melody - Hello Poetry

I see her baby kicking, and she makes me want to cry. Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright, and her stomach so swollen. Her stomach adorns my hand-- There is a slight quake beneath the surface-- reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus. I question the young mother's decision-- if it was a decision at all-- or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory. "Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts, babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says. Was there a choice at all? I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless-- in a mother-full life. What will this baby think of its mother? Its forever youthful, street living mother...

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Nov 27, 2014

Nov 27, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC

Young Mother

I see her baby kicking, and she makes me want to cry. Her teeth so yellow, but her smile so bright, and her stomach so swollen. Her stomach adorns my hand-- There is a slight quake beneath the surface-- reminding me of a bumpy road on a bright yellow school bus. I question the young mother's decision-- if it was a decision at all-- or if it was a consequence or result or bad memory. "Maybe I'll learn to be a victim of this complex 'system' of thoughts, babies guarding instead of being the guarded," she says. Was there a choice at all? I wonder if this homeless baby will be fatherless-- in a mother-full life. What will this baby think of its mother? Its forever youthful, street living mother...

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Breathing down my neck. Can't get enough. No where to go back to-- no place to scream home. Scratching down my throat-- the burn just won't stop. No way to prevent the pain that is eating me. Biting up my body. Just got to get the money. No other way to leave this life. I'm breathing and the poison wins. I'm fading away-- blowing in the wind-- burning up my years-- pouring like the rain. Fading away like your smoke in the sky.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC

Your Smoke In The Sky

Breathing down my neck. Can't get enough. No where to go back to-- no place to scream home. Scratching down my throat-- the burn just won't stop. No way to prevent the pain that is eating me. Biting up my body. Just got to get the money. No other way to leave this life. I'm breathing and the poison wins. I'm fading away-- blowing in the wind-- burning up my years-- pouring like the rain. Fading away like your smoke in the sky.

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I don't know how to... I don't know what this... I don't know how this... I don't know where... I don't know. I suppose if I don't know how to think... I suppose if I don't know how to think this... I suppose if I don't know what to think... I suppose if I don't know what to think here... I suppose I just don't know.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC

Thinking In Circles

I don't know how to... I don't know what this... I don't know how this... I don't know where... I don't know. I suppose if I don't know how to think... I suppose if I don't know how to think this... I suppose if I don't know what to think... I suppose if I don't know what to think here... I suppose I just don't know.

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I sit and I listen; I stand and move accordingly, I bump shoulders with no apology-- I am simply blending in. I stand and move accordingly, I bump people with no burdens-- I am simply blending in. I bump people wiping rain off their tears-- I am simply blending in. I am simply blending in I am simply blending me in I am simply blending me in I am simply blending my in I am simply blending my end.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC

Blending In

I sit and I listen; I stand and move accordingly, I bump shoulders with no apology-- I am simply blending in. I stand and move accordingly, I bump people with no burdens-- I am simply blending in. I bump people wiping rain off their tears-- I am simply blending in. I am simply blending in I am simply blending me in I am simply blending me in I am simply blending my in I am simply blending my end.

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There lies a door with a lock- its home on the wall, floor, or even the heightening ceiling. We spot it once at birth; a solid color painted-thick or thin- in the first quarter. We meet it once more in love; a pattern traced-bright or light- in the second quarter. We lean against it for support when trouble tramples hope- crying or courageously- in the third quarter. We lie within its threshold when we die; red fate string -too long or too short- in the fourth quarter. We won't depart until with the door the lines between are colored silver, and we await the fifth quarter to reveal a hidden truth.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC

Fifth Quarter

There lies a door with a lock- its home on the wall, floor, or even the heightening ceiling. We spot it once at birth; a solid color painted-thick or thin- in the first quarter. We meet it once more in love; a pattern traced-bright or light- in the second quarter. We lean against it for support when trouble tramples hope- crying or courageously- in the third quarter. We lie within its threshold when we die; red fate string -too long or too short- in the fourth quarter. We won't depart until with the door the lines between are colored silver, and we await the fifth quarter to reveal a hidden truth.

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My name is Darkness. I have a contract with light, so I can be seen in corners and alleys. I follow you because you follow the plight and I will let you carry me, as long I can catch you. My name is Evil, I have a contract with good, to add balance to your soul and let you see my horns and many thorns. I stalk you because you are one person, not a people. I will let you hold my hand, as long as I can run ahead. My name is Moon, I have a contract with Sun, because I need to ignite the night and show you that I can shine just as bright. I wake up because I like to watch you respite. I will let you sleep as long as I can turn out your lights. My name is not Darkness. My name is not Evil. My name is not Moon. My name is Shadow. I have a contract with light, so I can be in corners and alleys. I'm glued to one person, not a people. I may have horns and I can have thorns. I will hold your hand, and even let you run ahead. I won't watch you fall, but I cannot catch you. I will let you sleep as long as you keep on the light. My name is not Darkness. My name is not Evil. My name is not Moon. My name is Shadow. I was born a stalker.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC

Born A Stalker

My name is Darkness. I have a contract with light, so I can be seen in corners and alleys. I follow you because you follow the plight and I will let you carry me, as long I can catch you. My name is Evil, I have a contract with good, to add balance to your soul and let you see my horns and many thorns. I stalk you because you are one person, not a people. I will let you hold my hand, as long as I can run ahead. My name is Moon, I have a contract with Sun, because I need to ignite the night and show you that I can shine just as bright. I wake up because I like to watch you respite. I will let you sleep as long as I can turn out your lights. My name is not Darkness. My name is not Evil. My name is not Moon. My name is Shadow. I have a contract with light, so I can be in corners and alleys. I'm glued to one person, not a people. I may have horns and I can have thorns. I will hold your hand, and even let you run ahead. I won't watch you fall, but I cannot catch you. I will let you sleep as long as you keep on the light. My name is not Darkness. My name is not Evil. My name is not Moon. My name is Shadow. I was born a stalker.

