slither around my spine The snake wrapped itself around me Whispered screams after every violent ****** and around me he went, and shoved steel rod fingers into my windpipe Feelings are lost Is it over now? It's all over now My body violated Minor bruising, but I'm bleeding inside Blow out candles light gone behind my eyes I know see every man as a vile poison I can't stay alone Can't help but feeling I'm somebody else's home Somebody else's to own Oh it's all my fault Mouth sewn shut won't tell anyone else Eyes won't shut Don't wake me from my daydream

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC

The Man in the Dark

The man in the dark came after me last night I screamed and steam escaped my mouth But my pleas were shoved back down my throat Kicking and screaming Not wanting, not feeling Hands bound to you Soul shut off to you Body violated by you The sky seems grey and dark I'm scared, I'm being torn apart by a beast The man, he's long gone He is nothing more He is now a snake slither around my spine The snake wrapped itself around me Whispered screams after every violent ****** and around me he went, and shoved steel rod fingers into my windpipe Feelings are lost Is it over now? It's all over now My body violated Minor bruising, but I'm bleeding inside Blow out candles light gone behind my eyes I know see every man as a vile poison I can't stay alone Can't help but feeling I'm somebody else's home Somebody else's to own Oh it's all my fault Mouth sewn shut won't tell anyone else Eyes won't shut Don't wake me from my daydream

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The tears your eyes could never cry The scream your voice could never make The nightmares you could never escape The mistakes you did wish you could erase Confrontation to the things that went wrong The truth The death of something Poetry is the lump in the back of your throat, muffled by society The thing to make us feel something.

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Dec 1, 2015

Dec 1, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC

Poetry is...

The tears your eyes could never cry The scream your voice could never make The nightmares you could never escape The mistakes you did wish you could erase Confrontation to the things that went wrong The truth The death of something Poetry is the lump in the back of your throat, muffled by society The thing to make us feel something.

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No matter how strong I seem about the subject of love... I hope I PROVE MYSELF WRONG I hope someone will love me I don't want to FEEL EMPTY anymore to the point where I am UNUSED VACANCY I want to GROW old WITH SOMEONE. But if not... If SOMEONE WON'T LOVE ME I'LL do what has to be done, DIE EARLY, die LONELY, EMPTY, memories torturing me, searching for a soul to share with. But you know LOVE doesn't EXIST.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC

Love Me...

No matter how strong I seem about the subject of love... I hope I PROVE MYSELF WRONG I hope someone will love me I don't want to FEEL EMPTY anymore to the point where I am UNUSED VACANCY I want to GROW old WITH SOMEONE. But if not... If SOMEONE WON'T LOVE ME I'LL do what has to be done, DIE EARLY, die LONELY, EMPTY, memories torturing me, searching for a soul to share with. But you know LOVE doesn't EXIST.

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Though it isn't written When the time is given For no wages or ransom You would sell out the world I wouldn't trust my life I wouldn't keep my secrets In a running faucet mouth

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC

Sell Outs

Though it isn't written When the time is given For no wages or ransom You would sell out the world I wouldn't trust my life I wouldn't keep my secrets In a running faucet mouth

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I hope you feel good, leaving with her, leaving us behind. I hope you feel good, loving her when I love you. I hope you feel good, complimenting her smile while I'm here covering up my mirrors. I hope you feel good, leaving her, knowing she adores you.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC

I Hope You Feel Good

I hope you feel good, leaving with her, leaving us behind. I hope you feel good, loving her when I love you. I hope you feel good, complimenting her smile while I'm here covering up my mirrors. I hope you feel good, leaving her, knowing she adores you.

