sabrinaDLT - Hello Poetry

Everything has been drained from me. The blood settles in my limps and my heart sinks 10000 leagues under the sea. Waves of amber colored ponds drown my eyes. I lay here, in my coffin, faint. I lay here, in my hurse, breathless. Barely gasping for any of air that surrounds and suffocates my body. You've done it again. You've taken my peace of mind my empathy and pieces of me. I've decided to look back at those before you and ask them to tell me what lessons I've failed. They stare at me, blacked eyed like children. Gagged up and stored in the back of the basememt. Tattered and tarnished by countless floodings. Drown and dried over and over... They give me no answers. I lay here with a heart that melts out of it's cage. A heart that melts through the cage of my ribs. In my dreams, I try to eacape his tortue to get back to you. I've climbed stories, jumped over buildings, jumped into cars and bushes to get back to you. And then, I lay awake. Afraid of waking adventures ahead of me. Afraid to ask you why and afraid even look. I lay here lost and confused 60 hrs of emotional labor unpaid.

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Jun 21, 2023

Jun 21, 2023 at 7:15 PM UTC

You've Done it Again

Everything has been drained from me. The blood settles in my limps and my heart sinks 10000 leagues under the sea. Waves of amber colored ponds drown my eyes. I lay here, in my coffin, faint. I lay here, in my hurse, breathless. Barely gasping for any of air that surrounds and suffocates my body. You've done it again. You've taken my peace of mind my empathy and pieces of me. I've decided to look back at those before you and ask them to tell me what lessons I've failed. They stare at me, blacked eyed like children. Gagged up and stored in the back of the basememt. Tattered and tarnished by countless floodings. Drown and dried over and over... They give me no answers. I lay here with a heart that melts out of it's cage. A heart that melts through the cage of my ribs. In my dreams, I try to eacape his tortue to get back to you. I've climbed stories, jumped over buildings, jumped into cars and bushes to get back to you. And then, I lay awake. Afraid of waking adventures ahead of me. Afraid to ask you why and afraid even look. I lay here lost and confused 60 hrs of emotional labor unpaid.

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Blackberries glide down my throat. While Blueberries push back the words That should not be spoken. The air in this classroom is stale. This moment feels so still. You come to mind like a 1940's picture show Grainy memories covered in bitter-sweet nostalgia. Your hair blows in the wind The film skips Now, your car is drowning on the Boulevard I blink And you're next to me in your car seat Starring at me with those eyes that Cancers have Big, deep, doe-like, and dark In them, I can sink and drown. The raspberries glide down my throat While the pineapples push back my hope That my email notification will ping. That, maybe, you will respond to me. With a 2010-friendly tone.

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Jan 11, 2023

Jan 11, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC

Blackberries

Blackberries glide down my throat. While Blueberries push back the words That should not be spoken. The air in this classroom is stale. This moment feels so still. You come to mind like a 1940's picture show Grainy memories covered in bitter-sweet nostalgia. Your hair blows in the wind The film skips Now, your car is drowning on the Boulevard I blink And you're next to me in your car seat Starring at me with those eyes that Cancers have Big, deep, doe-like, and dark In them, I can sink and drown. The raspberries glide down my throat While the pineapples push back my hope That my email notification will ping. That, maybe, you will respond to me. With a 2010-friendly tone.

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Sundown You're next to me while I sigh and frown And the beer is on our lips While Los Angeles hangs in the clouds The dead are the only witnesses around Kiss me at the cemetery I won't tell her and you won't tell him You're my only friend on this hill of death Roses cover our scent We meet at the end of the darkest street Where we smoke all of our sins Venice Beach Where we meet- Marvelous Things fill the air I'm at the bar while you strum your guitar And sing "It's not too late to change" ( I took that to heart) Kiss me at the cemetery I won't tell her and you won't tell him You're my only friend on this hill of death Roses cover our scent We meet at the end of the darkest street Where we smoke all of our sins Cemetary Memories Hair as black as sin

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Jan 11, 2023

Jan 11, 2023 at 8:34 AM UTC

Cemetary Memories

Sundown You're next to me while I sigh and frown And the beer is on our lips While Los Angeles hangs in the clouds The dead are the only witnesses around Kiss me at the cemetery I won't tell her and you won't tell him You're my only friend on this hill of death Roses cover our scent We meet at the end of the darkest street Where we smoke all of our sins Venice Beach Where we meet- Marvelous Things fill the air I'm at the bar while you strum your guitar And sing "It's not too late to change" ( I took that to heart) Kiss me at the cemetery I won't tell her and you won't tell him You're my only friend on this hill of death Roses cover our scent We meet at the end of the darkest street Where we smoke all of our sins Cemetary Memories Hair as black as sin

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Breathe. Its almost that time when the moon turns and all that you hold turns on you. And you turn into what you were always meant to be. Inhale. All the stars turn in their grave under your feet. The angels turn their gaze toward your purity. And all that was once black has faded to green. Exhale. Fate is turning in your favor while the past burns While your ancestors singing turns into screaming And your pinebox is rotting in a bleak dark cemetery Choke. On the empty curses you have promised. On silver bullets and silver rings And as you take your last breath feel the warmth from the ocean breeze.

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Jun 13, 2022

Jun 13, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC

Breathe

Breathe. Its almost that time when the moon turns and all that you hold turns on you. And you turn into what you were always meant to be. Inhale. All the stars turn in their grave under your feet. The angels turn their gaze toward your purity. And all that was once black has faded to green. Exhale. Fate is turning in your favor while the past burns While your ancestors singing turns into screaming And your pinebox is rotting in a bleak dark cemetery Choke. On the empty curses you have promised. On silver bullets and silver rings And as you take your last breath feel the warmth from the ocean breeze.

