sydni-maren - Hello Poetry

I remember the way the ice looked on the street that night. The dullness of poorly lit lights paired with too much Seagrams 7 made it shine just enough to mesmerize sunken eyes. Mine. Just enough to convince you to stay. Just enough it convinced me to stay. Again, In the home I couldn't seem to escape. Didn’t want to escape. Back inside, dodging objects to stay alive. Different sizes, different aims. It was not just a game. The monster I somehow loved, dragging me away from all that is and was real. I thought he was real. The same monster who didn't love me, slipping away, in that cold house, on that icy street. To be in love and to be loved are far from the same, like you and me. Get away, Before the ice is really the one to blame.

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC

sydni-maren

Blame

I remember the way the ice looked on the street that night. The dullness of poorly lit lights paired with too much Seagrams 7 made it shine just enough to mesmerize sunken eyes. Mine. Just enough to convince you to stay. Just enough it convinced me to stay. Again, In the home I couldn't seem to escape. Didn’t want to escape. Back inside, dodging objects to stay alive. Different sizes, different aims. It was not just a game. The monster I somehow loved, dragging me away from all that is and was real. I thought he was real. The same monster who didn't love me, slipping away, in that cold house, on that icy street. To be in love and to be loved are far from the same, like you and me. Get away, Before the ice is really the one to blame.

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Do you ever wonder what it’s like To hear the gunshots at night Rounds and rounds and rounds You still can’t put it down. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To leave a world you’ve always known To come back with no one home To be alive but all alone. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To continue to pretend that you’re alright To wonder why you fought that fight To look at life through bloodshot eyes. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To be a hero in disguise Because you can’t enjoy this life Because this world is not the same Because maybe you are the one to blame. You are not the one to blame. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To sit in guilt and shame When you were told to play the game Defending a Country that has no name.

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC

sydni-maren

Do you ever wonder what it’s like

Do you ever wonder what it’s like To hear the gunshots at night Rounds and rounds and rounds You still can’t put it down. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To leave a world you’ve always known To come back with no one home To be alive but all alone. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To continue to pretend that you’re alright To wonder why you fought that fight To look at life through bloodshot eyes. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To be a hero in disguise Because you can’t enjoy this life Because this world is not the same Because maybe you are the one to blame. You are not the one to blame. Do you ever wonder what it’s like To sit in guilt and shame When you were told to play the game Defending a Country that has no name.

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I remember the way the ice looked on your street that night. The dullness of poorly lit Christmas lights paired with too much Seagrams 7 made the ice shine just enough to see it sparkle. Just enough to convince you to stay. Just enough it convinced me to stay in the home I couldn't seem to escape with the monster I somehow loved. The monster who didn't love me In that cold house On that icy street. I remember the way the ice looked In your eyes When I told you goodbye

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC

sydni-maren

I remember

I remember the way the ice looked on your street that night. The dullness of poorly lit Christmas lights paired with too much Seagrams 7 made the ice shine just enough to see it sparkle. Just enough to convince you to stay. Just enough it convinced me to stay in the home I couldn't seem to escape with the monster I somehow loved. The monster who didn't love me In that cold house On that icy street. I remember the way the ice looked In your eyes When I told you goodbye

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You Your light blue eyes that resemble your fathers and like mine, never want to rest Your thick, golden hair that bounces with every move you make Your imagination that is wilder than any children's book Your big feet that stomp around the house and chase the monsters away Your fingers that so often open the refrigerator for that last piece of cheese Your strong legs that never stop kicking, running, walking, moving Your arms, the way they sway as you watch your favorite show, the way they hug and wrap around my legs as I drop you off at daycare, not wanting to let go I don’t want to let go Your mind, constantly wondering, constantly thinking and scheming, and growing each and every day Your voice, the most amazing sound I have ever heard, even in the middle of the night when you should be fast asleep “mama” is what I hear and “mama” is what you made me and “mama” I am proud to be. You, Liam Hugh, Age 2

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC

sydni-maren

You

You Your light blue eyes that resemble your fathers and like mine, never want to rest Your thick, golden hair that bounces with every move you make Your imagination that is wilder than any children's book Your big feet that stomp around the house and chase the monsters away Your fingers that so often open the refrigerator for that last piece of cheese Your strong legs that never stop kicking, running, walking, moving Your arms, the way they sway as you watch your favorite show, the way they hug and wrap around my legs as I drop you off at daycare, not wanting to let go I don’t want to let go Your mind, constantly wondering, constantly thinking and scheming, and growing each and every day Your voice, the most amazing sound I have ever heard, even in the middle of the night when you should be fast asleep “mama” is what I hear and “mama” is what you made me and “mama” I am proud to be. You, Liam Hugh, Age 2

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I didn't ask for it Maybe I would have denied it I will never know now I didn't know then. 21 with a couple false friends On the road to euphoria- So I thought until The ice hit my brain. It was the first time Not the last time Maybe I would have denied it I will never know now What I didn't know then.

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC

sydni-maren

I didn’t ask for it

I didn't ask for it Maybe I would have denied it I will never know now I didn't know then. 21 with a couple false friends On the road to euphoria- So I thought until The ice hit my brain. It was the first time Not the last time Maybe I would have denied it I will never know now What I didn't know then.

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