sandra-1 - Hello Poetry

Whisper as the petal falls Soft bare steps across wood floor Strangled mourning drowned by breathing The rain pounds windows with soft beating A heavy bottle -held- by innocent fingers Gasping, failing, contorting features Purity poisoned with clear amber A mind distorted near disaster Fading visions, pleading calls Footsteps stumble, as you fall Rising slowly, gaining strength Grasping doorways along the way Intakes deep of icy air Reflections haunt in windows glare A handle twists, a door creeks open Breaking glass sounds, liquor’s flowing Lashes flutter, eyes bloodshot Crimson stains white, muscles taut Searing pain and misting sights Screams now fill the cold still night Unlocked secrets, truth unmarked Wilting flowers paint the dark I wonder why you drown your sorrows As sun dawns a new tomorrow

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Dec 7, 2011

Dec 7, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC

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Secrets Walk the Halls at Night

Whisper as the petal falls Soft bare steps across wood floor Strangled mourning drowned by breathing The rain pounds windows with soft beating A heavy bottle -held- by innocent fingers Gasping, failing, contorting features Purity poisoned with clear amber A mind distorted near disaster Fading visions, pleading calls Footsteps stumble, as you fall Rising slowly, gaining strength Grasping doorways along the way Intakes deep of icy air Reflections haunt in windows glare A handle twists, a door creeks open Breaking glass sounds, liquor’s flowing Lashes flutter, eyes bloodshot Crimson stains white, muscles taut Searing pain and misting sights Screams now fill the cold still night Unlocked secrets, truth unmarked Wilting flowers paint the dark I wonder why you drown your sorrows As sun dawns a new tomorrow

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Sanctuary, Take me from these wintry prisons That captive, I am, through misery’s fangs Be still, defiant, no more to me my course heart beats, so guiltily Harsh words I spoke, regret, I fold Your care, I trust, to gaurd me safe Humility bars me, I fall so low I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… Defeat, I pulse, my blood runs warm In relief, my spirits, content to you Vulnerability guides me to your arms Sanctuary, take me away to your heart Hold me not to my flaws Forgive me, my love, I plea… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.. ——————————————————— Sanctuary, Such solitude, you rescued me My love, I gave compassionately Yet now I find I’ve lost the sight No sanctuary, are you, this night In light, I guard my heart from you This pain I suffer, I hold anew With filth and bile, my body tense Struck upon your cheek, my harsh caress Alone I sit, to ponder such strength of love Such confound deeds you treason for I surrender myself to a subconscious alcove Understand me, I have strength none more I have forgiven I can’t forget Sanctuary, Apologize, your actions speak Arrogance,your sin, you live vanity A lust you craved, such a tempting taste The distinctive man now gone to waste Bountiful bosoms, and laughter equips All of my once pleasure and happiness Selfish desires, contrite you now seem Was my heartbreak worth your wanton need? I’m vulnerable, you seem so strong I live imprisoned within your arms I take you back, my weakness of love You rapture my heart, your mistakes undone I have now forgiven I can’t forget

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Dec 7, 2011

Dec 7, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC

sandra-1

Sanctuary

Sanctuary, Take me from these wintry prisons That captive, I am, through misery’s fangs Be still, defiant, no more to me my course heart beats, so guiltily Harsh words I spoke, regret, I fold Your care, I trust, to gaurd me safe Humility bars me, I fall so low I’m sorry.. I’m sorry… Defeat, I pulse, my blood runs warm In relief, my spirits, content to you Vulnerability guides me to your arms Sanctuary, take me away to your heart Hold me not to my flaws Forgive me, my love, I plea… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.. ——————————————————— Sanctuary, Such solitude, you rescued me My love, I gave compassionately Yet now I find I’ve lost the sight No sanctuary, are you, this night In light, I guard my heart from you This pain I suffer, I hold anew With filth and bile, my body tense Struck upon your cheek, my harsh caress Alone I sit, to ponder such strength of love Such confound deeds you treason for I surrender myself to a subconscious alcove Understand me, I have strength none more I have forgiven I can’t forget Sanctuary, Apologize, your actions speak Arrogance,your sin, you live vanity A lust you craved, such a tempting taste The distinctive man now gone to waste Bountiful bosoms, and laughter equips All of my once pleasure and happiness Selfish desires, contrite you now seem Was my heartbreak worth your wanton need? I’m vulnerable, you seem so strong I live imprisoned within your arms I take you back, my weakness of love You rapture my heart, your mistakes undone I have now forgiven I can’t forget

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I look down to my hands and feet fingers and my toes I often wondered how are those so physically able? when my heart trembles mumbles, and stumbles with its broken beats it’s not capable to handle another careless keeper to not drop it, scrape it crush the remains then hand it back to me I’m steel gaurded with a key don’t ask me to let you in just for me to believe then have you hand me another broken piece of my still constructing heart that no longer beats compassionately for a true love with all it’s mishappen sewed up, and bandaged, cracked, crumbling, bruised beauty I am vulnerable but not weak I am strong no longer naive Don’t let me Believe Let me see proof is through actions that speak words are nothing but pretty wrappings charming but hiding something within their nice packaging I’ve learned from my past the mistakes have imprinted at long last not to trust a pretty smile and perfect teeth because the ugliness is buried deep it’s in a dark soul A pretender masked with an angel’s face

