lace-over-feather - Hello Poetry

Don’t give any suspicion, no, not ammunition I wouldn’t want a repeat, but there’s always another lurking. You’ve checked my closets far enough, breached and infringed on all my stuff How does it feel peaking, ravaging the room and sneaking What knowledge are you peeping? I see that you are freaking. Yes, I’ll change, yes, I swear. Go away, don’t ******* stare. No, I haven’t slept in days. I’m pondering my next escape. It’s really quite exhausting, I’m either paralyzed or resolving a bleak and bleary future, maybe drugs and unhinged stupor But you know as well as I That I absolutely need to survive I can’t afford to die I can’t afford to die. If not for myself, I’ll live in others They’ll recall me when they shudder Something’s in the room? No, another Hallucination, some type of clutter. You’ve built my insecurity, you’ll fall for false maturity The doctors will say I’m a-okay Holy hell, she’s changed her ways. .. But now? Wellbutrin’s in the flower, the flower’s in the tea *** resting by my bed side, you’d never check my bed side. Razor’s in the picture frame, I reminisce of when it maimed my skin and I felt something, now I feel just nothing. I tried to hide, these things of mine, well enough you wouldn’t find something wrong the next time, there will not be a “next time.”

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Jul 11, 2019

Jul 11, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC

There will not be a Next Time

Don’t give any suspicion, no, not ammunition I wouldn’t want a repeat, but there’s always another lurking. You’ve checked my closets far enough, breached and infringed on all my stuff How does it feel peaking, ravaging the room and sneaking What knowledge are you peeping? I see that you are freaking. Yes, I’ll change, yes, I swear. Go away, don’t ******* stare. No, I haven’t slept in days. I’m pondering my next escape. It’s really quite exhausting, I’m either paralyzed or resolving a bleak and bleary future, maybe drugs and unhinged stupor But you know as well as I That I absolutely need to survive I can’t afford to die I can’t afford to die. If not for myself, I’ll live in others They’ll recall me when they shudder Something’s in the room? No, another Hallucination, some type of clutter. You’ve built my insecurity, you’ll fall for false maturity The doctors will say I’m a-okay Holy hell, she’s changed her ways. .. But now? Wellbutrin’s in the flower, the flower’s in the tea *** resting by my bed side, you’d never check my bed side. Razor’s in the picture frame, I reminisce of when it maimed my skin and I felt something, now I feel just nothing. I tried to hide, these things of mine, well enough you wouldn’t find something wrong the next time, there will not be a “next time.”

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hitherto the crows enveloping the sky and whereupon my zest for life decayed were a trio of three- she, him and I in the meadow grew hollyhock and rye he catered to the grain, i to the flower the roots began to shift and the rustling wind sigh though beautiful, she was the apple of my eye the flower paled in worth, my attention drew elsewhere her voice was soft and musical; enamourment nigh quiet was the night and little time did i bide for death only lay dormant and life dreamt uncertain so I offered her a walk, a moonlight stride ‘twas lovely until she dipped down, collapsed and cried i, mortified, could not quell her despair had he heard?; not a minute passed and ‘lone he arrived her despair was my own and solace i could not find; the hollyhock has long since died; i wish for no more hitherto the crows enveloping the sky were a trio of three- she, him and i

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC

before the crows enveloped the sky

hitherto the crows enveloping the sky and whereupon my zest for life decayed were a trio of three- she, him and I in the meadow grew hollyhock and rye he catered to the grain, i to the flower the roots began to shift and the rustling wind sigh though beautiful, she was the apple of my eye the flower paled in worth, my attention drew elsewhere her voice was soft and musical; enamourment nigh quiet was the night and little time did i bide for death only lay dormant and life dreamt uncertain so I offered her a walk, a moonlight stride ‘twas lovely until she dipped down, collapsed and cried i, mortified, could not quell her despair had he heard?; not a minute passed and ‘lone he arrived her despair was my own and solace i could not find; the hollyhock has long since died; i wish for no more hitherto the crows enveloping the sky were a trio of three- she, him and i

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Let us imagine- For a moment. That he doesn’t love you at all. That his mind is filled with greater things; And that someday he will cease to answer your every beck and call. Let us suppose- For a moment. That it has all been a game. And that your emotions are ludicrous; they leave you vulnerable, And serve only to entertain. He calls himself a God, And yet suffers from terribly insecurity. This arrogance is not attractive, but you brush it off, And try to comfort him Reassuringly. But you do so for naught; For perhaps he doesn’t much care. Because he knows that he can control you And that the love is not shared.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC

this fear- it twists and wrenches my soul.

Let us imagine- For a moment. That he doesn’t love you at all. That his mind is filled with greater things; And that someday he will cease to answer your every beck and call. Let us suppose- For a moment. That it has all been a game. And that your emotions are ludicrous; they leave you vulnerable, And serve only to entertain. He calls himself a God, And yet suffers from terribly insecurity. This arrogance is not attractive, but you brush it off, And try to comfort him Reassuringly. But you do so for naught; For perhaps he doesn’t much care. Because he knows that he can control you And that the love is not shared.

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"Elizabeth, you need to open your mind" "Get out of the house and let yourself unwind" "See the world for what it is, instead of living in your shell" "Depression shouldn't define you; I want you to be well” I am, I am. Don't you see? Just Read My ****** Poetry. My mind is blank My heart is full And any sense of direction Is completely null.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC

Null

"Elizabeth, you need to open your mind" "Get out of the house and let yourself unwind" "See the world for what it is, instead of living in your shell" "Depression shouldn't define you; I want you to be well” I am, I am. Don't you see? Just Read My ****** Poetry. My mind is blank My heart is full And any sense of direction Is completely null.

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A cerulean gaze passes over, cold like a midwinter breeze. A smile pinned to the lips; words emitted from a ****** "Darling, it isn't normal to find beauty in dark things." We wish you would smile, for you haven't in so long. Instead your lips are painted black, and you hum a dark song. (And that is wrong.) The character turns; you're being pushed off the stage. "You're too far gone to be helped, Elizabeth Sage." For isn't it obvious? Any happiness was just a phase.

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC

Darling, it isn't normal.

A cerulean gaze passes over, cold like a midwinter breeze. A smile pinned to the lips; words emitted from a ****** "Darling, it isn't normal to find beauty in dark things." We wish you would smile, for you haven't in so long. Instead your lips are painted black, and you hum a dark song. (And that is wrong.) The character turns; you're being pushed off the stage. "You're too far gone to be helped, Elizabeth Sage." For isn't it obvious? Any happiness was just a phase.

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