kristen-moxley - Hello Poetry

Huffah! Rise up! Today a new day So glamorous So grand and gay That each passing of tree frogs shall Slither Spoil and spit My naked toes never touch ground Or do they? My flitting flee turns heads around Upside-down I bemuse continually Continue to follow through Weightless in flight In plight Black-tailed hawks soar shrivingly with might I gather and twirl and spill Arms afloat and fingers outstretched I greet the world Hello! Lovely lures linger in my spine Ascend to my neck only to Explode with confetti out of my ramby ringing ears Explode with laughter! Such yippity yap cannot view Such vague heights They don't catch me I spill thrice with slender legs ahooved We all come crashing down I give a smile Take a frown Such grace and beauty An epiphany to some An engagement to all Bliss meets ground in the fall It rains colors Tickling tiny eyelashes Clickety-click I blink! Oh woe! How my soreness traps all reds! Shades of yellow Shades of gold orange brown Teet and totter Only to divide and conquer My fellow Autumn leaves as Autumn comes For I make no rule away Grass grasps and clings Leaves no trace but in my hair How it curls and shines with flings! I lick the sweetness of blue Gumdrops begone I beg of you Clamber to my lips I kiss the sweetness in pips Of more than two

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Jun 27, 2010

Jun 27, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC

Blissful Ramble

Huffah! Rise up! Today a new day So glamorous So grand and gay That each passing of tree frogs shall Slither Spoil and spit My naked toes never touch ground Or do they? My flitting flee turns heads around Upside-down I bemuse continually Continue to follow through Weightless in flight In plight Black-tailed hawks soar shrivingly with might I gather and twirl and spill Arms afloat and fingers outstretched I greet the world Hello! Lovely lures linger in my spine Ascend to my neck only to Explode with confetti out of my ramby ringing ears Explode with laughter! Such yippity yap cannot view Such vague heights They don't catch me I spill thrice with slender legs ahooved We all come crashing down I give a smile Take a frown Such grace and beauty An epiphany to some An engagement to all Bliss meets ground in the fall It rains colors Tickling tiny eyelashes Clickety-click I blink! Oh woe! How my soreness traps all reds! Shades of yellow Shades of gold orange brown Teet and totter Only to divide and conquer My fellow Autumn leaves as Autumn comes For I make no rule away Grass grasps and clings Leaves no trace but in my hair How it curls and shines with flings! I lick the sweetness of blue Gumdrops begone I beg of you Clamber to my lips I kiss the sweetness in pips Of more than two

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Under the cover of darkness Our most feared creatures dwell Leaving our minds a mess With only transparencies to confess As if they were never there at all Let's put our minds at ease Erase the symptoms but not the disease Have a new change of address Listen to words but don't hear the call Of imagined things that track our smell For the darkness is feared most of all

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May 31, 2010

May 31, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC

Hallways

Under the cover of darkness Our most feared creatures dwell Leaving our minds a mess With only transparencies to confess As if they were never there at all Let's put our minds at ease Erase the symptoms but not the disease Have a new change of address Listen to words but don't hear the call Of imagined things that track our smell For the darkness is feared most of all

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Nothing to be gained but new land Seven hours, easily more than I could stand A journey across A province that's lost Its history left on the sand Awake in a desolate place With memories left to erase New ones I am seeking Without retreating To a concrete city of mace Perhaps I have been here before Maybe in dreams, maybe in lore A fleeting romance And a ticket by chance So my feet will land back on the shore

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May 31, 2010

May 31, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC

Newfoundland

Nothing to be gained but new land Seven hours, easily more than I could stand A journey across A province that's lost Its history left on the sand Awake in a desolate place With memories left to erase New ones I am seeking Without retreating To a concrete city of mace Perhaps I have been here before Maybe in dreams, maybe in lore A fleeting romance And a ticket by chance So my feet will land back on the shore

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Encapsulated With thirty-six inches to breathe Laying above matter that all stand at attention To face the center of the room Nothing moves and nothing changes But evidence from soul's passing Into an occupancy of two different windows Curtains reach down and gently caress The baseboard heater That keeps me warm throughout the night Until the bright star greets my curtains And I greet the morning

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Apr 10, 2010

Apr 10, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC

Untitled

Encapsulated With thirty-six inches to breathe Laying above matter that all stand at attention To face the center of the room Nothing moves and nothing changes But evidence from soul's passing Into an occupancy of two different windows Curtains reach down and gently caress The baseboard heater That keeps me warm throughout the night Until the bright star greets my curtains And I greet the morning

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I close my eyes and I am gone Into worlds of twenty-three suns. Carbon monoxide fills my lungs. Should water surround me in my wake... Perhaps a subconscious mistake. I close my eyes and I am gone. I close my eyes and I am gone Where pitch black rooms stretch and shrink And physics has no mortal link. Should Earth swallow me whole one day But leaves my body to stay I will watch the world when I am gone. I close my eyes and I am gone Into worlds where no war is won Or language is lost on all but one. Should I slice through air for eternity Not letting wind get the best of me I will awake or would I be gone?

