sarah-carlson - Hello Poetry

Oh, Sunrise and Sunset! He is very close In such a way that is far Made of the same substance Will time matter so much? For like the nun’s and their piety I have devotion, do you? He could paint my lips red – Color that the sunrise bled And an orange fog Thus, I’ll be not as dark Tonight, we will not meet! Alas, the sunrise is haunted He is surrounded by eyes – Once closed after sunset Like a sprite hiding in a Lilly I hide for the sunrise An inevitable loss

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Dec 13, 2022

Dec 13, 2022 at 9:17 PM UTC

Sunrise and Sunset

Oh, Sunrise and Sunset! He is very close In such a way that is far Made of the same substance Will time matter so much? For like the nun’s and their piety I have devotion, do you? He could paint my lips red – Color that the sunrise bled And an orange fog Thus, I’ll be not as dark Tonight, we will not meet! Alas, the sunrise is haunted He is surrounded by eyes – Once closed after sunset Like a sprite hiding in a Lilly I hide for the sunrise An inevitable loss

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Cease, oh, cease thou foul play that words sickly and sweet fell And his hazel eyes, loving like sunrise on a cold day, Colors that will mislead and mix into gray; But our lips come together to keep us sane, Sealing an unknown, maybe in vain Moan, oh, moan in sorrow Which thy stone heart cracks a slight, On to the next stone for hope of tomorrow It is her duty to mend not borrow; But first think of him in kind Lust will one day leave us blind

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Nov 21, 2022

Nov 21, 2022 at 1:17 PM UTC

Winter Love

Cease, oh, cease thou foul play that words sickly and sweet fell And his hazel eyes, loving like sunrise on a cold day, Colors that will mislead and mix into gray; But our lips come together to keep us sane, Sealing an unknown, maybe in vain Moan, oh, moan in sorrow Which thy stone heart cracks a slight, On to the next stone for hope of tomorrow It is her duty to mend not borrow; But first think of him in kind Lust will one day leave us blind

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It all started when I was seven after making a decision to eat eight apples with the core It made me weak and my stomach lurch, leading ultimately to ***** all over the floor That urge showed up again not long after when I decided to runaway alone I got picked up and brought to a place that one could call a dead zone If I had any sense it was lost tens years past My life is simple, until it’s not and then it’s a nice contrast If I spill beet juice on the sheets it turns into mess that wounds his heart When he bleeds on the sheets it doesn't resemble the juice, and a mess is now art It all started with a knife and an apple to slice, a waiting voice to persuade My stomach churned while the hand twitched causing me to miss, but he met my blade Such a sweet fruit Such a sweet life Will it stain my knife?

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Jan 21, 2022

Jan 21, 2022 at 10:10 AM UTC

Will it stain?

It all started when I was seven after making a decision to eat eight apples with the core It made me weak and my stomach lurch, leading ultimately to ***** all over the floor That urge showed up again not long after when I decided to runaway alone I got picked up and brought to a place that one could call a dead zone If I had any sense it was lost tens years past My life is simple, until it’s not and then it’s a nice contrast If I spill beet juice on the sheets it turns into mess that wounds his heart When he bleeds on the sheets it doesn't resemble the juice, and a mess is now art It all started with a knife and an apple to slice, a waiting voice to persuade My stomach churned while the hand twitched causing me to miss, but he met my blade Such a sweet fruit Such a sweet life Will it stain my knife?

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Tears choked back, held in, and were locked deep inside Chest cavity opened to an emptiness that couldn't subside Slippery oil dark and thick took its root in my core A sickness of the pain that I couldn't hold in anymore It leaked out like dark thoughts into my gut and made me nauseous If I had know the results of my control I would have been more cautious Cautious in the way of never letting go and hiding behind the lie I would have lived more in a way of freedom and flying high Instead of quick sand always making me sink and crawl I would have picked a cliff with a beautiful waterfall When my body would fall forward my soul would be wiped clean At least I know I would've died to a wonderful scene

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Jan 16, 2022

Jan 16, 2022 at 8:26 AM UTC

Sickness

Tears choked back, held in, and were locked deep inside Chest cavity opened to an emptiness that couldn't subside Slippery oil dark and thick took its root in my core A sickness of the pain that I couldn't hold in anymore It leaked out like dark thoughts into my gut and made me nauseous If I had know the results of my control I would have been more cautious Cautious in the way of never letting go and hiding behind the lie I would have lived more in a way of freedom and flying high Instead of quick sand always making me sink and crawl I would have picked a cliff with a beautiful waterfall When my body would fall forward my soul would be wiped clean At least I know I would've died to a wonderful scene

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The moth headed toward the sun I watched him silently for a little fun I had thought maybe if I muted the light Then his death wouldn't be in my line of sight I thought that maybe I could capture him then he wouldn't burn in this world so full of sun and sin I continued to dream and watch the creature fly in a haste He bled out luck and gave it away, I was tempted for a taste I was so tempted to form a prison for him in my hands, hoping to live a life with one so lucky for others but so unlucky with no way of coping I reached out to to touch the white wing, only for it to turn to dust upon my caress were we not meant to be, or was the sun in my heart too much or too less? So addicted we were, light and a plain moth that couldn't resist the flame I wonder if I was too hot for the man, or maybe the all pain inside of me was too much of a shame The moth was headed toward the sun but dispersed before he could truly appreciate its love I was fire and tried to capture him, but I have always burned when push comes to shove.

