scarlett-riel - Hello Poetry

They watch my lavish fall Hungrily Lips gnashing together Grinding teeth in anticipation Its the only sound I hear As I slip through the abyss I blame them partly With their eyes scanning upwards Fixated on the throne Waiting for the day They’ll look down on the rest of us Now today has arrived And they marvel in what I’ve become What I've lost Who am I now Surely not this creature Cracked mask on a sunken ship Blood streams from my temples Tormenting thoughts cannot be contained In the mere encompass of my mind They hug the curve of my cheekbones And slip on my lower lip Inviting me to speak them Inviting me to scream them All while the parasite keeps digging Tunnelling deeper and deeper Up the underbelly of my wrist

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Apr 27, 2020

Apr 27, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC

Lavish

They watch my lavish fall Hungrily Lips gnashing together Grinding teeth in anticipation Its the only sound I hear As I slip through the abyss I blame them partly With their eyes scanning upwards Fixated on the throne Waiting for the day They’ll look down on the rest of us Now today has arrived And they marvel in what I’ve become What I've lost Who am I now Surely not this creature Cracked mask on a sunken ship Blood streams from my temples Tormenting thoughts cannot be contained In the mere encompass of my mind They hug the curve of my cheekbones And slip on my lower lip Inviting me to speak them Inviting me to scream them All while the parasite keeps digging Tunnelling deeper and deeper Up the underbelly of my wrist

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Marinated in pain I’m covered in it I sway to one side And it streams down my chest Catching in the nook of my breast The liquid spreads My body becoming a riverbed I can barely glimpse The underbelly of my wrist The source The swell Where anguish has pooled It took only two bandages To have them fooled Emptiness envelops me My body is drained Only the dripping of my wrist Keeps me awake When will it end When will your haunting cease Inside, there's nothing left Nothing but my second skin The pain i've been marinated in

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Apr 27, 2020

Apr 27, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC

marinated

Marinated in pain I’m covered in it I sway to one side And it streams down my chest Catching in the nook of my breast The liquid spreads My body becoming a riverbed I can barely glimpse The underbelly of my wrist The source The swell Where anguish has pooled It took only two bandages To have them fooled Emptiness envelops me My body is drained Only the dripping of my wrist Keeps me awake When will it end When will your haunting cease Inside, there's nothing left Nothing but my second skin The pain i've been marinated in

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Time spent with you is like a novel, each day a new page Memories linger on past lines I re-read them when I think of you Some parts make me laugh out loud Others, I blush and grin Until I stop and think of what could of been if you weren’t so far away.... But that doesn’t matter This book keeps ongoing unfolding continuing...it’s unfinished and I want to keep it that way I won’t let distance break it’s binding I won’t let it’s pages fall apart, the same ones I fought so hard to keep I don’t want “us” to become just another book on my self where I’ve reached the final chapter. But our love becomes stronger This novel of ours becomes longer So there’s no pretending.... I hope this book is never-ending

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Dec 23, 2017

Dec 23, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC

For R

Time spent with you is like a novel, each day a new page Memories linger on past lines I re-read them when I think of you Some parts make me laugh out loud Others, I blush and grin Until I stop and think of what could of been if you weren’t so far away.... But that doesn’t matter This book keeps ongoing unfolding continuing...it’s unfinished and I want to keep it that way I won’t let distance break it’s binding I won’t let it’s pages fall apart, the same ones I fought so hard to keep I don’t want “us” to become just another book on my self where I’ve reached the final chapter. But our love becomes stronger This novel of ours becomes longer So there’s no pretending.... I hope this book is never-ending

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I got my room painted today; my old walls were scarred, chipped, worn...memories But the past is in the past, the paint has already dried. So why can't I forget? Why can I still hear them, the memories echoing through the room like restless spirits. I just have one question, if I peeled back a coat or two, would the scars beam with pride? And would the walls still bear the scars proudly? I guess a new coat will be good.... still underneath the glaze of perfection, the scars are still hiding and the walls are still whispering... Yet I will remember, only me

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Dec 7, 2015

Dec 7, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC

Trapped Between Layers of Paint

I got my room painted today; my old walls were scarred, chipped, worn...memories But the past is in the past, the paint has already dried. So why can't I forget? Why can I still hear them, the memories echoing through the room like restless spirits. I just have one question, if I peeled back a coat or two, would the scars beam with pride? And would the walls still bear the scars proudly? I guess a new coat will be good.... still underneath the glaze of perfection, the scars are still hiding and the walls are still whispering... Yet I will remember, only me

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Mother always said that the beautiful ones were the most broken But maybe the broken ones are the most beautiful..

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Sep 27, 2015

Sep 27, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC

Broken Beauty

Mother always said that the beautiful ones were the most broken But maybe the broken ones are the most beautiful..

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I am trapped and he is free, envy blossoms within thy. I can't breathe, suffocation is near, he cries tear a tear. I stretched my arm through the iron bars. I touched him only for a second but it left scars. What is my life worth when I am trapped and he is free? Me and him can never be.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC

Longing To Be Free

I am trapped and he is free, envy blossoms within thy. I can't breathe, suffocation is near, he cries tear a tear. I stretched my arm through the iron bars. I touched him only for a second but it left scars. What is my life worth when I am trapped and he is free? Me and him can never be.

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I close my eyes I can't bear to face the mirror again The haunting anguish echos through me It invades and penetrates this shell of myself until it threatens my existence I don't have the strength to face it, to end it or finish it.... Instead I mask the flames of torment Instead I condemn the pain that shouldn't exist in my brown eyes, The window that reflect it, and hide it among the depths of my forgotten soul Hoping that no one will glimpse its horrors I compose myself, yet it follows me like a shadow It waits The monster isn't finished with me yet

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC

The Monster In Me

I close my eyes I can't bear to face the mirror again The haunting anguish echos through me It invades and penetrates this shell of myself until it threatens my existence I don't have the strength to face it, to end it or finish it.... Instead I mask the flames of torment Instead I condemn the pain that shouldn't exist in my brown eyes, The window that reflect it, and hide it among the depths of my forgotten soul Hoping that no one will glimpse its horrors I compose myself, yet it follows me like a shadow It waits The monster isn't finished with me yet

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She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades. A game of cards, a hand of spades. One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight. The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep. Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose? The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist..... I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC

Two Shades Of Blue

She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades. A game of cards, a hand of spades. One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight. The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep. Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose? The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist..... I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.

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