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Dec 6, 2011

Dec 6, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC

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I look down to my hands and feet fingers and my toes I often wondered how are those so physically able? when my heart trembles mumbles, and stumbles with its broken beats it’s not capable to handle another careless keeper to not drop it, scrape it crush the remains then hand it back to me I’m steel gaurded with a key don’t ask me to let you in just for me to believe then have you hand me another broken piece of my still constructing heart that no longer beats compassionately for a true love with all it’s mishappen sewed up, and bandaged, cracked, crumbling, bruised beauty I am vulnerable but not weak I am strong no longer naive Don’t let me Believe Let me see proof is through actions that speak words are nothing but pretty wrappings charming but hiding something within their nice packaging I’ve learned from my past the mistakes have imprinted at long last not to trust a pretty smile and perfect teeth because the ugliness is buried deep it’s in a dark soul A pretender masked with an angel’s face

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The crisp of autumn’s sigh brushes my hair into my eyes With a giggle that muffles behind my closed lips I am kissed with a nostalgic bliss Beauties of golds, reds, and yellows orange and faded greens of trees A crunch follows me with every footstep Upon fallen leaves I am lulled into a wakening dream a fairy tale I love so well Made up with every single sight a sight that leaves me breathless and light So innocent, how children do living within their childhood hue I grasp for that inner being, that little girl that never stopped dreaming and its so wonderful, that naivete to stop and not worry of how life is supposed to be

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC

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The crisp of autumn’s sigh brushes my hair into my eyes With a giggle that muffles behind my closed lips I am kissed with a nostalgic bliss Beauties of golds, reds, and yellows orange and faded greens of trees A crunch follows me with every footstep Upon fallen leaves I am lulled into a wakening dream a fairy tale I love so well Made up with every single sight a sight that leaves me breathless and light So innocent, how children do living within their childhood hue I grasp for that inner being, that little girl that never stopped dreaming and its so wonderful, that naivete to stop and not worry of how life is supposed to be

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Let’s play make believe Dress up in crowns for royalty and capes for enemies With swords as weapons to slay the evil dragon that stole the damsel in pink No one wants a crying girl that’s why it’s called fantasy Let’s play reality Dress up in skirts and heels to flirt and jeans and shirts for comfort With drinks to lose ourselves to unwanted feelings and memories to having fun without a scene leaving the stolen to fend for themselves Noone wants a crying girl that’s why you ignore the weeping that’s why you play unfeeling as you slur your words and blur your sight It doesn’t make it right but it’s better than taking responsibility That’s why people make believe because real life isn’t like the fairy tale stories

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC

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No One Wants a Crying Girl

Let’s play make believe Dress up in crowns for royalty and capes for enemies With swords as weapons to slay the evil dragon that stole the damsel in pink No one wants a crying girl that’s why it’s called fantasy Let’s play reality Dress up in skirts and heels to flirt and jeans and shirts for comfort With drinks to lose ourselves to unwanted feelings and memories to having fun without a scene leaving the stolen to fend for themselves Noone wants a crying girl that’s why you ignore the weeping that’s why you play unfeeling as you slur your words and blur your sight It doesn’t make it right but it’s better than taking responsibility That’s why people make believe because real life isn’t like the fairy tale stories

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We consume this negativity we inhale it like air it inflates our lungs our veins our heart and it smothers it’s beating controls it’s feeling makes a hole in the middle of our soul and infiltrates our mind we stop thinking rationally and start hating passionately desperate to rip apart anyone that seems happy in our path it makes you spread dismay and ***** out gossip that decays rotates, and changes an opinion of a person of a group and it spreads like a disease like a virus from mouth to mouth ear to ear hand to hand we don’t understand how it began it just evolves until someone’s resolve crumbles because we tore them down chewed them up and spit them out that’s what negativity does it drowns out all the happiness that was in ones heart it blackens the soul until its done its part then it leaves… washes away with the eve and your left standing with a guilty plea of… ‘I’m so sorry’

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC

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Negativity is a Disease

We consume this negativity we inhale it like air it inflates our lungs our veins our heart and it smothers it’s beating controls it’s feeling makes a hole in the middle of our soul and infiltrates our mind we stop thinking rationally and start hating passionately desperate to rip apart anyone that seems happy in our path it makes you spread dismay and ***** out gossip that decays rotates, and changes an opinion of a person of a group and it spreads like a disease like a virus from mouth to mouth ear to ear hand to hand we don’t understand how it began it just evolves until someone’s resolve crumbles because we tore them down chewed them up and spit them out that’s what negativity does it drowns out all the happiness that was in ones heart it blackens the soul until its done its part then it leaves… washes away with the eve and your left standing with a guilty plea of… ‘I’m so sorry’

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in sympathy we speak empathy we try but really, we don’t understand until the shoes are filled one day in time and it makes us wiser to those who understand not, their woes as we understand not, our own until we grow and become that once advice we held on to but never really had hope to overcome the obstacles of such miserly trials in time yes, time that one thing that never really dies it never stops this life it goes on outside of our strife we move on and live stronger than we had once felt before we were wiser

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 4:40 PM UTC

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Before We Were Wiser

in sympathy we speak empathy we try but really, we don’t understand until the shoes are filled one day in time and it makes us wiser to those who understand not, their woes as we understand not, our own until we grow and become that once advice we held on to but never really had hope to overcome the obstacles of such miserly trials in time yes, time that one thing that never really dies it never stops this life it goes on outside of our strife we move on and live stronger than we had once felt before we were wiser

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