sarah-31 - Hello Poetry

Left, right Give everyone a fright Up, down Never see your wedding gown Left, right Blame it on a bite Up, down Same as a drown Left, right Could be obvious or slight Up, down Became the talk of the town Left, right Are those sleeves too tight? Up, down Irrefutable proof of your final breakdown

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC

Direction

Left, right Give everyone a fright Up, down Never see your wedding gown Left, right Blame it on a bite Up, down Same as a drown Left, right Could be obvious or slight Up, down Became the talk of the town Left, right Are those sleeves too tight? Up, down Irrefutable proof of your final breakdown

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I paint the roses with my sorrow Those may see and not feel Once, twice, thrice goes my brush as I paint the roses You may see my plastered grin and be fooled But only my roses know the truth This poem may seem meaningless Or the reader may see past Perhaps my roses are not alone As the petals fall My roses are not the only things breaking Joined at the hip My roses weep, so frail I now know Why roses are red

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC

My Roses

I paint the roses with my sorrow Those may see and not feel Once, twice, thrice goes my brush as I paint the roses You may see my plastered grin and be fooled But only my roses know the truth This poem may seem meaningless Or the reader may see past Perhaps my roses are not alone As the petals fall My roses are not the only things breaking Joined at the hip My roses weep, so frail I now know Why roses are red

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I sit and await the highborn kinsman, As I look below, I see only sorrow, To purge myself from mourning cries, To self obstruct I do abide, The destruction of my skin shows my way to the end, Dark shadows cast their way behind me, Sadness seeps into my soul as I prepare my own sepulchre, The demons among us sense my presence Preparing the horrendous journey brought by the Angel of Death, The demons, the demons a motley they hide within us Blood is shed Battle scars last forever But they still wont leave me alone, The demons are at a war, And the war is inside my head They're calling me Beckoning I'm wanted on the battlefield Prepare for bloodshed, I am on the battle field, It is strange, There are many people here, But I am the only one fighting, Then the demons attack, I feel their blades slashing me, Everywhere, But I keep going, All I can think about is when these demons are gone, Then I realize, I can end it all, But I keep going, Slashing, Bleeding.

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC

Battle

I sit and await the highborn kinsman, As I look below, I see only sorrow, To purge myself from mourning cries, To self obstruct I do abide, The destruction of my skin shows my way to the end, Dark shadows cast their way behind me, Sadness seeps into my soul as I prepare my own sepulchre, The demons among us sense my presence Preparing the horrendous journey brought by the Angel of Death, The demons, the demons a motley they hide within us Blood is shed Battle scars last forever But they still wont leave me alone, The demons are at a war, And the war is inside my head They're calling me Beckoning I'm wanted on the battlefield Prepare for bloodshed, I am on the battle field, It is strange, There are many people here, But I am the only one fighting, Then the demons attack, I feel their blades slashing me, Everywhere, But I keep going, All I can think about is when these demons are gone, Then I realize, I can end it all, But I keep going, Slashing, Bleeding.

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*It's like drowning, but you can see everybody else breathing around you.*

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC

Drowning

*It's like drowning, but you can see everybody else breathing around you.*

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My favorite flower is a rose When I look at you, I tingle from my toes to my nose. My love for you is eternal, Sometimes I write about you in my journal. Your eyes draw me in Our chances is a battle I cannot win. My favorite flower is a rose. This poem is coming to a close.. When I see you, I can't help but stare. I like a lot about you; your personality, or clothes, even your hair. My favorite flower is a rose...

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC

Rose

My favorite flower is a rose When I look at you, I tingle from my toes to my nose. My love for you is eternal, Sometimes I write about you in my journal. Your eyes draw me in Our chances is a battle I cannot win. My favorite flower is a rose. This poem is coming to a close.. When I see you, I can't help but stare. I like a lot about you; your personality, or clothes, even your hair. My favorite flower is a rose...

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Finally, I'm out. I'm free And I took the alternate route. Done with the pain and shame. Finished with the suffering, Never again with this game. So, what's next? Just give me my wings and hal- Oh.

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Jul 29, 2014

Jul 29, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC

Untitled

Finally, I'm out. I'm free And I took the alternate route. Done with the pain and shame. Finished with the suffering, Never again with this game. So, what's next? Just give me my wings and hal- Oh.