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With the body gone, I No longer see a beautiful bust, Notice the tears with free release, Begin to know thousands of new feelings. With the body gone, you Cry and cry, Mourn and mourn, Sob and sob, some more and more. With the body gone, he Internally breaks and fails, Externally stays strong for a man must not be seen crying, Protects his daughter's pure body of innocence. With the body gone, the World Is one man short and three men larger, Working to cover its unknown loss, And keeps moving like the gears of solar powered clock. With the body gone, God Takes the soul, Holds it carefully in his hands, And admires the man who put the money on the table and said "here."

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC

With The Body Gone

With the body gone, I No longer see a beautiful bust, Notice the tears with free release, Begin to know thousands of new feelings. With the body gone, you Cry and cry, Mourn and mourn, Sob and sob, some more and more. With the body gone, he Internally breaks and fails, Externally stays strong for a man must not be seen crying, Protects his daughter's pure body of innocence. With the body gone, the World Is one man short and three men larger, Working to cover its unknown loss, And keeps moving like the gears of solar powered clock. With the body gone, God Takes the soul, Holds it carefully in his hands, And admires the man who put the money on the table and said "here."

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She points her toes in the shoe until the crease scars. She won't fall until the script says to do so. Breathe. Pause. Now Fall. The doll models the Pas De Quatre buried within act two. Toes fall and up and jump and flow. She recites the moves in a secret Diary of Dance:Swan Lake. Breathe. Pause. Now Fall. Breathe. Get up. Smile. Bow. Now cry.

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC

Diary of Dance

She points her toes in the shoe until the crease scars. She won't fall until the script says to do so. Breathe. Pause. Now Fall. The doll models the Pas De Quatre buried within act two. Toes fall and up and jump and flow. She recites the moves in a secret Diary of Dance:Swan Lake. Breathe. Pause. Now Fall. Breathe. Get up. Smile. Bow. Now cry.

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Children running towards such greatness, Adults slowly backing away to much darkness. As we began to breathe we thought such light was beautiful; as we start to age we do nothing but think of it as evil. Can we make up our indecisive minds about what is wrong and what is right; about what is dark and what is light; what is good and the bad? As our bones grow up strong, science proves that they are meant to die weak. Because even if we die by a hit and run or a crashing bike, then our bones are meant to break; we will fight for our lives on the edge of a death we do not want. If it's life we do not wish for, and we are on the brink of giving up, then life we shan't have and we will die like a present under the family's outrageous Christmas tree, a present too large for Santa to fit under its leaves. Because on the edge of the unseen cliff, we know that we won't go down without a fight, but we understand and don't understand the meaning of "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

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Jul 16, 2013

Jul 16, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC

With Death We Do Not Want

Children running towards such greatness, Adults slowly backing away to much darkness. As we began to breathe we thought such light was beautiful; as we start to age we do nothing but think of it as evil. Can we make up our indecisive minds about what is wrong and what is right; about what is dark and what is light; what is good and the bad? As our bones grow up strong, science proves that they are meant to die weak. Because even if we die by a hit and run or a crashing bike, then our bones are meant to break; we will fight for our lives on the edge of a death we do not want. If it's life we do not wish for, and we are on the brink of giving up, then life we shan't have and we will die like a present under the family's outrageous Christmas tree, a present too large for Santa to fit under its leaves. Because on the edge of the unseen cliff, we know that we won't go down without a fight, but we understand and don't understand the meaning of "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

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I know I'm falling, quickly, quickly dripping dripping... Leaking, lacking, losing... All the sins that I've committed, bodies piled up at my front door. I can tell that Hell is welcoming, calling; the home is quite enticing. The failure getting worse, the failing is failing; life is completely scarce. I'm leaving the world with many scars; scathing, burning, burning, crashing, dying. The skulls and feet- buried beneath one another, like the ashes of the Holocaust. The witnesses rare as daylight in a cave. The flamed gates are creaking open, rust catching in the forever red lust of evil. The death of my deathly deeds awaken me, chilling me, stating "you will now die, and recede to deep depths of Hell, while life above continues without you." I realize that that my name is society, and the I am a murderer readying for its last, awaiting, final goodbye.

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Jul 16, 2013

Jul 16, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC

Foul ****** 5: Final Goodbye

I know I'm falling, quickly, quickly dripping dripping... Leaking, lacking, losing... All the sins that I've committed, bodies piled up at my front door. I can tell that Hell is welcoming, calling; the home is quite enticing. The failure getting worse, the failing is failing; life is completely scarce. I'm leaving the world with many scars; scathing, burning, burning, crashing, dying. The skulls and feet- buried beneath one another, like the ashes of the Holocaust. The witnesses rare as daylight in a cave. The flamed gates are creaking open, rust catching in the forever red lust of evil. The death of my deathly deeds awaken me, chilling me, stating "you will now die, and recede to deep depths of Hell, while life above continues without you." I realize that that my name is society, and the I am a murderer readying for its last, awaiting, final goodbye.

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