meredithleigh - Hello Poetry

the tremble of the ground thrusts more fear in your heart than the gnashing of ancient jaws, the burn of leather scales and the sprays of blood in the atmosphere. fire brushes the tips of the clouds but they thought it may as well spew from the back of your throat, dance along invisible wings that carry you past the carnage, the tremor of cracking souls and hopeless shrieks towards the unforgiving sky. bones sigh under cool glass, brushed with the earth that betrayed you.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC

The World Historical

the tremble of the ground thrusts more fear in your heart than the gnashing of ancient jaws, the burn of leather scales and the sprays of blood in the atmosphere. fire brushes the tips of the clouds but they thought it may as well spew from the back of your throat, dance along invisible wings that carry you past the carnage, the tremor of cracking souls and hopeless shrieks towards the unforgiving sky. bones sigh under cool glass, brushed with the earth that betrayed you.

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birthday cake ice cream but you lost all your sprinkles now just vanilla.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC

Sugarcoat

birthday cake ice cream but you lost all your sprinkles now just vanilla.

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My mouth can’t stop itself from spilling stories I should hold back but my art tells more of a story than my words ever could. I am from forgiveness and compassion from choking laughter and long stories like my father. I am from acceptance resilience in the face of adversity like my mother. I claim roots in the crystal lakes and hushed nights of Traverse City. In the sweltering warmth of the summer sun and the shady trees in Colleyville. Nature makes me feel at home. I could try to rhyme but my words seem to stumble when I’m not lamenting about rejection and heartbreak and loneliness but there are times when my brother’s laugh is the only sound I hear. My friends embrace me with their inside jokes and nicknames and my body can’t contain the joy when applause rings in the stadium under fluorescent lights or echoes in the auditorium conceals itself in a reassuring smile or glitters in the eyes of my dogs my heart lies in superheroes and unfocused imagination a human goodness that never fades a dream that might come true I could tell you all about the characters that live in my mind and on my sketchbook but I’ve been told to hold back save it for the movies I plan to do just that.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC

Where I'm From

My mouth can’t stop itself from spilling stories I should hold back but my art tells more of a story than my words ever could. I am from forgiveness and compassion from choking laughter and long stories like my father. I am from acceptance resilience in the face of adversity like my mother. I claim roots in the crystal lakes and hushed nights of Traverse City. In the sweltering warmth of the summer sun and the shady trees in Colleyville. Nature makes me feel at home. I could try to rhyme but my words seem to stumble when I’m not lamenting about rejection and heartbreak and loneliness but there are times when my brother’s laugh is the only sound I hear. My friends embrace me with their inside jokes and nicknames and my body can’t contain the joy when applause rings in the stadium under fluorescent lights or echoes in the auditorium conceals itself in a reassuring smile or glitters in the eyes of my dogs my heart lies in superheroes and unfocused imagination a human goodness that never fades a dream that might come true I could tell you all about the characters that live in my mind and on my sketchbook but I’ve been told to hold back save it for the movies I plan to do just that.

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I know that someday your eyes will be Deeper than the ocean, a small oasis shining Like a mirror for the Milky Way. The Sun will paint your cheek with Warmth and someone will think your hair Looks more like a halo, shining With gold, illuminating your mind Like a crown. Your smile will be fresh snow At the genesis of winter, unable To keep from basking in the sunlight That drowns out the crisp sky. Someone will know the brightness Of your cheeks cannot be matched To a rose or cardinal. They tried to blind your hope of salvation with radiation And burns thrown like envy Against your heart, but the cross That shields your spirit will never Be used as a dagger against you. Your laugh will ring like a symphony in their ears. Someone will know the freckles On your jaw are stars in the coldest night. I wish I could say Your arms are my security, Branches bending away from the vastness of the universe. But I cannot be the one who sees the glow Of nature in your presence, still Your hand upon my shoulder soothes So I believe That you will never leave me And when the Sun blinds me with its gaze, Melts its warmth into my skin, I'll think of you.

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC

Icarus

I know that someday your eyes will be Deeper than the ocean, a small oasis shining Like a mirror for the Milky Way. The Sun will paint your cheek with Warmth and someone will think your hair Looks more like a halo, shining With gold, illuminating your mind Like a crown. Your smile will be fresh snow At the genesis of winter, unable To keep from basking in the sunlight That drowns out the crisp sky. Someone will know the brightness Of your cheeks cannot be matched To a rose or cardinal. They tried to blind your hope of salvation with radiation And burns thrown like envy Against your heart, but the cross That shields your spirit will never Be used as a dagger against you. Your laugh will ring like a symphony in their ears. Someone will know the freckles On your jaw are stars in the coldest night. I wish I could say Your arms are my security, Branches bending away from the vastness of the universe. But I cannot be the one who sees the glow Of nature in your presence, still Your hand upon my shoulder soothes So I believe That you will never leave me And when the Sun blinds me with its gaze, Melts its warmth into my skin, I'll think of you.

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The Louvre would have been better had I come here by myself. I know why you’re here. The Mona Lisa calls your name, coy and quaint eyes glazed with lacquer beckoning behind the bulletproof glass that curdles her beauty. You want me to see her with you. Don’t you? But clouded eyes watched as you passed The Winged Victory Liberty Leading the People Venus de Milo Six Raphaels and a Michelangelo just so you could catch a glimpse of her smirk behind a masterpiece of spines and cameras. So go ahead, call me stuck up I don’t mind. I’ll admire all the beauty you missed along the way.

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC

Museum

The Louvre would have been better had I come here by myself. I know why you’re here. The Mona Lisa calls your name, coy and quaint eyes glazed with lacquer beckoning behind the bulletproof glass that curdles her beauty. You want me to see her with you. Don’t you? But clouded eyes watched as you passed The Winged Victory Liberty Leading the People Venus de Milo Six Raphaels and a Michelangelo just so you could catch a glimpse of her smirk behind a masterpiece of spines and cameras. So go ahead, call me stuck up I don’t mind. I’ll admire all the beauty you missed along the way.

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Beautiful, You’re beautiful. I can’t even look in your eyes Crisp and clear, like winter skies Smile causing my demise. Stunning, Really stunning. Tousled hair swept to the side Dark as night, and I can’t hide Young affection I deny. Handsome, God, you’re handsome And I’m sure you’ve caught me stare My heart yearns, but I don’t dare Wonder how our looks compare. Perfect. Truly perfect And it’s driven me to hate Beauty I exaggerate Love you won’t reciprocate.

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Feb 3, 2018

Feb 3, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC

opposite sides of the room

Beautiful, You’re beautiful. I can’t even look in your eyes Crisp and clear, like winter skies Smile causing my demise. Stunning, Really stunning. Tousled hair swept to the side Dark as night, and I can’t hide Young affection I deny. Handsome, God, you’re handsome And I’m sure you’ve caught me stare My heart yearns, but I don’t dare Wonder how our looks compare. Perfect. Truly perfect And it’s driven me to hate Beauty I exaggerate Love you won’t reciprocate.

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