tessa-truam - Hello Poetry

A passionate breeze floats clouds across the sky, Away A single strand of brown hair falls from his scalp onto a cold linoleum floor, Away The clock ticks towards the right, Away Microscopic skin cells sprinkle that same floor when you try to scrape the pain, Away  A cracked voice bleeding from torn vocal chords,  Like the flowers we picked, away, to see if he still loved us, anyway. Sways Away  The smoke rolls  Away  The bar scrolls  Away  The ashes go  Away  She goes  "Away"  It all goes  "Away” You think you're escaping, but where does it go? Away?

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

tessa-truam

Away

A passionate breeze floats clouds across the sky, Away A single strand of brown hair falls from his scalp onto a cold linoleum floor, Away The clock ticks towards the right, Away Microscopic skin cells sprinkle that same floor when you try to scrape the pain, Away  A cracked voice bleeding from torn vocal chords,  Like the flowers we picked, away, to see if he still loved us, anyway. Sways Away  The smoke rolls  Away  The bar scrolls  Away  The ashes go  Away  She goes  "Away"  It all goes  "Away” You think you're escaping, but where does it go? Away?

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There's still crumbs of you I can't brush off my bedsheets.

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC

tessa-truam

11 Word Poem

There's still crumbs of you I can't brush off my bedsheets.

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the fire in my eyes, ceases except in the light of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever plump sanguine lips glossed over in the saliva of guys i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies to taste the lips of "lovers" an ego boost a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings covered in ***** of those who are not smart enough to see when something is fake like a mad medusa witch i understand now why some women took the hand of evil but the angel inside me breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore and the devil will not walk out the door so i'll hurt myself instead with a bullet to my head a splash of colour and i'm dead with real wings instead

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC

tessa-truam

this will scare a tweleve year old

the fire in my eyes, ceases except in the light of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever plump sanguine lips glossed over in the saliva of guys i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies to taste the lips of "lovers" an ego boost a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings covered in ***** of those who are not smart enough to see when something is fake like a mad medusa witch i understand now why some women took the hand of evil but the angel inside me breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore and the devil will not walk out the door so i'll hurt myself instead with a bullet to my head a splash of colour and i'm dead with real wings instead

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I let myself die and now I pay the price I killed myself although not in body in body all the same I killed myself with sad songs and memories of you with sad sad sad thoughts and bad decisions the true things that **** you with slashes and black and white images with cigarette burns and strands of hair on the floor with closed shades and closed doors with a caked face and unwashed clothing with fingers down my throat and an empty stomach with thoughts of bridges, and guns, and pills, and blades, and ropes, and buildings with attempts at bridges, and pills, and blades, and almost buildings with hospital visits and fake smiles with crying spells and nights spent curled up into a ball on the floor i could have been more (and now i pay the price) sorry father, your little girl is gone

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Jun 30, 2013

Jun 30, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC

tessa-truam

suicide

I let myself die and now I pay the price I killed myself although not in body in body all the same I killed myself with sad songs and memories of you with sad sad sad thoughts and bad decisions the true things that **** you with slashes and black and white images with cigarette burns and strands of hair on the floor with closed shades and closed doors with a caked face and unwashed clothing with fingers down my throat and an empty stomach with thoughts of bridges, and guns, and pills, and blades, and ropes, and buildings with attempts at bridges, and pills, and blades, and almost buildings with hospital visits and fake smiles with crying spells and nights spent curled up into a ball on the floor i could have been more (and now i pay the price) sorry father, your little girl is gone

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