tansc - Hello Poetry

Upon the midnight sky lies a bright star. The gleam creating my perfect contour along The marble headstone like a perfectly placed scar. Meshing into the headstone, I felt like I belonged. The strong stone resisting it's wear, But my tears broke into the cracks Making death's mark fill with air As the elixir of life delved deep into evil's lair. I longed for your hand to protrude from the darkness, To graze the hollows of my face The sweet poisonous aroma and paleness Of decay makes me long for your embrace Six feet under before your immaculate glass coffin, Our bodies are under pressure; my kisses fading. Thy lips growing whiter with rejection. Ice piercing my hear, and affection degrading. My skin fragile as porcelain and translucent with death. My tears glistening in the darkness on your skin. My blood reviving your wounds my dearest Annabeth. My cries muffled by the punishment of sin. I prayed for your breath to again leave shivers upon my neck. But, I've killed you once before. Now, my coffin has been made, and I laid to rest.

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Mar 7, 2025

Mar 7, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC

Dearest

Upon the midnight sky lies a bright star. The gleam creating my perfect contour along The marble headstone like a perfectly placed scar. Meshing into the headstone, I felt like I belonged. The strong stone resisting it's wear, But my tears broke into the cracks Making death's mark fill with air As the elixir of life delved deep into evil's lair. I longed for your hand to protrude from the darkness, To graze the hollows of my face The sweet poisonous aroma and paleness Of decay makes me long for your embrace Six feet under before your immaculate glass coffin, Our bodies are under pressure; my kisses fading. Thy lips growing whiter with rejection. Ice piercing my hear, and affection degrading. My skin fragile as porcelain and translucent with death. My tears glistening in the darkness on your skin. My blood reviving your wounds my dearest Annabeth. My cries muffled by the punishment of sin. I prayed for your breath to again leave shivers upon my neck. But, I've killed you once before. Now, my coffin has been made, and I laid to rest.

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My love for you fills the expanse of these mountains Through the valleys to The bottom of their rivers to The highest peaks brushing the skies and Splitting through clouds to Flooding every stream and Passing through the undergrowth to Nurture the trees and Creating forests and Filling the air Intoxicatingly and powerful to Carving paths that will always Lead me back to you.

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Nov 18, 2024

Nov 18, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC

Back to you

My love for you fills the expanse of these mountains Through the valleys to The bottom of their rivers to The highest peaks brushing the skies and Splitting through clouds to Flooding every stream and Passing through the undergrowth to Nurture the trees and Creating forests and Filling the air Intoxicatingly and powerful to Carving paths that will always Lead me back to you.

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I'd trade every monetary aspiration for the certainty I have and will spend every moment possible loving those I cannot live without In the end everything will remain here, but the love and spirit of longing for those who we wish to hold, is forever. The fear of love lost is stronger than the fear of other's perception of who I could have been Take everything And I will still be left with the air in my lungs that keeps me alive for another day Only to feel the ache in my chest from living to love you.

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Nov 12, 2024

Nov 12, 2024 at 5:57 AM UTC

Take Everything

I'd trade every monetary aspiration for the certainty I have and will spend every moment possible loving those I cannot live without In the end everything will remain here, but the love and spirit of longing for those who we wish to hold, is forever. The fear of love lost is stronger than the fear of other's perception of who I could have been Take everything And I will still be left with the air in my lungs that keeps me alive for another day Only to feel the ache in my chest from living to love you.

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Just tell me one thing When you decided to hurt me did you still love me? And if you didn't, when you finally figured that out why didn't you trust me enough to tell me? Did the foundation of trust implode along with our relationship? If there couldn't be love couldn't there still be respect? Well I know there couldn't be love But could there have been less disdain? And since there was no longer trust, Couldn't you at least assume most of the blame?

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Nov 7, 2024

Nov 7, 2024 at 6:43 PM UTC

Just Tell Me

Just tell me one thing When you decided to hurt me did you still love me? And if you didn't, when you finally figured that out why didn't you trust me enough to tell me? Did the foundation of trust implode along with our relationship? If there couldn't be love couldn't there still be respect? Well I know there couldn't be love But could there have been less disdain? And since there was no longer trust, Couldn't you at least assume most of the blame?

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I miss the fervor with which I used to write I miss the way words would dance in my mind until the perfect combination fell at my feet I miss knowing more than a few good cliches and metaphors I miss the desperation I had to explain every feeling, to describe every moment, to relish in something for longer than I experienced it because memory fades and I need the possibly exaggerated details to grasp onto I miss not feeling brain fatigue after writing two lines or reading a single chapter I miss the overwhelming desire to see my ideas come to life and become something other than a vision that will haunt me before I go to sleep and become lost in nightmares and lost hopes and reminders before I jump off the cliff jolting me awake just to be surrounded by complete darkness when I open my eyes just like the true ending to the fall I was just shy of landing

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Nov 7, 2024

Nov 7, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC

I Miss

I miss the fervor with which I used to write I miss the way words would dance in my mind until the perfect combination fell at my feet I miss knowing more than a few good cliches and metaphors I miss the desperation I had to explain every feeling, to describe every moment, to relish in something for longer than I experienced it because memory fades and I need the possibly exaggerated details to grasp onto I miss not feeling brain fatigue after writing two lines or reading a single chapter I miss the overwhelming desire to see my ideas come to life and become something other than a vision that will haunt me before I go to sleep and become lost in nightmares and lost hopes and reminders before I jump off the cliff jolting me awake just to be surrounded by complete darkness when I open my eyes just like the true ending to the fall I was just shy of landing