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Apr 10, 2010

Apr 10, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC

Lucidity

I close my eyes and I am gone Into worlds of twenty-three suns. Carbon monoxide fills my lungs. Should water surround me in my wake... Perhaps a subconscious mistake. I close my eyes and I am gone. I close my eyes and I am gone Where pitch black rooms stretch and shrink And physics has no mortal link. Should Earth swallow me whole one day But leaves my body to stay I will watch the world when I am gone. I close my eyes and I am gone Into worlds where no war is won Or language is lost on all but one. Should I slice through air for eternity Not letting wind get the best of me I will awake or would I be gone?

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Everywhere, clocks and gears oversee The passing storms that time their paces. The leap between air and faces Is more imagined than shown. Forever lost among the few Are trails, leaves, and traces. Given up on chases- I'd rather be alone.

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Feb 5, 2010

Feb 5, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC

Blur

Everywhere, clocks and gears oversee The passing storms that time their paces. The leap between air and faces Is more imagined than shown. Forever lost among the few Are trails, leaves, and traces. Given up on chases- I'd rather be alone.

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It is four in the morning and I'm alone It's dark out The city lays quiet and sullen with sleep I'm awake Awake Still awake The sun has yet to rise and won't for another two hours I move with such grace and ease that the grass doesn't have to strain against my weight I hear a vehicle fast approaching A shed to my right Silently duck behind it Security van passes by My heart is pounding in my ears My breath has never sounded so loud So utterly loud So ******* loud Can't stand it Security must have heard But I really know they didn't I fall to my hands and knees and crawl out from my temporary shelter The morning dew stains my hands and pants Don't notice Don't think There are bundles of old plywood tied with twine that border the asylum drive Crawl behind them Streetlights illuminate my way They deliver a soft, humming sound that enters through every pore on my body It's loud So ******* loud Hands to ears Doesn't stop Won't stop Keeps ******* humming Ignore it I learn to ignore it Don't hear Don't think I position myself in front of the plywood bundles Asylum drive Fifteen foot mesh link fence It's 4 am I know I'm awake Fifteen feet of fence Steel mesh Steel mesh so tight, I can barely stick my pinky finger through a hole There are three horizontal metal bars placed at five foot intervals on the opposite side of the fence No way up No way down The gate is locked and closed No way in No way out I know better There are a few sturdy looking metal hinges on the massive gate My hands are laced with sweat Start to shake My limbs vibrate in rhythm with my heart It's compulsive Compulsive I stand in front of the gate and look up It reaches to the heavens Too tall Can't climb The steel is cool and wet to the touch Can't climb The bottom of my shoes are slippery Slippery on the metal Can't climb My left foot misses and finds air I reach, straining myself Expand My mind is breaking, seeping strength Sweat burns my eyes It hurts It ******* hurts Twitch Can't climb Mind slips Slips away Blood On Me Don't feel a thing Can't I'm straddling the top bar of the fence Until now, I've never been afraid of heights I stare at the ground, fifteen feet below me My head is spinning Look up Spinning Panic is settling inside of me Paralyzed with fear Paralyzed Can't move Breathe Think Feel It's so slippery Don't want to fall Don't want to die Scared Can't go down Can't I let go I slipped and fell Falling Fell Hit Ground Face First I'm cold and numb It hurts It ******* hurts My left eye is cold My eyelashes have been ripped out My eyelid is a ****** fleshy mess Bleeding profusely It's sticky Wet Gross My mind is racing I'm soaked Soaked in sweat Dew Thoughts Pain Time I'm gross Awake The facade of the building is straight ahead I move numbly towards the entrance The doorknob is lifeless and still in my grasp It doesn't move or budge Door is locked Back away Have to get in Calling for me Waiting for me Beckoning Persuading Wanting me Needing me I must No I need to get in. My mind snaps back to reality There's an open basement window to my left I climb in without any hesitation Dark Dank Damp I lean heavily against a firm wall I cannot see my own hand in front of my face Eyes don't adjust Eyes close Collapse Asleep Unconscious Awake Time passed It's daylight I've lost sense and track of time I smell like my surroundings I'm moldy It's moldy I'm damp It's damp Stand Fall down Stand again Light pours through several basement windows The room is empty The light turns grey walls shades of the sun It's bright Awake I begin to wander I touch my face Still here My eye is still cold, but the bleeding has stopped My eyelid is chunky with dried blood It still ******* hurts Scab picker Pain oozes through my face A couple flakes of skin float to the ground Sickening I can feel the dried blood on my fingers Chapped Pick more Pick more More pieces of blood-dried skin detach from the remainder of my eyelid and float to the ground I step on them Bury them into the dust My hand is stained red Blood red My eye begins bleeding again I tear a piece of my shirt and press it to my wound Leave it there Leave it to soak I wander in a daze until I find a staircase Ascend Many flights of stairs So it seems Until I reach the second floor My legs are weak and numb Weak and numb Mouth is dry Tastes like sand I move my tongue around and can't feel a thing Mind is clear I don't like it much Search for thoughts Any thoughts Nothing comes Don't think Press on What am I searching for Can't answer Don't know Others have answered I don't change I'll know when it's found Awake I enter into a long hallway On either side there are empty, window-lit rooms Rooms that are filled with chairs Rooms that are filled with desks Rooms that are filled with papers Files Curtains Shoes Bed frames Electric chairs Operation tables Iron lungs Toilets Sinks Wheelchairs Dust Dust Dust Rooms that were once filled with love Rooms that were once filled with hate Rooms that were once filled with laughter Tears Pain Prayer Loss Hope Fear Terror Longing Wonder Worry I remember Each room, a name Each name, letters An object of identity Object of terror Destruction Hate Awake At the end of the hall, I face a door An illegible name continues rusting I don't care A light is on It's bright Blinding Coming for me Coming to get me Wraps itself around me Can't breathe Chokes me Gag ***** Stomach contents and blood escalate up my throat and onto the cracking tile It hurts It ******* hurts My throat burns acid Spit Stays I cry It stings Tears burn my face My eyes Sniffle I wipe my mouth Taste nothing Feel nothing Sick The light brings me back I let it Eyes remain half closed My sight skips around and lands on a waiting chair in the middle of the room It looks so inviting So ******* inviting I don't trust it Hates me Wants me Wants to feed off of me Wants to be fulfilled I don't trust it My legs and body ache Wobble Sit The room is bright and bare Bare walls Bare floors Bare ceilings Bare emptiness This is my room This is my name Mine Sit Don't think Don't move I clutch my hands together My palms are sweaty My feet brush the floor They swing I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling Damp Sick Don't see Don't hear Don't feel Taste Smell I smile Smile a true, deep, loving smile A smile that generates warmth A smile that knows where it belongs I'm home now Home I'm alone Awake Alive I'm alive.

