laurelee - Hello Poetry

school me where oceans riff on currents hum H a l l e l u j a h over strums of harmonies bus me[ into the Holy Word the Living Word beckon me I'm lost guide me I'm sick, and tired call me I'm dead against these storms whiplashing the breath out of me to God: I was lost but now, You have found me and founded me, an eternal place of love I have a home, a home! A peaceful home that brims over with celebrations and praises A loving home that is glorifies the Lord and lacks in hate, in sin my home, our home Heaven!

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Sep 15, 2023

Sep 15, 2023 at 1:05 AM UTC

magic school bus

school me where oceans riff on currents hum H a l l e l u j a h over strums of harmonies bus me[ into the Holy Word the Living Word beckon me I'm lost guide me I'm sick, and tired call me I'm dead against these storms whiplashing the breath out of me to God: I was lost but now, You have found me and founded me, an eternal place of love I have a home, a home! A peaceful home that brims over with celebrations and praises A loving home that is glorifies the Lord and lacks in hate, in sin my home, our home Heaven!

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here, and dye all o'er the cities blue - Past the fading sky hues . a dark shadow rises from the east, brews cold smoke into whispering waters seeping into my sleep sweet thunder cries in the sea of a thousand peoples raging in a strike ,formation unwavering Marching in sync, to the pulsing ache inside your head sweet thunder cries here, and bye till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

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Sep 14, 2023

Sep 14, 2023 at 11:37 PM UTC

sweet thunder cries

here, and dye all o'er the cities blue - Past the fading sky hues . a dark shadow rises from the east, brews cold smoke into whispering waters seeping into my sleep sweet thunder cries in the sea of a thousand peoples raging in a strike ,formation unwavering Marching in sync, to the pulsing ache inside your head sweet thunder cries here, and bye till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

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rivers billow into sheets of glass clattering among ferns of feral green, the wind hushes, wispy ribbons of sodden grey and dusty tuff dusting its upper lip swirling fogs close off the bitter cave threatening unjust peril in its tantrums of gloom Despair marks the dripping icicles adorning the jagged mouth gasping for clarity in the midst of sticky residue brittle carcasses and musty debris birthed in multitudes rivers, don't fall for their plastic traps bars and traps of fatalism awaits us

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Feb 22, 2023

Feb 22, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC

hark

rivers billow into sheets of glass clattering among ferns of feral green, the wind hushes, wispy ribbons of sodden grey and dusty tuff dusting its upper lip swirling fogs close off the bitter cave threatening unjust peril in its tantrums of gloom Despair marks the dripping icicles adorning the jagged mouth gasping for clarity in the midst of sticky residue brittle carcasses and musty debris birthed in multitudes rivers, don't fall for their plastic traps bars and traps of fatalism awaits us

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I was livid You were my heaven A haven of dark boroughs and misty dreams Should have known Should have known Not to trust the Blood-ranged words of a mortal Should have known, much Before — With time to spare — my heart froze Lodged into iron ware

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Nov 17, 2022

Nov 17, 2022 at 3:49 PM UTC

Hurts Comfort Me Now

I was livid You were my heaven A haven of dark boroughs and misty dreams Should have known Should have known Not to trust the Blood-ranged words of a mortal Should have known, much Before — With time to spare — my heart froze Lodged into iron ware

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the vine spirals Bound and wound about the temple’s rod It’s dribbling a sickly teal stream Gurgling with spite and mirth Cocooned in mystery, Darts of birds fell on me Whispering one name over And over solidifying into a chant Booming to the farthest barn and swirling around The closest farm Children sent reeling, keeling Onto the ***** dank floor I can hear it now. “The Raven King”

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Nov 17, 2022

Nov 17, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC

Sang It Before

the vine spirals Bound and wound about the temple’s rod It’s dribbling a sickly teal stream Gurgling with spite and mirth Cocooned in mystery, Darts of birds fell on me Whispering one name over And over solidifying into a chant Booming to the farthest barn and swirling around The closest farm Children sent reeling, keeling Onto the ***** dank floor I can hear it now. “The Raven King”

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breaks into you collapses your heart, folds it like its flimsy like a dollop of liquid sloshing in its glass the drink of the mourning

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Jul 14, 2021

Jul 14, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC

sorrow

breaks into you collapses your heart, folds it like its flimsy like a dollop of liquid sloshing in its glass the drink of the mourning

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webbed row-by-row, hanging from pinpoints under the sky buildings of inky grey and black, swirls melting across their borders a shadow of what-if events drained away breathless, collapse on your back muted, lolls your head, hear the monitor beep... beep... beep... kicking and cursing from behind the glasses hung over your heavy lidded eyes

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 6:18 PM UTC

shadows

webbed row-by-row, hanging from pinpoints under the sky buildings of inky grey and black, swirls melting across their borders a shadow of what-if events drained away breathless, collapse on your back muted, lolls your head, hear the monitor beep... beep... beep... kicking and cursing from behind the glasses hung over your heavy lidded eyes

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swish, goes the scraps into the trees long and gone, up to your knees wrists twist, teeth clacks snapping in dissonant feelings of deepened anxiety ropes of gum collect, spillage springs from the lever, hurtling, slicing through the darkened sky a second ticking post - (tiny fist smacking the dusty rusty button) creaks of its broken joints drift in the air "beep" sings its sputtering e-battery, weakly slowly, staggering into the sleeping gathering arms of a mother her broken form splayed crookedly within the web of glistening pink

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Jul 6, 2021

Jul 6, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC

rockin

swish, goes the scraps into the trees long and gone, up to your knees wrists twist, teeth clacks snapping in dissonant feelings of deepened anxiety ropes of gum collect, spillage springs from the lever, hurtling, slicing through the darkened sky a second ticking post - (tiny fist smacking the dusty rusty button) creaks of its broken joints drift in the air "beep" sings its sputtering e-battery, weakly slowly, staggering into the sleeping gathering arms of a mother her broken form splayed crookedly within the web of glistening pink

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His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy ***** creaking left to right from a rope of ****** handkerchiefs streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber – reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage It dangled further down, frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels yet seemingly lifeless – The boy retched, twisting in the air skinny limbs flailing, straining swollen black veins – I awoke He slumbered obliviously by my side a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets – It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream

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Mar 24, 2021

Mar 24, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC

muted night terrors

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy ***** creaking left to right from a rope of ****** handkerchiefs streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber – reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage It dangled further down, frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels yet seemingly lifeless – The boy retched, twisting in the air skinny limbs flailing, straining swollen black veins – I awoke He slumbered obliviously by my side a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets – It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream

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