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How does it feel to be falling Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss? Never ending, Rarely slowing, Always lengthening On the sides are ropes, Belts, Even scarves to help me get out The cruelest way is people They hold their hands out, Ready to be grabbed The moment you're ready for their help They withdraw their hand, Never to be seen again Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss This hole with an absence of color is my life I have been consumed and trapped Sometimes I look at the walls There's sometimes helpful items But others I just cant figure out Guns? Knives? Even broken glass, I wonder why Could I be arming myself for something? Perhaps the war on my sanity I looked into the glass and saw someone I did not recognize it as me I saw a smile stretched across my lips It even showed in my eyes I gripped the image tight in my hands The glass only broke more It shredded parts of my hand Bleeding, I continued falling Into the deep, deep, deep Dark abyss Mysterious bottles of pills are on shelves Perhaps if I get sick Why else would I need them? Light? I see something shining At the bottom I drop the glass I take one last look at the guns Scarves Belts Glass Ropes Pills People I have become the image Happy, smiling, grateful I take one last look at the darkness above me I plunge into the light

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC

Abyss

How does it feel to be falling Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss? Never ending, Rarely slowing, Always lengthening On the sides are ropes, Belts, Even scarves to help me get out The cruelest way is people They hold their hands out, Ready to be grabbed The moment you're ready for their help They withdraw their hand, Never to be seen again Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss This hole with an absence of color is my life I have been consumed and trapped Sometimes I look at the walls There's sometimes helpful items But others I just cant figure out Guns? Knives? Even broken glass, I wonder why Could I be arming myself for something? Perhaps the war on my sanity I looked into the glass and saw someone I did not recognize it as me I saw a smile stretched across my lips It even showed in my eyes I gripped the image tight in my hands The glass only broke more It shredded parts of my hand Bleeding, I continued falling Into the deep, deep, deep Dark abyss Mysterious bottles of pills are on shelves Perhaps if I get sick Why else would I need them? Light? I see something shining At the bottom I drop the glass I take one last look at the guns Scarves Belts Glass Ropes Pills People I have become the image Happy, smiling, grateful I take one last look at the darkness above me I plunge into the light

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They were once the people I could trust my life into All I want to know is: what did I do? Best friends until the end, we said, Yet every night I lay crying in bed. It does not take a sleuth To discover this poem only speaks the truth. Lies and drama filled to the brim My emotions forever more grim. You ignored me, and I didn't know how to react. So, I just did it back. Barely a glance when we see each other Sometimes I wish we could treat each other like sister or brother. Writing this pains me But sometimes this is key. You broke my heart and trust I tried to apologize and that ended in a bust. Forgiving them is no longer an option. You pick out your new friends like an adoption. Who's cute, who's nice? Who's quiet, veins filled with ice? I must confess I now know summertime sadness.

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Jun 3, 2014

Jun 3, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC

Best Friends For Never

They were once the people I could trust my life into All I want to know is: what did I do? Best friends until the end, we said, Yet every night I lay crying in bed. It does not take a sleuth To discover this poem only speaks the truth. Lies and drama filled to the brim My emotions forever more grim. You ignored me, and I didn't know how to react. So, I just did it back. Barely a glance when we see each other Sometimes I wish we could treat each other like sister or brother. Writing this pains me But sometimes this is key. You broke my heart and trust I tried to apologize and that ended in a bust. Forgiving them is no longer an option. You pick out your new friends like an adoption. Who's cute, who's nice? Who's quiet, veins filled with ice? I must confess I now know summertime sadness.

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Alone she sat Waiting for a sign. When none came, She decided it was her time. The note was made Goodbye's inside, Her life about to fade. They say she'll be missed, She knows they'll forget. Alone she sat, Prepared for the worst. The knot at its tightest, The monsters were silenced.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC

End

Alone she sat Waiting for a sign. When none came, She decided it was her time. The note was made Goodbye's inside, Her life about to fade. They say she'll be missed, She knows they'll forget. Alone she sat, Prepared for the worst. The knot at its tightest, The monsters were silenced.

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Your words are just words. They mean nothing to me…sometimes. In one ear, out the other. I don't care if you're trying to help me. I will NEVER see it that way. Your words are just words. You're trying to make me sad with words? Only then will they work. My words make me sad already though, so don't bother trying. Your words are just words.. But why do I think mine are the truth? I thought words were just words… Until you tried to help.

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Mar 9, 2014

Mar 9, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC

Words

Your words are just words. They mean nothing to me…sometimes. In one ear, out the other. I don't care if you're trying to help me. I will NEVER see it that way. Your words are just words. You're trying to make me sad with words? Only then will they work. My words make me sad already though, so don't bother trying. Your words are just words.. But why do I think mine are the truth? I thought words were just words… Until you tried to help.

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