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Jan 4, 2010

Jan 4, 2010 at 1:06 AM UTC

A Shade of Grey

It is four in the morning and I'm alone It's dark out The city lays quiet and sullen with sleep I'm awake Awake Still awake The sun has yet to rise and won't for another two hours I move with such grace and ease that the grass doesn't have to strain against my weight I hear a vehicle fast approaching A shed to my right Silently duck behind it Security van passes by My heart is pounding in my ears My breath has never sounded so loud So utterly loud So ******* loud Can't stand it Security must have heard But I really know they didn't I fall to my hands and knees and crawl out from my temporary shelter The morning dew stains my hands and pants Don't notice Don't think There are bundles of old plywood tied with twine that border the asylum drive Crawl behind them Streetlights illuminate my way They deliver a soft, humming sound that enters through every pore on my body It's loud So ******* loud Hands to ears Doesn't stop Won't stop Keeps ******* humming Ignore it I learn to ignore it Don't hear Don't think I position myself in front of the plywood bundles Asylum drive Fifteen foot mesh link fence It's 4 am I know I'm awake Fifteen feet of fence Steel mesh Steel mesh so tight, I can barely stick my pinky finger through a hole There are three horizontal metal bars placed at five foot intervals on the opposite side of the fence No way up No way down The gate is locked and closed No way in No way out I know better There are a few sturdy looking metal hinges on the massive gate My hands are laced with sweat Start to shake My limbs vibrate in rhythm with my heart It's compulsive Compulsive I stand in front of the gate and look up It reaches to the heavens Too tall Can't climb The steel is cool and wet to the touch Can't climb The bottom of my shoes are slippery Slippery on the metal Can't climb My left foot misses and finds air I reach, straining myself Expand My mind is breaking, seeping strength Sweat burns my eyes It hurts It ******* hurts Twitch Can't climb Mind slips Slips away Blood On Me Don't feel a thing Can't I'm straddling the top bar of the fence Until now, I've never been afraid of heights I stare at the ground, fifteen feet below me My head is spinning Look up Spinning Panic is settling inside of me Paralyzed with fear Paralyzed Can't move Breathe Think Feel It's so slippery Don't want to fall Don't want to die Scared Can't go down Can't I let go I slipped and fell Falling Fell Hit Ground Face First I'm cold and numb It hurts It ******* hurts My left eye is cold My eyelashes have been ripped out My eyelid is a ****** fleshy mess Bleeding profusely It's sticky Wet Gross My mind is racing I'm soaked Soaked in sweat Dew Thoughts Pain Time I'm gross Awake The facade of the building is straight ahead I move numbly towards the entrance The doorknob is lifeless and still in my grasp It doesn't move or budge Door is locked Back away Have to get in Calling for me Waiting for me Beckoning Persuading Wanting me Needing me I must No I need to get in. My mind snaps back to reality There's an open basement window to my left I climb in without any hesitation Dark Dank Damp I lean heavily against a firm wall I cannot see my own hand in front of my face Eyes don't adjust Eyes close Collapse Asleep Unconscious Awake Time passed It's daylight I've lost sense and track of time I smell like my surroundings I'm moldy It's moldy I'm damp It's damp Stand Fall down Stand again Light pours through several basement windows The room is empty The light turns grey walls shades of the sun It's bright Awake I begin to wander I touch my face Still here My eye is still cold, but the bleeding has stopped My eyelid is chunky with dried blood It still ******* hurts Scab picker Pain oozes through my face A couple flakes of skin float to the ground Sickening I can feel the dried blood on my fingers Chapped Pick more Pick more More pieces of blood-dried skin detach from the remainder of my eyelid and float to the ground I step on them Bury them into the dust My hand is stained red Blood red My eye begins bleeding again I tear a piece of my shirt and press it to my wound Leave it there Leave it to soak I wander in a daze until I find a staircase Ascend Many flights of stairs So it seems Until I reach the second floor My legs are weak and numb Weak and numb Mouth is dry Tastes like sand I move my tongue around and can't feel a thing Mind is clear I don't like it much Search for thoughts Any thoughts Nothing comes Don't think Press on What am I searching for Can't answer Don't know Others have answered I don't change I'll know when it's found Awake I enter into a long hallway On either side there are empty, window-lit rooms Rooms that are filled with chairs Rooms that are filled with desks Rooms that are filled with papers Files Curtains Shoes Bed frames Electric chairs Operation tables Iron lungs Toilets Sinks Wheelchairs Dust Dust Dust Rooms that were once filled with love Rooms that were once filled with hate Rooms that were once filled with laughter Tears Pain Prayer Loss Hope Fear Terror Longing Wonder Worry I remember Each room, a name Each name, letters An object of identity Object of terror Destruction Hate Awake At the end of the hall, I face a door An illegible name continues rusting I don't care A light is on It's bright Blinding Coming for me Coming to get me Wraps itself around me Can't breathe Chokes me Gag ***** Stomach contents and blood escalate up my throat and onto the cracking tile It hurts It ******* hurts My throat burns acid Spit Stays I cry It stings Tears burn my face My eyes Sniffle I wipe my mouth Taste nothing Feel nothing Sick The light brings me back I let it Eyes remain half closed My sight skips around and lands on a waiting chair in the middle of the room It looks so inviting So ******* inviting I don't trust it Hates me Wants me Wants to feed off of me Wants to be fulfilled I don't trust it My legs and body ache Wobble Sit The room is bright and bare Bare walls Bare floors Bare ceilings Bare emptiness This is my room This is my name Mine Sit Don't think Don't move I clutch my hands together My palms are sweaty My feet brush the floor They swing I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling Damp Sick Don't see Don't hear Don't feel Taste Smell I smile Smile a true, deep, loving smile A smile that generates warmth A smile that knows where it belongs I'm home now Home I'm alone Awake Alive I'm alive.

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