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Suddenly, you're not so far away When we sing together I get a bitter taste. Do you dream of another face? These memories stick to me like a ****** stain I can see the light beaming through the trees I can feel the wind kick up a warm breeze I can see the grey clouds roll on by There's a storm brewing we ought to hide Its the sweetest taste When you eat the fruits of your labor that you've made On this darkened road we are on there is a starry sky Your life path isn't looking bright. I can see the light beaming through the trees I can feel the wind kick up a warm breeze I can see the grey clouds roll on by There's a storm brewing we ought to hide

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Apr 8, 2022

Apr 8, 2022 at 8:23 AM UTC

Before the Storm

Suddenly, you're not so far away When we sing together I get a bitter taste. Do you dream of another face? These memories stick to me like a ****** stain I can see the light beaming through the trees I can feel the wind kick up a warm breeze I can see the grey clouds roll on by There's a storm brewing we ought to hide Its the sweetest taste When you eat the fruits of your labor that you've made On this darkened road we are on there is a starry sky Your life path isn't looking bright. I can see the light beaming through the trees I can feel the wind kick up a warm breeze I can see the grey clouds roll on by There's a storm brewing we ought to hide

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Every day is daunting. Every interaction is fake and trite. I just want to sink into the blues and greens And leave behind the shell that was once me. Put my skull up to your ear And hear a shallow weeping come through loud and clear. Everyone is dead. All my friends are ghosts or tragic souls Whom made terrible deals for short delights. They sink into the black and aquamarine While they are haunted by their lost dreams, And you can hear them drown in frustration, subtle but obvious. Every man for himself. This ship is sinking and the water is deadly cold And its hunger is ravenous and exact. You will sink into the cerulean and midnights. The last wave will feel like a welcomed dream And the final sound will be a deep universal vibration. grand and final.

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Mar 9, 2022

Mar 9, 2022 at 11:34 AM UTC

Sink into the Blues

Every day is daunting. Every interaction is fake and trite. I just want to sink into the blues and greens And leave behind the shell that was once me. Put my skull up to your ear And hear a shallow weeping come through loud and clear. Everyone is dead. All my friends are ghosts or tragic souls Whom made terrible deals for short delights. They sink into the black and aquamarine While they are haunted by their lost dreams, And you can hear them drown in frustration, subtle but obvious. Every man for himself. This ship is sinking and the water is deadly cold And its hunger is ravenous and exact. You will sink into the cerulean and midnights. The last wave will feel like a welcomed dream And the final sound will be a deep universal vibration. grand and final.

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Its comes in the middle of an optimistic smirk Or when my mind is settling in its warm and cozy canopy bed that is surround with black sheer bed curtains. The sad creeps in. It creeps in when I am feeling safe and held in the arms of husband. It creeps in on warm days when Im laying in grass watching the clouds pass. The sad settles in. It settles in the crevices of my brain It settles in the chambers of my heart It settles in behind my eyes It settles inbetween each breath The sad lingers. It lingers through the days It lingers in the words I say It lingers in the thoughts that drift by Its lingers through earths revolutions

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Jan 10, 2022

Jan 10, 2022 at 9:14 PM UTC

The Sad

Its comes in the middle of an optimistic smirk Or when my mind is settling in its warm and cozy canopy bed that is surround with black sheer bed curtains. The sad creeps in. It creeps in when I am feeling safe and held in the arms of husband. It creeps in on warm days when Im laying in grass watching the clouds pass. The sad settles in. It settles in the crevices of my brain It settles in the chambers of my heart It settles in behind my eyes It settles inbetween each breath The sad lingers. It lingers through the days It lingers in the words I say It lingers in the thoughts that drift by Its lingers through earths revolutions

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The problem is with my eyes. You see the problem is that my soul sits like a question mark in them. The problem is that whenever I hear the sound of the "Wah wah" details of your day - you can see the question mark start to flip. And my eyes roll back into my lids. The real problem lies within my mind. It tends to detach and retreat to a blank state. The problem is that whenever it decides to come back I'm in the middle of driving and I can't remember if I passed any red lights. And my mind just don't feel right.

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Dec 22, 2021

Dec 22, 2021 at 2:27 PM UTC

The Problem

The problem is with my eyes. You see the problem is that my soul sits like a question mark in them. The problem is that whenever I hear the sound of the "Wah wah" details of your day - you can see the question mark start to flip. And my eyes roll back into my lids. The real problem lies within my mind. It tends to detach and retreat to a blank state. The problem is that whenever it decides to come back I'm in the middle of driving and I can't remember if I passed any red lights. And my mind just don't feel right.

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The daily humdrum of the mundane day has left me feeling empty. I'm sleep walking through the hours that make up my day. I'm night thinking in the dark to avoid the nightmares. I'm tired. I'm tired of being resilient... of being in charge. I'm tired of responsibility and society. I'm tired.

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Dec 16, 2021

Dec 16, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC

Night Thinking

The daily humdrum of the mundane day has left me feeling empty. I'm sleep walking through the hours that make up my day. I'm night thinking in the dark to avoid the nightmares. I'm tired. I'm tired of being resilient... of being in charge. I'm tired of responsibility and society. I'm tired.

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Some days are blackholes That inhale every part of me. Days like that pull apart all hope and swallow my dreams whole. Some days are like sunrises That shine on the dark parts of my mind Days like that illuminate new perspectives and usher in endorphins that carry me to a dimly lit abyss.

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Dec 13, 2021

Dec 13, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC

Some Days

Some days are blackholes That inhale every part of me. Days like that pull apart all hope and swallow my dreams whole. Some days are like sunrises That shine on the dark parts of my mind Days like that illuminate new perspectives and usher in endorphins that carry me to a dimly lit abyss.

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