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Me: Pale eyes, Big thighs, and flat hair Chest that resembles waves And skin like the dead leaves of the fall You: Eyes like honey dew, Artistic mountain-like figures your voice drew You seem to be perfect, don't you? With the way you batter your eyelids and my lids, they cause hurricane winds Rough draft copies of tragedies My life a constant mixture of sin and sanity You, you're trapped in vanity. Am I a buffalo, with a targets on my sides? You're bullet of jokes stings. I bleed blood from my eyes I wish I was the carcass now, But the other half of me continues to go on now. You seem to hate my posture Hate the way my mouth cracks under all the pressure. Sue, SUE, SUE, SUICIDE WHERE YOU ASIDE from when I need you to wipe the tears, my eyes Is it when I'm alone and vulnerable you seem to want to comfort me? I wouldn't blame you to not want to be seen with The **** of the joke. I do not like the way your larynx lashes out to me Like whips to a slave Leaving scars, the words My skin, the page. But it's ok. I'll take the pain. After all it's just a joke It's only a game Even though your self esteem won't be the same. Relax, don't go insane. That's one of the joys (the pain) of being the **** of the joke

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Nov 23, 2015

Nov 23, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC

The **** of the Joke

Me: Pale eyes, Big thighs, and flat hair Chest that resembles waves And skin like the dead leaves of the fall You: Eyes like honey dew, Artistic mountain-like figures your voice drew You seem to be perfect, don't you? With the way you batter your eyelids and my lids, they cause hurricane winds Rough draft copies of tragedies My life a constant mixture of sin and sanity You, you're trapped in vanity. Am I a buffalo, with a targets on my sides? You're bullet of jokes stings. I bleed blood from my eyes I wish I was the carcass now, But the other half of me continues to go on now. You seem to hate my posture Hate the way my mouth cracks under all the pressure. Sue, SUE, SUE, SUICIDE WHERE YOU ASIDE from when I need you to wipe the tears, my eyes Is it when I'm alone and vulnerable you seem to want to comfort me? I wouldn't blame you to not want to be seen with The **** of the joke. I do not like the way your larynx lashes out to me Like whips to a slave Leaving scars, the words My skin, the page. But it's ok. I'll take the pain. After all it's just a joke It's only a game Even though your self esteem won't be the same. Relax, don't go insane. That's one of the joys (the pain) of being the **** of the joke

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I think I've found a rose Think I should burn it soon Think the stems arose off the ground, where I put it down The darkness seems overwhelming Yet your heart seems welcoming Take me with you to your home Lip-locked fools, knocking over all the stools Sitting on a bench No we're not friends, so lets not pretend Eyes like ice Hands like sandpaper it's heated up, yet still cold to the touch I think your hair is on fire Guess I should put away this lighter, for my cigarettes But that's just its color Now I won't forget The only way for me to get high is to stare at you all night Staring until my iris melts, until my pupils burn Don't just fold your lips Super pink petals It's bleeding now I bit it too hard Her voice calls the night Wind's her appetite Joy is what she is She's my therapist I need to learn a lot from her But I'm her depressing thoughts My mouth ****** bullets Yes, we're magnets Positives and negatives I've learned a lot from it She is apple blossom I am arsenic Well apple and poison seems to go well, doesn't it? People stare and laugh But I love the sound of their screams When I rip what life is left at the seams This one love is gold Together, lets grow old.

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Nov 20, 2015

Nov 20, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC

We

I think I've found a rose Think I should burn it soon Think the stems arose off the ground, where I put it down The darkness seems overwhelming Yet your heart seems welcoming Take me with you to your home Lip-locked fools, knocking over all the stools Sitting on a bench No we're not friends, so lets not pretend Eyes like ice Hands like sandpaper it's heated up, yet still cold to the touch I think your hair is on fire Guess I should put away this lighter, for my cigarettes But that's just its color Now I won't forget The only way for me to get high is to stare at you all night Staring until my iris melts, until my pupils burn Don't just fold your lips Super pink petals It's bleeding now I bit it too hard Her voice calls the night Wind's her appetite Joy is what she is She's my therapist I need to learn a lot from her But I'm her depressing thoughts My mouth ****** bullets Yes, we're magnets Positives and negatives I've learned a lot from it She is apple blossom I am arsenic Well apple and poison seems to go well, doesn't it? People stare and laugh But I love the sound of their screams When I rip what life is left at the seams This one love is gold Together, lets grow old.

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