kimberly-bicknell - Hello Poetry

My My My…. My mother is irrational My father is a legend My sister is an angel My brother is a philosopher But what is to become of me? I stand here steady and calm Everyday you’re systematic The unconscious strides your mind makes in a moment No one can target where they originate You just know that when they appear Let it marinate within you, seep into your skin It’s hungry now The monster lives and feeds Nothing less will suffice.. Than the utter idea of moving on to something new Once it’s fed, you wait with anticipation Until the hunger consumes you once more

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Feb 1, 2012

Feb 1, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC

It’s Fun to Be Friends with Monsters

My My My…. My mother is irrational My father is a legend My sister is an angel My brother is a philosopher But what is to become of me? I stand here steady and calm Everyday you’re systematic The unconscious strides your mind makes in a moment No one can target where they originate You just know that when they appear Let it marinate within you, seep into your skin It’s hungry now The monster lives and feeds Nothing less will suffice.. Than the utter idea of moving on to something new Once it’s fed, you wait with anticipation Until the hunger consumes you once more

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Every moment a lifetime away sweet melody wont you take me today The thought of many, sticks to me inline with the storms sway Epiphany! I see through the devils eye The moonlights glaze rocks me to sleep I dare to doze off In hopes that dreaming can give me an explanation Provided there is a shield for those who need Where is this shield so true of worth? A shield so clear it shines like a penny Worth a penny And just a useless wherever you take it Look close to see the cracks It crumbles and erodes just like any Any in fact But this one accused to be false “Trade it in!” you say As if it’s a negotiation Bargain with me How much for a new direction? It’s been so long since I felt safe Could be a nice change Something to catch the rocks being thrown Daggers in the back twist nicely with age Reminds me that the pain is real Stiff and stubborn You see the truth The pity I have for those who don’t see Deep and murky is the pain, you are wounded now and have been for a while Forbidden Juice or Powerful Pill? Something easy and quick to numb my brain I can’t see past the shadows, nor light in the distance

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Dec 28, 2011

Dec 28, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC

Penny for your Thoughts

Every moment a lifetime away sweet melody wont you take me today The thought of many, sticks to me inline with the storms sway Epiphany! I see through the devils eye The moonlights glaze rocks me to sleep I dare to doze off In hopes that dreaming can give me an explanation Provided there is a shield for those who need Where is this shield so true of worth? A shield so clear it shines like a penny Worth a penny And just a useless wherever you take it Look close to see the cracks It crumbles and erodes just like any Any in fact But this one accused to be false “Trade it in!” you say As if it’s a negotiation Bargain with me How much for a new direction? It’s been so long since I felt safe Could be a nice change Something to catch the rocks being thrown Daggers in the back twist nicely with age Reminds me that the pain is real Stiff and stubborn You see the truth The pity I have for those who don’t see Deep and murky is the pain, you are wounded now and have been for a while Forbidden Juice or Powerful Pill? Something easy and quick to numb my brain I can’t see past the shadows, nor light in the distance

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I see it all the time…. It divides, spreads, then multiplies in my brain gets trapped, almost smushed in between each and every crevice It’s times like these… That my nerves can get the best of me This should be fun. I tell myself in a condescending tone As if I don’t know what’s about to happen But I’ve seen it, too many times to count Forced to watch it I re-live it everyday Not the same scenario of course each sequence that appears is more and more realistic than before This time…. I’m waiting for the train Alone, my body sitting calmly on the metal bench All there is for sound is water streaming through the pipes In the lower levels of the city The dark caves and heavy ledges can treat you differently Thoughts of the night before run through my mind I smirk, thinking of how the stupidest things make the best stories I close my eyes trying to get an ounce of rest Then I feel it An item jabbed in the back of my neck I sit still, trying to fight the fact that this could be the last time my eyes our open I see it so clearly; it plays so vivid in my mind If I were to die right here, right now Could I say I lived a fulfilling life? Would I be happy with what others remember me as? I hope to feel as though I would In a sick way this play, screws its way into my mind Unable to stop it when it starts It just appears, the only way to handle it is to watch Watch and wait to see which scene will be the setting for my death At least I’d know a few words the paper would read The picture paints the same every time I’d like to flick the switch that controls this heavy doom Turn it off! I don’t wish to take this treacherous ride anymore I always become a fixture in this working machine Cue the same scenario once more This time I’m standing on top of a building Looking down from the roof Tying to read everyone thoughts as they pass by They see so blindly, the same repeated path but they never get to know the streets They never see what’s actually in front of them From the top you see all of the above You wish you could take the scene and carry it with you home But in that moment your mind can play That ledge you leaned just needs one nudge, one push, one flick And you begin to watch as it unfolds once more This time I’m holding a gun at the shooting range The power alone gives me anxiety A tool that can **** in an instant and I have it in my hands It’s amazing that you can practice shooting with no test or trust needed Little did they know that a crazed person was walking through their door I tried to breathe as normal as I could walking in I knew immediately I wanted to walk right back out This is where the true test would be held As I took that gun my heart began again, I felt the panic attack coming And then…..Bang My first shot was fired. Between the aftershock and my nerves I could barely stand afterward I guess I passed this one, but what is to say of the next Your mind can play some nasty games The trick is to NEVER let it win.

