shelby-murray - Hello Poetry

This place is haunted, whatever lives here will ne- ver rest. All our dreams fall down a wishing well to the place that does not sleep. I am long dead, a floating, empty vessel. I am not alone. I will never wake nor close my red eyes because my friends and I stay here, always, forever in the house that never rests.

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC

A Haunted House

This place is haunted, whatever lives here will ne- ver rest. All our dreams fall down a wishing well to the place that does not sleep. I am long dead, a floating, empty vessel. I am not alone. I will never wake nor close my red eyes because my friends and I stay here, always, forever in the house that never rests.

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Witches, ghosts, and dark Asylums left with empty Conclusions. Death and Rebirth bring about New horizons. Skylines stained With blood and cobwebs. I'll adorn my best Black gown and windex my tomb- Stone. I shall leave this Haunted, tormented place and Seek love from the dead.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC

A Dark Night and a Dark Show

Witches, ghosts, and dark Asylums left with empty Conclusions. Death and Rebirth bring about New horizons. Skylines stained With blood and cobwebs. I'll adorn my best Black gown and windex my tomb- Stone. I shall leave this Haunted, tormented place and Seek love from the dead.

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I develop a serious ******* headache thinking about you. I'm absolutely empty. My petals are gone. I doubt they'll return.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC

A Headache

I develop a serious ******* headache thinking about you. I'm absolutely empty. My petals are gone. I doubt they'll return.

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If you sing and play Your golden harp, I'll strum at My shaking heart strings. Use your turquoise bow And your amethyst arrows To strike my hurt heart. Shower us both in A wispy smoke of sage and Deep, rich lavender. We can sit and laugh While we count the crystals in Our eyes together. Just use the painted Melody in my coloured And growing spirit. Let us nest upon The clouds and soak in the sun Through the long, warm days. We can dance on the Falling stars and the comets When the moon arrives. Please, continue to Sing your dreamy songs; I will Always listen for your Harp.

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Jan 29, 2014

Jan 29, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC

Your Song and my Colourful Soul

If you sing and play Your golden harp, I'll strum at My shaking heart strings. Use your turquoise bow And your amethyst arrows To strike my hurt heart. Shower us both in A wispy smoke of sage and Deep, rich lavender. We can sit and laugh While we count the crystals in Our eyes together. Just use the painted Melody in my coloured And growing spirit. Let us nest upon The clouds and soak in the sun Through the long, warm days. We can dance on the Falling stars and the comets When the moon arrives. Please, continue to Sing your dreamy songs; I will Always listen for your Harp.

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You are far, far a- Way from me. You dance on the Sun and sing melo- Dies within the stars. I fall asleep to your con- Stant songs about love.

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Jan 25, 2014

Jan 25, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

Looking to the Skies

You are far, far a- Way from me. You dance on the Sun and sing melo- Dies within the stars. I fall asleep to your con- Stant songs about love.

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Your small, fragile, Broken face will be carved in My mind forever.

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Jan 9, 2014

Jan 9, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC

Passing On

Your small, fragile, Broken face will be carved in My mind forever.

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The coldness consumes Me in it's large, sharp cocoon. I'm swallowed by it. By the hard, crushing Tragedy. I don't know what To do to make it Stop.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC

Did you hear?

The coldness consumes Me in it's large, sharp cocoon. I'm swallowed by it. By the hard, crushing Tragedy. I don't know what To do to make it Stop.

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These next few hours will prove whether or not I can handle what comes next.

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC

School Tomorrow

These next few hours will prove whether or not I can handle what comes next.

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I haven't looked out the window in some time. I wonder what's out there... This isn't a joke. I used to look out it all the time; now I don't know what lies beyond the pane. Is it different? Or have I just changed? If I decide not to look will I be happy with my decision? Or will I be sad, tortured about what lies be- yond my window pane?

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Jan 4, 2014

Jan 4, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC

The Window in my Room

I haven't looked out the window in some time. I wonder what's out there... This isn't a joke. I used to look out it all the time; now I don't know what lies beyond the pane. Is it different? Or have I just changed? If I decide not to look will I be happy with my decision? Or will I be sad, tortured about what lies be- yond my window pane?

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The pang, pulse inside My chest warns me of the hours To come. I am so Anticipating What will happen to come next. I close my tired Eyes and envision The once dry grass now covered In a thick layer Of snow. But you still Manage to look the same. Just Like I left you. On The day we first met. A lump forms in my Throat and my lungs clench softly. I imagine your Small, smooth, forever lasting First kiss at midnight.

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Jan 2, 2014

Jan 2, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC

A Kiss at Midnight

The pang, pulse inside My chest warns me of the hours To come. I am so Anticipating What will happen to come next. I close my tired Eyes and envision The once dry grass now covered In a thick layer Of snow. But you still Manage to look the same. Just Like I left you. On The day we first met. A lump forms in my Throat and my lungs clench softly. I imagine your Small, smooth, forever lasting First kiss at midnight.

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