poetryandthorns - Hello Poetry

my skin is cracked my stomach an empty sea my mouth is dry so sand pours out my hands are fragile my eyes tired of searching my lungs have collapsed from breathing in the deadly scorching air in this desert dry of love the things we do to keep ourselves alive and living well are things i do not forté in and cannot truly grasp why eat when i taste nothing but clay and iron and death why drink when the water is barren on my tongue nothing is as it should be in this desert dry of love exhausted, i shrivel away no rain of thoughts to fuel on the hot and burning days the downpour never comes so nothing grows on the terrain there is only a sandstorm it curls around swirling eroding in this desert dry of love this desert dry dry desert heats me to the core and makes me into nothing i am but a mound of ugly common clay once more easily shattered fractured destroyed in this desert dry of love

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

desert

my skin is cracked my stomach an empty sea my mouth is dry so sand pours out my hands are fragile my eyes tired of searching my lungs have collapsed from breathing in the deadly scorching air in this desert dry of love the things we do to keep ourselves alive and living well are things i do not forté in and cannot truly grasp why eat when i taste nothing but clay and iron and death why drink when the water is barren on my tongue nothing is as it should be in this desert dry of love exhausted, i shrivel away no rain of thoughts to fuel on the hot and burning days the downpour never comes so nothing grows on the terrain there is only a sandstorm it curls around swirling eroding in this desert dry of love this desert dry dry desert heats me to the core and makes me into nothing i am but a mound of ugly common clay once more easily shattered fractured destroyed in this desert dry of love

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butterflies and candy lies that’s what your silver tongue fed me gobbling it up i became fat, greedy, and dependent on your honeyed deceit believing in that sweet, kind voice i was stuck in your trap of golden tar unknowingly, i was dying suffocating starving trying to cut my way out of your sticky grasp now, i’m finally free and i’ll never let myself taste that false manna again

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC

butterflies

butterflies and candy lies that’s what your silver tongue fed me gobbling it up i became fat, greedy, and dependent on your honeyed deceit believing in that sweet, kind voice i was stuck in your trap of golden tar unknowingly, i was dying suffocating starving trying to cut my way out of your sticky grasp now, i’m finally free and i’ll never let myself taste that false manna again

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rocks get worn clothes become tired people do as well the skies go dark the oceans toss and turn in the night just as i do in my nightmare-filled slumber ******* is thrown away fires die out just as the burning passion of love that others promise flowers wilt with time decomposed and shriveled just as i have become

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

as i have become

rocks get worn clothes become tired people do as well the skies go dark the oceans toss and turn in the night just as i do in my nightmare-filled slumber ******* is thrown away fires die out just as the burning passion of love that others promise flowers wilt with time decomposed and shriveled just as i have become

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please don’t lean on me i’ll crumble beneath you and no one is willing to help pick me up again so please don’t lean on me because i can't afford to fall down again

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC

don't lean on me

please don’t lean on me i’ll crumble beneath you and no one is willing to help pick me up again so please don’t lean on me because i can't afford to fall down again

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blood running down my unshaven legs disgusting and hairy deserving of gashes and scars and pain deserving of hatred deserving of starvation those numbers 115 dont just magically appear on the scale my attempt at cutting away the fat, ugliness failed now im left watching the wine pour out of my skin down the drain

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May 9, 2018

May 9, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC

deserving

blood running down my unshaven legs disgusting and hairy deserving of gashes and scars and pain deserving of hatred deserving of starvation those numbers 115 dont just magically appear on the scale my attempt at cutting away the fat, ugliness failed now im left watching the wine pour out of my skin down the drain

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walls built up high they're supposed to protect against the ocean of my mind i let you in let you see my thoughts and you overwhelmed me the waves started crashing i started slipping under drowning

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Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC

overwhelmed

walls built up high they're supposed to protect against the ocean of my mind i let you in let you see my thoughts and you overwhelmed me the waves started crashing i started slipping under drowning

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sometimes my pain is yelling at my family not even remembering why sometimes my anger is crying in my room alone being careful not to make a sound sometimes my sadness is standing in the rain wishing it would wash me away sometimes my depression is lying in bed and wanting to get up but not being able to lift the chains sometimes my breath is stolen from my lungs feeling all of this at once sometimes my mind is numb and empty feeling nothing at all sometimes im just... there not feeling anything but not feeling nothing and sometimes in those moments i wish i was dead.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC

sometimes

sometimes my pain is yelling at my family not even remembering why sometimes my anger is crying in my room alone being careful not to make a sound sometimes my sadness is standing in the rain wishing it would wash me away sometimes my depression is lying in bed and wanting to get up but not being able to lift the chains sometimes my breath is stolen from my lungs feeling all of this at once sometimes my mind is numb and empty feeling nothing at all sometimes im just... there not feeling anything but not feeling nothing and sometimes in those moments i wish i was dead.

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words dance across the pages of that worn, old paper my eyes dart back and forth like small fish hoping to find some morsel of nourishment but all i have found is bitter hate and despise- things that are inedible but i gobble them up- desperate for anything your hand provides they say do not bite the hand that feeds you but what if that is the same hand that stabs and bruises your heart? what then, little fish? do you continue to **** yourself by consuming their poisoned love? or do you simply choose to live and swim away?

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC

it's a big ocean, little fish

words dance across the pages of that worn, old paper my eyes dart back and forth like small fish hoping to find some morsel of nourishment but all i have found is bitter hate and despise- things that are inedible but i gobble them up- desperate for anything your hand provides they say do not bite the hand that feeds you but what if that is the same hand that stabs and bruises your heart? what then, little fish? do you continue to **** yourself by consuming their poisoned love? or do you simply choose to live and swim away?

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*Butterflies have wings... So do other lovely things... Where are mine then, God?*

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC

If I'm So Pretty

*Butterflies have wings... So do other lovely things... Where are mine then, God?*

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dreams crushed hopes shattered here i sit in my thoughtless wonder joy diminished sadness increased here i walk in my thoughtless wonder heart spoiled brain rotted here i tie my thoughtless wonder peace disturbed anguish expanded here i hang my thoughtless wonder pain interrupted madness depleted here i die in my thoughtless wonder.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC

thoughtless wonder

dreams crushed hopes shattered here i sit in my thoughtless wonder joy diminished sadness increased here i walk in my thoughtless wonder heart spoiled brain rotted here i tie my thoughtless wonder peace disturbed anguish expanded here i hang my thoughtless wonder pain interrupted madness depleted here i die in my thoughtless wonder.

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