luxfalls - Hello Poetry

Cold sheets Restless mind and a heavy chest What a painful trio That sings to a moonless night What kind of sorrow could be caught up in a loveless night? Wet eyes spilling on pillow billings Bed swallowing the body whole What emotion would ever make an adult coo Like a baby calling from their lonely cot What glee to make us all fools

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Jan 8, 2022

Jan 8, 2022 at 10:39 PM UTC

Heartbreak At 11:22pm

Cold sheets Restless mind and a heavy chest What a painful trio That sings to a moonless night What kind of sorrow could be caught up in a loveless night? Wet eyes spilling on pillow billings Bed swallowing the body whole What emotion would ever make an adult coo Like a baby calling from their lonely cot What glee to make us all fools

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No no no no no no no This can’t be happening again It’s not allowed to happen I thought this path was closed, bolted up and had broken away so we couldn’t come back I don’t want this I don’t want to cry again I don’t want to see you in white one more time I don’t want any more wrinkles on our faces or blood-red, tear-stained eyes There are no more tears to make Please don’t let it happen please no No no no no I don’t want you sick I don’t want you to go I want you to watch me grow and maybe one day I’ll be a good mum But I can’t do any of it if you’re not here Don’t leave me please Don’t leave me

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC

Bad News Redux

No no no no no no no This can’t be happening again It’s not allowed to happen I thought this path was closed, bolted up and had broken away so we couldn’t come back I don’t want this I don’t want to cry again I don’t want to see you in white one more time I don’t want any more wrinkles on our faces or blood-red, tear-stained eyes There are no more tears to make Please don’t let it happen please no No no no no I don’t want you sick I don’t want you to go I want you to watch me grow and maybe one day I’ll be a good mum But I can’t do any of it if you’re not here Don’t leave me please Don’t leave me

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“Do you like what you see?” He licked his lips, staring at me “Give me your heart and then we shall see.”

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC

Untitled

“Do you like what you see?” He licked his lips, staring at me “Give me your heart and then we shall see.”

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A good friend is the priest The confessional booth The God that forgives and the son that heals.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC

A Good Friend

A good friend is the priest The confessional booth The God that forgives and the son that heals.

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Bones pierce through my toughened but weary flesh Barbwire nerves tighten them together like twine around a Thanksgiving swine But this isn’t a celebration or a one-off spectacle This is what breathing is like This is living. Warmth is welts, sweat and tears. Forbidden sleep, I cry and beg for relief. I find solace in a cold bath And pray for cooler weather. The cold is screaming bones, stiff and keeping me drowned in bed. Forbidden to move, I cry and beg for mercy. I find solace in fire And pray for warmer weather. In the calm waters that all swim in, I am battling a rip I wave for help, Someone? Anyone? They wave back, happily, as if saying hello. Keep treading water Just keep going and good God, I think he’s still there Watching me fight the urge to stop and drown, submerge myself and let it be. All this time, I’ve been trying to get out of a bed, the bath, or my chair. I have spared loved ones agony, friends have left. There isn’t any fun watching a carcass decay on the side of the road Magnesium is there for me now Codeine and I catch up around once a week I have dates with my shower And a blanket that embraces me. Get up now, enough of that Put some pants on, it’s time to see Them. Brush your hair, fight your fingers to tie it up. Defy the grinding of your bones and walk out that door. They will ask how you do you feel What has happened since last week  Did you make it out your front door Out of bed How does that make you feel? Did you go out last Saturday? Did the torrent of anxiety swell up again Another face Same question My problems are common  People your age don’t do this. The bone-pierced meat is ripped again Pulling away from my spine Becoming tragic wings few can see. The last coat is the one all see and notice and judge the most Skin shrink-wrapped around my barbed-wire nerves and meaty flesh Where touch is soft and electric And scars are chapters of stories Mine are charred onto my bones and tattooed onto my skin It looks like others with soft hair, freckles and spots Yet it has encased me in a tomb Being showcased in the museum of life And as everyone passes by No one knows what’s going on But really, no one wants to know. My mouth is moving yet I am silent But really, I’m screaming.

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Jul 3, 2019

Jul 3, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC

Iron Maiden

Bones pierce through my toughened but weary flesh Barbwire nerves tighten them together like twine around a Thanksgiving swine But this isn’t a celebration or a one-off spectacle This is what breathing is like This is living. Warmth is welts, sweat and tears. Forbidden sleep, I cry and beg for relief. I find solace in a cold bath And pray for cooler weather. The cold is screaming bones, stiff and keeping me drowned in bed. Forbidden to move, I cry and beg for mercy. I find solace in fire And pray for warmer weather. In the calm waters that all swim in, I am battling a rip I wave for help, Someone? Anyone? They wave back, happily, as if saying hello. Keep treading water Just keep going and good God, I think he’s still there Watching me fight the urge to stop and drown, submerge myself and let it be. All this time, I’ve been trying to get out of a bed, the bath, or my chair. I have spared loved ones agony, friends have left. There isn’t any fun watching a carcass decay on the side of the road Magnesium is there for me now Codeine and I catch up around once a week I have dates with my shower And a blanket that embraces me. Get up now, enough of that Put some pants on, it’s time to see Them. Brush your hair, fight your fingers to tie it up. Defy the grinding of your bones and walk out that door. They will ask how you do you feel What has happened since last week  Did you make it out your front door Out of bed How does that make you feel? Did you go out last Saturday? Did the torrent of anxiety swell up again Another face Same question My problems are common  People your age don’t do this. The bone-pierced meat is ripped again Pulling away from my spine Becoming tragic wings few can see. The last coat is the one all see and notice and judge the most Skin shrink-wrapped around my barbed-wire nerves and meaty flesh Where touch is soft and electric And scars are chapters of stories Mine are charred onto my bones and tattooed onto my skin It looks like others with soft hair, freckles and spots Yet it has encased me in a tomb Being showcased in the museum of life And as everyone passes by No one knows what’s going on But really, no one wants to know. My mouth is moving yet I am silent But really, I’m screaming.

