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sydney-rianne-bouldin
sydney-rianne-bouldin
American I write because words build up, and explosions aren't really my thing.
He gazed in her direction, She was dead and he was left alone. Alone, on this planet without a friend, a home, and now a mother. But he could never say these things aloud. but he yelled them at her in his mind, And with that silent voice hoarse, A soft cry pierced his thoughts.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Soft Cries
Red seared my soul and blossomed throughout my body as I first saw you. Breathing was labored as I remembered I needed to exhale. White light flashed, I knew you saw into me. Like no one I'd seen before, both of us transparent we be. Intertwined while being isolated entities. Red burst thorough our bodies as I saw into you. Lust knows not who and not when. But connects through the red framed windows of our souls.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
Searing
Cradle the child, Loving arms, Cast light, On innocence. Kept once, Within, Now graced With his presence. Earthly child, Heavenly father. Bear no absence. Love one another. Having but one, Means no matter When the one you have, Loves forever.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
For Lauren, and Baby
On the left, I see the bent frame Around your face, crooked on the wall. Turned back right, A lonely flower Swayed in a vase, on the cracked windowsill. We both, seem to see. The same thing Each way we look. So far, I can tell Being still, is still the wrong direction. Walk along, walk with me. We will go until we see a fork again.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Direction
Laying in bed. Four minutes past midnight. Don’t know anything for sure, But I **** sure know too much.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Up Late Again
She sat in the corner, As they sat at the table. They laughed, And she could see. She cried aloud, Their laughter grew louder, Hate grew within her, They had no souls. She wailed at them, Screaming when, just when, would it stop. Never , Because they weren't real, There was no table. She sat alone, With herself. She gazed past the chair, That she had forgotten. Was even there.After she kicked it, from under her feet.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
The Chair
Lull me sleep, You shadowy hushaby. Cradle me in the cold. Stroke my hair, whispers. Sing to me, Dark cloud, Lay me down, To rest, its coming. Play for me, Sweet devil, Burdens, have their chains. In time, you tell. Suffer no more, My children. Be at one with the earth. Down deep, it's gone.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Lull of Burdens
I feel four steps, Down a steep hallways that is six. With a shadow on my back and hole in my chest. Breathing is labored, Don't care about the dizziness anymore. Face names no emotion. Hands don't feel the walls. As I just stood. No need to move, no where to even go. Just nothingness. With nothing going right, and absolutely nothing wrong. I felt the shame. Of utter solitude.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
Just, Nothingness
Isn't it magnificent, That the purest of joy. And the most evil of hate. Are just combinations, of the same thing That every good deed, and every bad. Has been just a random mix, of this set? That every novel, every conversation, every poem. Is just a pattern, Within a limitation. That giving thanks and throwing a curse. Are only seperated by a special sequence. Of the same letters. Think how a change, in the blueprints of words Make them sharp as a knife. Or warm as an embrace. Everything is made with only 26 letters
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
26 Letters
When you lay down And your phone falls And literally tackles your face. I feel as though technology. Places a point on it side For us thinking we have controlled Every advancement. Its not a coincidence, Its a slow, groveling battle cry
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Its No Coincidence