rochelle-roberts - Hello Poetry

At night I see you in my dreams sometimes, Alive again like when I last saw you, Your body wrapped in celestial rhymes, More ethereal than when I knew You. Despite the beauty you betray, You're just not real to me anymore, Like a memory you're slipping away, I can't see your face anymore. I pour My heart out on a page trying to scrape Away the quiet emptiness, the lonely Despairing tears disfiguring the shape Of what my eyes can see, but it only gets worse. At this point I'll have to make do, I'm still drowning in the memory of you.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC

I'm Still Drowning in the Memory of You

At night I see you in my dreams sometimes, Alive again like when I last saw you, Your body wrapped in celestial rhymes, More ethereal than when I knew You. Despite the beauty you betray, You're just not real to me anymore, Like a memory you're slipping away, I can't see your face anymore. I pour My heart out on a page trying to scrape Away the quiet emptiness, the lonely Despairing tears disfiguring the shape Of what my eyes can see, but it only gets worse. At this point I'll have to make do, I'm still drowning in the memory of you.

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I'm stuck in this room Trapped by the decaying white walls That I scrape away at, Mindlessly, as I shift From medicated dreams to Manic insomnia. I thought the last thing I said to you was Don't leave me here. My eyes bleed As I try to remove the demons Infesting me, Creeping through my lashes Into my irises. The droplets stain the walls, Fingerprinting my frenzied panic, Echoing the last thing I said to you. Why did you leave me here? The air is intoxicating, Shifting from breathlessness to weightlessness. I'm sure they poison me here. And you, the fallen angel of my thoughts, You fiendish whisperer, You have felt my fear, Witnessed its brutality In its shifting manifestations, But still you left me here.

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC

The Last Thing I Said to You was Don't Leave Me Here

I'm stuck in this room Trapped by the decaying white walls That I scrape away at, Mindlessly, as I shift From medicated dreams to Manic insomnia. I thought the last thing I said to you was Don't leave me here. My eyes bleed As I try to remove the demons Infesting me, Creeping through my lashes Into my irises. The droplets stain the walls, Fingerprinting my frenzied panic, Echoing the last thing I said to you. Why did you leave me here? The air is intoxicating, Shifting from breathlessness to weightlessness. I'm sure they poison me here. And you, the fallen angel of my thoughts, You fiendish whisperer, You have felt my fear, Witnessed its brutality In its shifting manifestations, But still you left me here.

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I lay (in) fort puffed plumpy pillows under sheen of silk slopes up to touch you. We lay (in) fort slowly touching lips brushing fluffy puffy clouds crunching between teeth munching. You lay (in) fort sipping frothy velvety chocolaty drips between throat licking love making.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC

Fort

I lay (in) fort puffed plumpy pillows under sheen of silk slopes up to touch you. We lay (in) fort slowly touching lips brushing fluffy puffy clouds crunching between teeth munching. You lay (in) fort sipping frothy velvety chocolaty drips between throat licking love making.

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Shallow still darkness, angless shapes move across the floor. Your teeth bite down on my little moving parts, slip softly into comatose. The stench from your breath is acerbic, rotten particles of yesterday's remembrance floating in between canine, molars, pearly whites. I love the feeling, love the dead pan feeling. Comatose take me to the underworld it took you.

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC

Deep Sleep Breathing

Shallow still darkness, angless shapes move across the floor. Your teeth bite down on my little moving parts, slip softly into comatose. The stench from your breath is acerbic, rotten particles of yesterday's remembrance floating in between canine, molars, pearly whites. I love the feeling, love the dead pan feeling. Comatose take me to the underworld it took you.

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My bones lay in bed, thigh bones resting against ribs, fingers touching your side, cold, pillow undented by your head. Insomnia plagues my bones in your absence; they cannot sleep without your bones to lay upon, the need for you is too deeply ingrained.

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC

Empty

My bones lay in bed, thigh bones resting against ribs, fingers touching your side, cold, pillow undented by your head. Insomnia plagues my bones in your absence; they cannot sleep without your bones to lay upon, the need for you is too deeply ingrained.

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He loved her madly Pinched skin, purple and blue. Still her tears gave him joy.

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC

Watercolour Stains

He loved her madly Pinched skin, purple and blue. Still her tears gave him joy.

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We move in strange ways Our minds have gone insane Dark haunting jerks of Misrepresentation clinging grotesquely To our fragile bones. We live in fear, wonder slipping from Empty eyes, crying in an Echoing silence, still moving In rituals. Lies whispered between Truthful teeth, seeping deceit as we Lie in wakeful drunkenness Absorbing the black Outside our window.

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC

Ebriosity

We move in strange ways Our minds have gone insane Dark haunting jerks of Misrepresentation clinging grotesquely To our fragile bones. We live in fear, wonder slipping from Empty eyes, crying in an Echoing silence, still moving In rituals. Lies whispered between Truthful teeth, seeping deceit as we Lie in wakeful drunkenness Absorbing the black Outside our window.

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