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In times like these Words are threaded in a blanket of tension Syllables counting hate Out of rhythm with love in the name of the divine yet they would be appalled by us, I’m certain Our land dies The sky hates us Get $2 off that burger Pay your taxes ***** the ***** Cherish the female’s cells Crucify a mother who can’t nourish her child Love thy neighbour Shoot your black brother **** your Muslim sister Charge your iPhone Wonder about the land, gazing at the stars crush the reef beneath your feet Download the new update Love your body You are a narcissist Share your body - uploaded Shamed transferred, virus downloaded Smile online Cry offline Like if you enjoyed this piece Smiley face.

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May 18, 2019

May 18, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC

Talk of A Disgruntled Earth Member

In times like these Words are threaded in a blanket of tension Syllables counting hate Out of rhythm with love in the name of the divine yet they would be appalled by us, I’m certain Our land dies The sky hates us Get $2 off that burger Pay your taxes ***** the ***** Cherish the female’s cells Crucify a mother who can’t nourish her child Love thy neighbour Shoot your black brother **** your Muslim sister Charge your iPhone Wonder about the land, gazing at the stars crush the reef beneath your feet Download the new update Love your body You are a narcissist Share your body - uploaded Shamed transferred, virus downloaded Smile online Cry offline Like if you enjoyed this piece Smiley face.

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Don’t take my anger Let me drink from it Not burning oil But fuelling fire Being rich with passion Not searing hot in my skin from rage It is my conductor for injustice My compass to things that I hold dear Navigating me through what is always referred to as troubled waters. To be indifferent is to not feel strongly like having no affect to gnats biting at your skin To be numbed to something so imperative So important To not be proactive Not just reactive What a waste of the human experience How naive to think of it as loud words and exaggerated arms It’s just as powerful in a whisper and a leap As focused as a hawk And as small but as strong as a singular ant. The brightness of the stars and the power of the waves are within me Born, bred and thrumming This is my anger And it is my strength.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC

Don’t Take My Anger

Don’t take my anger Let me drink from it Not burning oil But fuelling fire Being rich with passion Not searing hot in my skin from rage It is my conductor for injustice My compass to things that I hold dear Navigating me through what is always referred to as troubled waters. To be indifferent is to not feel strongly like having no affect to gnats biting at your skin To be numbed to something so imperative So important To not be proactive Not just reactive What a waste of the human experience How naive to think of it as loud words and exaggerated arms It’s just as powerful in a whisper and a leap As focused as a hawk And as small but as strong as a singular ant. The brightness of the stars and the power of the waves are within me Born, bred and thrumming This is my anger And it is my strength.

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Sometimes the emptiness is the heaviest The world feels numb Like my connection to the world has long been disconnected Like fingertips sanded away Nerves sleeping The only taste in my mouth is of the food eaten yesterday. I live in a land of suspension Swimming between worlds that don’t want me Stuck as a nomad a child of purgatory

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC

No One From Nowhere

Sometimes the emptiness is the heaviest The world feels numb Like my connection to the world has long been disconnected Like fingertips sanded away Nerves sleeping The only taste in my mouth is of the food eaten yesterday. I live in a land of suspension Swimming between worlds that don’t want me Stuck as a nomad a child of purgatory

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I went insane when I saw you My mind let the constraints of my body and was never seen again. As I tumbled down the mountain I held my breath I fell into your voice, and as your fingers danced I howled at the moonlight, as you wrote your songs I danced deliriously into the night.

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Jun 26, 2018

Jun 26, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC

Dionysus

I went insane when I saw you My mind let the constraints of my body and was never seen again. As I tumbled down the mountain I held my breath I fell into your voice, and as your fingers danced I howled at the moonlight, as you wrote your songs I danced deliriously into the night.

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The candle licks the air No breeze, just still, hot and sticky It's so silent that I can hear my cat purr and my ears ring My drink is warm and my stomach, rumbling, but I love the flickering of the last and single light, A love only I can appreciate in this quiet house with no children to interrupt or anyone else to spoil this little piece of peace.

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC

Blackout

The candle licks the air No breeze, just still, hot and sticky It's so silent that I can hear my cat purr and my ears ring My drink is warm and my stomach, rumbling, but I love the flickering of the last and single light, A love only I can appreciate in this quiet house with no children to interrupt or anyone else to spoil this little piece of peace.

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