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mercy
mercy
My mind is slowly deteriorating - i'm simply picking up the pieces and putting them into poetry before it's too late.
can you feel me slowly dying as your hand lies out of reach my heart wilts, slowly melting hands numb and barely shaking i long to stare into your oceanic eyes but all i see are the white walls of my confines i wish i could tell you i'm sorry but i have no real excuse i simply play with hearts for the taking but i feel so much remorse could you hear my chest screaming or did you think it was mere laughter you look inside my demon eyes but can't see the love they hold for you only the carelessness and selfishness that you ascribe to me please let me say i'm sorry please know it was a mistake please understand it's only you that i want please let me hold your hand
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
can you feel me slowly dying
enter a white room white victorian furniture lines the white walls white frames holding white art hang beneath a white chandelier while the gleaming white floor reflects white light back onto the white walls and ceiling i stand alone in the center of this white room my pale limbs are the only pinch of color streaming from beneath my white nightgown it's funny you never seem to notice your breath until its unsteady pace becomes your only companion (as it was mine in that lonely room) as white blends into white my heart pounds vigorously within my chest and i feel the walls begin to close in around me a tortured pain arises as i attempt a scream yet nothing emerges but white noise from my lips i charge towards a towering white wall but the closer i get the further back it retreats so far, in fact that i can no longer make out the white sailboat on the white lake from the white picture inside the white frame hanging evenly on the white wall as i now exist (a pigmented dot in a white universe) i am lost and alone and anxious the walls have long since gone taking with them the white furniture and any hope of return to my colorful past so here i sit writing on white paper with a white pen a poem in white ink (dare anyone tries to decipher it) about a white room in a white world that has trapped this pigmented girl in its cold, white grasp (but other than that, death isn't too bad)
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
white death
the glimmering water caught my reflection as i sat by the silent fountain distraught by the knowledge that the boy that i loved sat half a hundred miles away to my surprise that mysterious boy (the one with the pale blue eyes) emerged from the sunlight a rusted copper penny in his hand enclosing the penny in my palm those oceans in his eyes met mine for a second as if to urge me to make my wish my mind went numb my hands quivered slightly my heart pounded in my breast as i forgot my wish entirely lost in those oceanic eyes so i merely flicked the empty penny into the mirrored fountain and saved my wish for another day as it shimmered beneath the surface with what i thought held no wish one week passed as here i sit side by side with the mysterious boy (the one with the pale blue eyes) my heart no longer flutters for the boy half a hundred miles away but for the one who's shoulder caresses mine it's odd how wishes work
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
non-fiction essay on a wishing penny
don't kiss me in the rain the cool drops of water remind me of the tears i shed when i thought you'd never return so please, don't kiss me in the rain don't kiss me in the sunlight it's shimmering rays remind me of the light you radiated when you spoke the words 'i love you' and i was too scared to mutter them back so please, don't kiss me in the sunlight don't kiss me in the shadows the crawling darkness reminds me of the dark hands strangling me when i tried to keep my depression a secret so please, don't kiss me in the shadows don't kiss me beneath the moon it's brilliant contrast from the dark night sky reminds me of how small and alone we are and how alone i'd be without you so please, don't kiss me beneath the moon don't kiss me under the old oak tree there were lovers once hung here and souls that weeped from pain their memories perpetrating our beings almost making me wish i had never met you at all so please just don't kiss me at all
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
don't kiss me in the rain