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Jan 15, 2022

Jan 15, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC

He's so far

The moth headed toward the sun I watched him silently for a little fun I had thought maybe if I muted the light Then his death wouldn't be in my line of sight I thought that maybe I could capture him then he wouldn't burn in this world so full of sun and sin I continued to dream and watch the creature fly in a haste He bled out luck and gave it away, I was tempted for a taste I was so tempted to form a prison for him in my hands, hoping to live a life with one so lucky for others but so unlucky with no way of coping I reached out to to touch the white wing, only for it to turn to dust upon my caress were we not meant to be, or was the sun in my heart too much or too less? So addicted we were, light and a plain moth that couldn't resist the flame I wonder if I was too hot for the man, or maybe the all pain inside of me was too much of a shame The moth was headed toward the sun but dispersed before he could truly appreciate its love I was fire and tried to capture him, but I have always burned when push comes to shove.

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I had a dream where you didn't leave Held you close, tight, right next to me Your eyes did shine and my heart wasn't sore Looking at me with love like you did before Told me you'd be here till the end of time Kissing you close not recognizing a lie Go Just go Fade away like this dream Nothing is ever what it seems We will never be When I wake reality is harsh to a dreamer Dose of cold air delivered by a schemer Showed me the side of him that made me fall Left me with the side of him he never showed at all Though he's gone, he stays Showing up in my dreams day after day Go Just go Fade away from my mind If only I could turn back time Then you'd be mine I need you gone, need you to leave For once I just beg for peace Stop smiling at me at night Just stop making my heart want something that isn't right It's unhealthy to ache for something that can't be fixed Tired of missing someone that shouldn't be missed So go Please go Fade away from my heart I can't take this constant reminder that we are apart I need a new start

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Jan 6, 2022

Jan 6, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC

Haunted

I had a dream where you didn't leave Held you close, tight, right next to me Your eyes did shine and my heart wasn't sore Looking at me with love like you did before Told me you'd be here till the end of time Kissing you close not recognizing a lie Go Just go Fade away like this dream Nothing is ever what it seems We will never be When I wake reality is harsh to a dreamer Dose of cold air delivered by a schemer Showed me the side of him that made me fall Left me with the side of him he never showed at all Though he's gone, he stays Showing up in my dreams day after day Go Just go Fade away from my mind If only I could turn back time Then you'd be mine I need you gone, need you to leave For once I just beg for peace Stop smiling at me at night Just stop making my heart want something that isn't right It's unhealthy to ache for something that can't be fixed Tired of missing someone that shouldn't be missed So go Please go Fade away from my heart I can't take this constant reminder that we are apart I need a new start

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Limbs stretch out and droop downwards in warning The wind whistles and shrieks in a desperate yearning Leaves are hiding in the dirt The earth seems to always fall short Humanity is taking without a sound Knees are padded by the wet ground The dirt under bare feet is a red sand It burns in my cracked hands Seeping through my hold like a useless thought I was thankful for the chaos the rain brought Droplets hits the impenetrable dirt and still remain on the surface I am nothing but stillness on my knees waiting to drown, accepting my life purpose I once loved a willow tree so full life She died waiting for me, and my love was a knife I took all that was offered; I stripped her of her clothing I thought for sure my love would fill her with loathing Her limbs lost it's skin and twisted in sadness But my willow did not leave me alone in my madness So selfless my dead willow is on this dying land She gives and gives to this broken man Giving it all to my begging body and empty word Save me when the water gets to high and my begs are no longer heard

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Dec 26, 2021

Dec 26, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC

Useless

Limbs stretch out and droop downwards in warning The wind whistles and shrieks in a desperate yearning Leaves are hiding in the dirt The earth seems to always fall short Humanity is taking without a sound Knees are padded by the wet ground The dirt under bare feet is a red sand It burns in my cracked hands Seeping through my hold like a useless thought I was thankful for the chaos the rain brought Droplets hits the impenetrable dirt and still remain on the surface I am nothing but stillness on my knees waiting to drown, accepting my life purpose I once loved a willow tree so full life She died waiting for me, and my love was a knife I took all that was offered; I stripped her of her clothing I thought for sure my love would fill her with loathing Her limbs lost it's skin and twisted in sadness But my willow did not leave me alone in my madness So selfless my dead willow is on this dying land She gives and gives to this broken man Giving it all to my begging body and empty word Save me when the water gets to high and my begs are no longer heard

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Squeezing and contracting Breathing and relaxing Slap me hard so my eyes open wide If your mouth is so big, in who do I confide? Something about our encounter is disturbing Ripping and tearing Eating and sharing My heart is fatty, so don't enjoy it too much If your incisors are pointy, how do I touch? My disappearance will surely be preturbing Screaming and moaning Digging and burning The match is wet, find a new way to light me This grave is too shallow, won't they see? Will I be indebted to you in death? Stuttering and silence Running and violence Burning body is thin and kneeling before him On my knees like a good girl, is this a sin? Hangman loves to steal my breath

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Dec 24, 2021

Dec 24, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC

Hangman is Coming

Squeezing and contracting Breathing and relaxing Slap me hard so my eyes open wide If your mouth is so big, in who do I confide? Something about our encounter is disturbing Ripping and tearing Eating and sharing My heart is fatty, so don't enjoy it too much If your incisors are pointy, how do I touch? My disappearance will surely be preturbing Screaming and moaning Digging and burning The match is wet, find a new way to light me This grave is too shallow, won't they see? Will I be indebted to you in death? Stuttering and silence Running and violence Burning body is thin and kneeling before him On my knees like a good girl, is this a sin? Hangman loves to steal my breath

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Today I gazed upon nature with closed eyes I discovered where true happiness lies The gentle rustle of a soft breeze How the critters taunt and tease My tense body wanted to realx and be brave To become as at peace and as still as the trees is something I crave

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Dec 18, 2021

Dec 18, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC

Discovery Trail

Today I gazed upon nature with closed eyes I discovered where true happiness lies The gentle rustle of a soft breeze How the critters taunt and tease My tense body wanted to realx and be brave To become as at peace and as still as the trees is something I crave

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