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Mouths gape Dragging nails Skin pulled My hands gripped over their thighs Skins melds around my hands Sweet pungent smell becomes bitter the longer it sits on their tongue Tasting more as I bite into their lip Chests rise and fall Tongue outreaching Grasp for warmth Their eyes begin to close Steam waning Failing to rise

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Oct 31, 2024

Oct 31, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC

Failing to Rise

Mouths gape Dragging nails Skin pulled My hands gripped over their thighs Skins melds around my hands Sweet pungent smell becomes bitter the longer it sits on their tongue Tasting more as I bite into their lip Chests rise and fall Tongue outreaching Grasp for warmth Their eyes begin to close Steam waning Failing to rise

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Once, he told me throw the egg at the tree. He pointed, “There,” and threw one himself. The egg weighed in my hand. Him waiting for me. I threw. Trust to him and fear off its shelf. Golden by birthright, his heart and his soul. He bloomed without boundaries; carefree perfection. He loved like a mother as if was his role. He hand built his world; to him a small action. Dreamt of him last night , it’s been a while Robins blue eggshell: color of his eyes They captured his mind and carelessness; fragile Forgot to count the cracks, weakened though wise. I should’ve grasped while others took their piece. His hair without color signaled withdrawal. I never made promises; free for release. But, I'd told him “Don’t worry I won't let you fall.” I picture the tree to which the eggs were thrown. Where he’d thrown his trust back and now hung alone.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC

Golden Boy

Once, he told me throw the egg at the tree. He pointed, “There,” and threw one himself. The egg weighed in my hand. Him waiting for me. I threw. Trust to him and fear off its shelf. Golden by birthright, his heart and his soul. He bloomed without boundaries; carefree perfection. He loved like a mother as if was his role. He hand built his world; to him a small action. Dreamt of him last night , it’s been a while Robins blue eggshell: color of his eyes They captured his mind and carelessness; fragile Forgot to count the cracks, weakened though wise. I should’ve grasped while others took their piece. His hair without color signaled withdrawal. I never made promises; free for release. But, I'd told him “Don’t worry I won't let you fall.” I picture the tree to which the eggs were thrown. Where he’d thrown his trust back and now hung alone.

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Sometimes you’re mentally just falling, and you need someone to hold onto you before you hit the ground.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 12:13 PM UTC

Falling

Sometimes you’re mentally just falling, and you need someone to hold onto you before you hit the ground.

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Kiss Iced lemon water Sweet burn bitter taste Side by side we walked the streets Secrecy unto my dreams Waiting for my love to turn on me Deferred from our path she pulls me aside The fun house Who knew what was inside Artificially preserved Halted in time Girls in blue tutus Hung over the walls Classical music An American in Paris Numbed the senses- the uncanny sublime Hall of mirrors Time to play Throw yourself over the line Close your eyes and pray Well lit doorway Nowhere to hide He's watching me “We have to leave” She went through the doorway and called for me On the street Star on dark night We forgot our destination now lost She trusted me Into the rain we ran Overhead shot Birds-eye view Who was watching me? We got a taxi, I was through Closed the door Told my directions I knew he could follow me This dream was over Would I be safe? He knelt down Put his arms around me I screamed He told me he loved me Wouldn’t let go To comfort or trap me I still wasn't sure Told me he loved me Should never have let go How did he know Says he's watched me before End my relationship Lock all the doors Hide and seek Likes playing games I woke up But jokes on me.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC

The Fun House

Kiss Iced lemon water Sweet burn bitter taste Side by side we walked the streets Secrecy unto my dreams Waiting for my love to turn on me Deferred from our path she pulls me aside The fun house Who knew what was inside Artificially preserved Halted in time Girls in blue tutus Hung over the walls Classical music An American in Paris Numbed the senses- the uncanny sublime Hall of mirrors Time to play Throw yourself over the line Close your eyes and pray Well lit doorway Nowhere to hide He's watching me “We have to leave” She went through the doorway and called for me On the street Star on dark night We forgot our destination now lost She trusted me Into the rain we ran Overhead shot Birds-eye view Who was watching me? We got a taxi, I was through Closed the door Told my directions I knew he could follow me This dream was over Would I be safe? He knelt down Put his arms around me I screamed He told me he loved me Wouldn’t let go To comfort or trap me I still wasn't sure Told me he loved me Should never have let go How did he know Says he's watched me before End my relationship Lock all the doors Hide and seek Likes playing games I woke up But jokes on me.

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Belladonna They called me enchantress Grown with light Sun prescribed Sweet berry blush Bite me Give you a deadly kiss Perfect rouge stained lips Related to Siren’s tune Pulled and consumed Got what you wanted Guess you didn’t expect To love or be loved I loved you to death.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 6:56 PM UTC

Nightshade

Belladonna They called me enchantress Grown with light Sun prescribed Sweet berry blush Bite me Give you a deadly kiss Perfect rouge stained lips Related to Siren’s tune Pulled and consumed Got what you wanted Guess you didn’t expect To love or be loved I loved you to death.

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