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Dec 19, 2011

Dec 19, 2011 at 11:01 PM UTC

The Ending will Always be the Same

I see it all the time…. It divides, spreads, then multiplies in my brain gets trapped, almost smushed in between each and every crevice It’s times like these… That my nerves can get the best of me This should be fun. I tell myself in a condescending tone As if I don’t know what’s about to happen But I’ve seen it, too many times to count Forced to watch it I re-live it everyday Not the same scenario of course each sequence that appears is more and more realistic than before This time…. I’m waiting for the train Alone, my body sitting calmly on the metal bench All there is for sound is water streaming through the pipes In the lower levels of the city The dark caves and heavy ledges can treat you differently Thoughts of the night before run through my mind I smirk, thinking of how the stupidest things make the best stories I close my eyes trying to get an ounce of rest Then I feel it An item jabbed in the back of my neck I sit still, trying to fight the fact that this could be the last time my eyes our open I see it so clearly; it plays so vivid in my mind If I were to die right here, right now Could I say I lived a fulfilling life? Would I be happy with what others remember me as? I hope to feel as though I would In a sick way this play, screws its way into my mind Unable to stop it when it starts It just appears, the only way to handle it is to watch Watch and wait to see which scene will be the setting for my death At least I’d know a few words the paper would read The picture paints the same every time I’d like to flick the switch that controls this heavy doom Turn it off! I don’t wish to take this treacherous ride anymore I always become a fixture in this working machine Cue the same scenario once more This time I’m standing on top of a building Looking down from the roof Tying to read everyone thoughts as they pass by They see so blindly, the same repeated path but they never get to know the streets They never see what’s actually in front of them From the top you see all of the above You wish you could take the scene and carry it with you home But in that moment your mind can play That ledge you leaned just needs one nudge, one push, one flick And you begin to watch as it unfolds once more This time I’m holding a gun at the shooting range The power alone gives me anxiety A tool that can **** in an instant and I have it in my hands It’s amazing that you can practice shooting with no test or trust needed Little did they know that a crazed person was walking through their door I tried to breathe as normal as I could walking in I knew immediately I wanted to walk right back out This is where the true test would be held As I took that gun my heart began again, I felt the panic attack coming And then…..Bang My first shot was fired. Between the aftershock and my nerves I could barely stand afterward I guess I passed this one, but what is to say of the next Your mind can play some nasty games The trick is to NEVER let it win.

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Do you realize? That the stars & sky Are just pretend They flash & flicker Pass & Clash But we never know why In our eyes They could be Something that we make believe To them they know Of no boundary or route Just fluttering clusters with nothing to do They see us And think we’re so silly To friend & fuss in front of us

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Nov 17, 2011

Nov 17, 2011 at 2:25 PM UTC

Perspective From: Above

Do you realize? That the stars & sky Are just pretend They flash & flicker Pass & Clash But we never know why In our eyes They could be Something that we make believe To them they know Of no boundary or route Just fluttering clusters with nothing to do They see us And think we’re so silly To friend & fuss in front of us

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Holes filled up But we see through the crap Pay what’s enough And never look back What are you staring at? Don’t you know? It’s me you’re looking at I’m the show Step inside and get your ticket What am I selling for these days? My dream, never got any credit But who’s counting anyway. One day you’ll get it Each day will eat you alive Think that progress feels like **** Until there’s nothing inside You move and shift In so many ways Just a piece thrown to fit Being a prop is tough some days

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Nov 17, 2011

Nov 17, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC

People As Props

Holes filled up But we see through the crap Pay what’s enough And never look back What are you staring at? Don’t you know? It’s me you’re looking at I’m the show Step inside and get your ticket What am I selling for these days? My dream, never got any credit But who’s counting anyway. One day you’ll get it Each day will eat you alive Think that progress feels like **** Until there’s nothing inside You move and shift In so many ways Just a piece thrown to fit Being a prop is tough some days

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Pretending is such a lovely game. To be a wizard casting spells. A princess wishing to be saved from the top of an evil tower. Pretending to listen.. Nodding your head in unison with words. As if they need your nonverbal gesture to sleep at night. Pretending to care.. Going through the motions without so much of tender hand on a shoulder. Forcing a smile back at them as if we were dogs ready to attack. Pretending. Always Pretending! The game has lost in our thoughts. Wake up! Liven your soul. And stop pretending.

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Nov 15, 2011

Nov 15, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC

A Game Lost

Pretending is such a lovely game. To be a wizard casting spells. A princess wishing to be saved from the top of an evil tower. Pretending to listen.. Nodding your head in unison with words. As if they need your nonverbal gesture to sleep at night. Pretending to care.. Going through the motions without so much of tender hand on a shoulder. Forcing a smile back at them as if we were dogs ready to attack. Pretending. Always Pretending! The game has lost in our thoughts. Wake up! Liven your soul. And stop pretending.

