krisselle-s-cosgrove - Hello Poetry

Slip inside my mind But be careful of what you find Of all the madness inside of me I'll kiss a camera into your eyes You won't know the truth from lies I'll whisper voices inside your head From the graves of ghosts long since dead Then I'll turn the dial again Attach a virus, and hit send Now I'm crawling inside your skin Infecting you with all my sins From years, and years of centuries past You will know my name at last Your soul is mine to keep and, you'll worship me while you sleep I've kissed a camera into your eyes I'm the snake that whispers lies I'll make you bleed until you die Ah, watch the sky as you spin Jam the needle once again Colors pointing to a door Echo voices you've heard before Lower, lower they let you down... Until you smell the roses above the ground.

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC

Diary of A Madman A Century Ago

Slip inside my mind But be careful of what you find Of all the madness inside of me I'll kiss a camera into your eyes You won't know the truth from lies I'll whisper voices inside your head From the graves of ghosts long since dead Then I'll turn the dial again Attach a virus, and hit send Now I'm crawling inside your skin Infecting you with all my sins From years, and years of centuries past You will know my name at last Your soul is mine to keep and, you'll worship me while you sleep I've kissed a camera into your eyes I'm the snake that whispers lies I'll make you bleed until you die Ah, watch the sky as you spin Jam the needle once again Colors pointing to a door Echo voices you've heard before Lower, lower they let you down... Until you smell the roses above the ground.

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White noise like white light it's the sound I hear when I dream at night You greet me on angel wings when we fly into sacred white a sacred white that holds no sound encompassed by holy ground We decide which way to fly as Stars, and Planets float on by

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC

White Noise

White noise like white light it's the sound I hear when I dream at night You greet me on angel wings when we fly into sacred white a sacred white that holds no sound encompassed by holy ground We decide which way to fly as Stars, and Planets float on by

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This bravery and courage that you forge on today for the uncertainty you feel as it all passes away a future unknown for your wishes un-sewn as you pray for a magician, or miracle to steady your sway while you weep for the regrets of your yesterdays be brave and courageous for that’s what it’s about because when you get older, and wiser these things that you shout curses, and daggers you kick in the sand for the souls that have harmed you with blood on their hands See nobody tells you these things when you’re young… when you’re too old for dancing or, having some fun you’ll wish, and you’ll dream that you danced in the sun.

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC

For All Your Yesterdays (For The Irish)

This bravery and courage that you forge on today for the uncertainty you feel as it all passes away a future unknown for your wishes un-sewn as you pray for a magician, or miracle to steady your sway while you weep for the regrets of your yesterdays be brave and courageous for that’s what it’s about because when you get older, and wiser these things that you shout curses, and daggers you kick in the sand for the souls that have harmed you with blood on their hands See nobody tells you these things when you’re young… when you’re too old for dancing or, having some fun you’ll wish, and you’ll dream that you danced in the sun.

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Where clouds meet the sun where she drifts, she drifts no one knows where she goes she won't say she might say it's just for one day it might last for one month she can't say but she drifts, and drifts catching memories in silence of your kiss when she was held, and cherished once when she danced under the moon and sun... where the clouds meet the sun when she danced when she was young.

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Jan 17, 2016

Jan 17, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC

Where Clouds Meet The Sun

Where clouds meet the sun where she drifts, she drifts no one knows where she goes she won't say she might say it's just for one day it might last for one month she can't say but she drifts, and drifts catching memories in silence of your kiss when she was held, and cherished once when she danced under the moon and sun... where the clouds meet the sun when she danced when she was young.

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Rock me to sleep, and I will curl up in your strong arms with your words you cradle me from harm softly, softly you rock me with your arms gently rocking me to to sleep from anyone who wants to harm my soul to hurt — or, my soul to keep — a soul like mine that’s pure, and good darling, darling I feel understood for the first time a man that will watch over me who see’s my spirit who see’s me.

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC

Rock Me To Sleep

Rock me to sleep, and I will curl up in your strong arms with your words you cradle me from harm softly, softly you rock me with your arms gently rocking me to to sleep from anyone who wants to harm my soul to hurt — or, my soul to keep — a soul like mine that’s pure, and good darling, darling I feel understood for the first time a man that will watch over me who see’s my spirit who see’s me.

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You were never a Mother to me you left me behind you see there was never enough food nor, light nothing ever went well, or right... you ignored everything in sight and, your husband touched me where a little girl was lost down there... I should have never had to go Oh, all the tears that I learned to know Mother, you never came back to see how you never protected me.

