nakedandalone - Hello Poetry

The glass breaks The pieces fall One by one Catch them all Watch them travel To the floor With each touch Grow some more My life in Pieces, shattered bits Each passing day Lose my wits

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Dec 15, 2011

Dec 15, 2011 at 9:51 PM UTC

Shattered

The glass breaks The pieces fall One by one Catch them all Watch them travel To the floor With each touch Grow some more My life in Pieces, shattered bits Each passing day Lose my wits

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Gaze into the mirror, its smooth and shiny glass. See the reflection, perfectly accurate Watch the stone break the surface Stare, as you slowly fall into pieces

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC

Broken

Gaze into the mirror, its smooth and shiny glass. See the reflection, perfectly accurate Watch the stone break the surface Stare, as you slowly fall into pieces

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Tongues of deception Tongues of betrayal, Blown-off by intelligence Cause the heart To throb and bleed Cause heavy tears To splatter and fall Upon a bleeding heart.

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC

Bleeding Heart

Tongues of deception Tongues of betrayal, Blown-off by intelligence Cause the heart To throb and bleed Cause heavy tears To splatter and fall Upon a bleeding heart.

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Leap from rooftop to rooftop, but don’t look down below. All you’ll see is cement waiting for you to fall down.

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC

Rooftops

Leap from rooftop to rooftop, but don’t look down below. All you’ll see is cement waiting for you to fall down.

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I fall face first I hit the ground I get back up Am pushed back down I scrape my knees I get all bruised I’ve lost my strength There’s nothing to lose

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC

I Fall Face First

I fall face first I hit the ground I get back up Am pushed back down I scrape my knees I get all bruised I’ve lost my strength There’s nothing to lose

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Every day, I paint my face. Trying desperately to hide myself from others' eyes. Not wanting them to see the flaws that in reality make me, me

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC

Untitled

Every day, I paint my face. Trying desperately to hide myself from others' eyes. Not wanting them to see the flaws that in reality make me, me

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I hang my feet over the edge I stare at my reflection I want to let go, but still hold on for reasons undetected I long to see just who I am my face, without deception I need the world to see inside of me have my being dissected

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC

Untitled

I hang my feet over the edge I stare at my reflection I want to let go, but still hold on for reasons undetected I long to see just who I am my face, without deception I need the world to see inside of me have my being dissected

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When death did pass By me I swear I saw my reflection Sitting there Then death, or I, did Speak to me That I should come Aboard with thee I climbed the carriage. Yes, its true, Because I knew not What to do. I smiled gently and Laughed a bit For death, I thought, Would be less quick. The carriage stopped Again, you see. I turned to look At Death or me. But when I looked, I saw instead My life, my past Before the dread. I saw the things I loved the most. I looked, through tears, For Death, my host. I could not find Death anywhere. All I could do Was sit and stare. I watched with memories of delight. And regretted much My hasty flight.

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC

Because I Stopped For Death

When death did pass By me I swear I saw my reflection Sitting there Then death, or I, did Speak to me That I should come Aboard with thee I climbed the carriage. Yes, its true, Because I knew not What to do. I smiled gently and Laughed a bit For death, I thought, Would be less quick. The carriage stopped Again, you see. I turned to look At Death or me. But when I looked, I saw instead My life, my past Before the dread. I saw the things I loved the most. I looked, through tears, For Death, my host. I could not find Death anywhere. All I could do Was sit and stare. I watched with memories of delight. And regretted much My hasty flight.

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