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You are crazy Go back chime your way out and back in to my life. I wish to turn The hands you have Back To begin again To start over again Once more To have another shot Yet again All the ticks So in sync Move so subtly And fill the silence The movement we know But with no control Shield, block, and ignore it If you wish This dance Forever moving, changing Each is… a significant moment. Each thoughtless circular way around The windmill spun reluctant to cease. If only to have power To reprimand those hands The work of man Creating this beast An idea That now has a life of it’s own The work in which Will not be undone For it lives now In the core of our wishful thoughts Controlling our steps Demanding our presence Expecting us to obey Limiting us by the second Always in thought dancing away It’ll never stop Even though we wish it to Imagine us Without these hands that hold the pulse of our existence. Living would be redefined

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Oct 30, 2011

Oct 30, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC

Clockwork

You are crazy Go back chime your way out and back in to my life. I wish to turn The hands you have Back To begin again To start over again Once more To have another shot Yet again All the ticks So in sync Move so subtly And fill the silence The movement we know But with no control Shield, block, and ignore it If you wish This dance Forever moving, changing Each is… a significant moment. Each thoughtless circular way around The windmill spun reluctant to cease. If only to have power To reprimand those hands The work of man Creating this beast An idea That now has a life of it’s own The work in which Will not be undone For it lives now In the core of our wishful thoughts Controlling our steps Demanding our presence Expecting us to obey Limiting us by the second Always in thought dancing away It’ll never stop Even though we wish it to Imagine us Without these hands that hold the pulse of our existence. Living would be redefined

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Speak in a low tone. so you can hear Me. I love this song the beat illuminates Me. You, can’t miss this remember…remind Me. Silence. delay the response. just keep talking to Me Great stride, with an excellent disposition! wave at the people with Me Rendezvous... in an hour? have a drink or two with Me Pretentious they pretend to know everything. see them, flaring nostrils at Me? Cease to speak… something so thoughtless to Me. Later just say… that was just crazy of Me. Talking in your head? automatically answering… Me.

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Oct 27, 2011

Oct 27, 2011 at 8:51 PM UTC

Consciousness

Speak in a low tone. so you can hear Me. I love this song the beat illuminates Me. You, can’t miss this remember…remind Me. Silence. delay the response. just keep talking to Me Great stride, with an excellent disposition! wave at the people with Me Rendezvous... in an hour? have a drink or two with Me Pretentious they pretend to know everything. see them, flaring nostrils at Me? Cease to speak… something so thoughtless to Me. Later just say… that was just crazy of Me. Talking in your head? automatically answering… Me.

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Fearful of the future Time warp to 20 years later What is to show of this departure? Blinded by what is to come Folded into a blanket My true skin revealed No friends, only a screen to cry to When they tell you of the journey They leave out the part of it being lonely With nothing but your toes missing the feeling To make you want to move Anxiety about stepping outside in the wide eyed new age Wanting every bit of it to end Punch what knowledge they know straight through their face Only to see that the knowledge you know really isn’t worth anything To know what was said and drown out the headache Tough in a sense Come take a drive Open seat available for you Grin and bear the turns Boulevards and railroads never looked so good Once passed Hug the corner Race the light Beat the reflection Look in no direction Cut through the lines They define nothing Only within the finer things You see Things flash by Gone before you know it

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Oct 27, 2011

Oct 27, 2011 at 12:26 PM UTC

THE FAST LANE

Fearful of the future Time warp to 20 years later What is to show of this departure? Blinded by what is to come Folded into a blanket My true skin revealed No friends, only a screen to cry to When they tell you of the journey They leave out the part of it being lonely With nothing but your toes missing the feeling To make you want to move Anxiety about stepping outside in the wide eyed new age Wanting every bit of it to end Punch what knowledge they know straight through their face Only to see that the knowledge you know really isn’t worth anything To know what was said and drown out the headache Tough in a sense Come take a drive Open seat available for you Grin and bear the turns Boulevards and railroads never looked so good Once passed Hug the corner Race the light Beat the reflection Look in no direction Cut through the lines They define nothing Only within the finer things You see Things flash by Gone before you know it

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Hiding in a puzzle Looking through a maze Shut your eyes tight Wear a grin to fight The willing will redeem Cast in the screen When all you seek is to forget Knowledge unknowing seems hard to regret Backtrack to the words that soothe Only few were never rude Take the shot Cut the **** Wake up and believe This isn’t a dream Jealousy becomes poison The strings loosen A tight whip Shallow dip In a world where what you do matters Realize that no one gives a ****

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Oct 27, 2011

Oct 27, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC

Social Suicide

Hiding in a puzzle Looking through a maze Shut your eyes tight Wear a grin to fight The willing will redeem Cast in the screen When all you seek is to forget Knowledge unknowing seems hard to regret Backtrack to the words that soothe Only few were never rude Take the shot Cut the **** Wake up and believe This isn’t a dream Jealousy becomes poison The strings loosen A tight whip Shallow dip In a world where what you do matters Realize that no one gives a ****

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