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Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC

Never

You were never a Mother to me you left me behind you see there was never enough food nor, light nothing ever went well, or right... you ignored everything in sight and, your husband touched me where a little girl was lost down there... I should have never had to go Oh, all the tears that I learned to know Mother, you never came back to see how you never protected me.

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Three Vogue sisters as different as night, and day glamorous eyes with glamorous smiles One was wise with feminine wile Two was smart with grace, and style Three was beautifully straight up wild... They all went on to live quite tragic lives surviving it all through their shark white smiles red lipstick, and push up bra's bobby socks, and cashmere sweaters could not have prepared them for it all... for the men that they would meet... for the life they would keep... their children cried at night when they heard them fight... such a tragic sight Three sisters who went on to live --lives that only God could give that God could see -- their only hope was in grace in eternity.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC

Three Sisters

Three Vogue sisters as different as night, and day glamorous eyes with glamorous smiles One was wise with feminine wile Two was smart with grace, and style Three was beautifully straight up wild... They all went on to live quite tragic lives surviving it all through their shark white smiles red lipstick, and push up bra's bobby socks, and cashmere sweaters could not have prepared them for it all... for the men that they would meet... for the life they would keep... their children cried at night when they heard them fight... such a tragic sight Three sisters who went on to live --lives that only God could give that God could see -- their only hope was in grace in eternity.

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Let me be the woman I was meant to be let me run wild through fields of gold let me run when I am old... I want to travel the world with you my love I want to fly with you above Riding wild horses on the beach as passionate waves splash upon our feet Oh, this is the life I want to know with warm fires inside while it snows... I read to you as you read to me all the poems we believe to be... the wonderful life together that we see.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC

Let Me

Let me be the woman I was meant to be let me run wild through fields of gold let me run when I am old... I want to travel the world with you my love I want to fly with you above Riding wild horses on the beach as passionate waves splash upon our feet Oh, this is the life I want to know with warm fires inside while it snows... I read to you as you read to me all the poems we believe to be... the wonderful life together that we see.

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"19" Nineteen see's the world with hopeful eyes with long black lashes, and wistful smiles she had her world all mapped out there was no stopping her she would shout regret met her at twenty six when the doctors told her she was sick still she did not let that pain beat her down No, she was up for a second round... she was brave with courageous days with her daughter she did stay through the years she married men who attempted to beat her down again the warrior spirit of nineteen was still there a fighter with spirit who would not dare-- dare to give in to her despair… And — For all the souls who came, and went — that glanced upon her as angels wept for a life that she would never know for all the love that she could ever show that never saw the pain she felt when un-approving stares were sent — Nineteen’s spirit sailed on —she never felt so strong -- as she sailed on, and her spirit went.

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Dec 30, 2015

Dec 30, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC

"19" Version II

"19" Nineteen see's the world with hopeful eyes with long black lashes, and wistful smiles she had her world all mapped out there was no stopping her she would shout regret met her at twenty six when the doctors told her she was sick still she did not let that pain beat her down No, she was up for a second round... she was brave with courageous days with her daughter she did stay through the years she married men who attempted to beat her down again the warrior spirit of nineteen was still there a fighter with spirit who would not dare-- dare to give in to her despair… And — For all the souls who came, and went — that glanced upon her as angels wept for a life that she would never know for all the love that she could ever show that never saw the pain she felt when un-approving stares were sent — Nineteen’s spirit sailed on —she never felt so strong -- as she sailed on, and her spirit went.

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The quiet of the willow tree beckons the quiet inside of me outside my open window it sings a song whispering lyrics all winter long… there’s a rhythm of the local train a back up beat that remains the same I hear it in the dark of night with the moon outside shining bright calming me with soothing light Oh, I love the quiet of the willow tree beckoning the quiet inside of me swaying me gently like a lullaby… swaying my dreams up toward the sky as I hear the train whistle blow on by.

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC

Songs & Rhythm's of The Night

The quiet of the willow tree beckons the quiet inside of me outside my open window it sings a song whispering lyrics all winter long… there’s a rhythm of the local train a back up beat that remains the same I hear it in the dark of night with the moon outside shining bright calming me with soothing light Oh, I love the quiet of the willow tree beckoning the quiet inside of me swaying me gently like a lullaby… swaying my dreams up toward the sky as I hear the train whistle blow on by.

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