the-stray-kat - Hello Poetry

3D Dali, Lost in your eyes while I breathe in dragons blood. My lungs, Filled with, Hope, Faith, a need or something dumb. Purple stuck in a globe, God I know you want to be free. But we're all stuck in a cage, Where others think we should be. Girl on a postcard can you tell me, Why I sit here and pretend, Like we're all just make believe, In someone's twisted little head? But my pain, I think it's real. My feet crowded by the carpet, I feel. But who will tell us how to heal? Please, who will tell us how to heal?

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Sep 23, 2017

Sep 23, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC

The Nightstand

3D Dali, Lost in your eyes while I breathe in dragons blood. My lungs, Filled with, Hope, Faith, a need or something dumb. Purple stuck in a globe, God I know you want to be free. But we're all stuck in a cage, Where others think we should be. Girl on a postcard can you tell me, Why I sit here and pretend, Like we're all just make believe, In someone's twisted little head? But my pain, I think it's real. My feet crowded by the carpet, I feel. But who will tell us how to heal? Please, who will tell us how to heal?

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Always feel peace of mind, When I have you in my line of fire. Saw her standing all alone, Behind a black swivel throne. She's the queen, She's the queen, She's the queen. Of my desire. Mind control, Had she known, She wouldn't be under my spell. I keep her close, Under my nose. A heavy dose, Of a pearl from it's shell. She can't escape my desire. String you along, Around my neck. Call you up, So you don't forget - I show you off, I treat you well, So you can't say you miss your shell. You can't escape, Can't escape, Can't escape. My desire.

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Sep 23, 2017

Sep 23, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC

Pearl From It's Shell

Always feel peace of mind, When I have you in my line of fire. Saw her standing all alone, Behind a black swivel throne. She's the queen, She's the queen, She's the queen. Of my desire. Mind control, Had she known, She wouldn't be under my spell. I keep her close, Under my nose. A heavy dose, Of a pearl from it's shell. She can't escape my desire. String you along, Around my neck. Call you up, So you don't forget - I show you off, I treat you well, So you can't say you miss your shell. You can't escape, Can't escape, Can't escape. My desire.

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I hate the taste of bourbon, Feels too far from urban, It makes me think of home. Small talk, Small flock, Small minds. Art on my body, Unique or a hobby? "How will you feel when you're old?" I love being different, But not the feeling that comes with it, Being worn down by squares. I hate the taste of bourbon, It's almost disturbing, How badly I want to be alone in a crowd.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC

Dreaming To Be Different With Other Different People

I hate the taste of bourbon, Feels too far from urban, It makes me think of home. Small talk, Small flock, Small minds. Art on my body, Unique or a hobby? "How will you feel when you're old?" I love being different, But not the feeling that comes with it, Being worn down by squares. I hate the taste of bourbon, It's almost disturbing, How badly I want to be alone in a crowd.

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There used to be a boy that lived down the street, I thought I loved him when we ****** in the front seat. I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel sixteen. A few men later, felt sharp as a tack. I loved a man that said "I'd give you the shirt off my back". I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel eighteen. Then came a man with my mom's new last name, I escaped the final touch but not all the blame. He told me "you're not a kid anymore", Every day since I was twelve he did the math. I wish I didn't want to grow up before, I was only eighteen and a half.

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Aug 8, 2017

Aug 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC

Still Recovering 4 Years Later

There used to be a boy that lived down the street, I thought I loved him when we ****** in the front seat. I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel sixteen. A few men later, felt sharp as a tack. I loved a man that said "I'd give you the shirt off my back". I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel eighteen. Then came a man with my mom's new last name, I escaped the final touch but not all the blame. He told me "you're not a kid anymore", Every day since I was twelve he did the math. I wish I didn't want to grow up before, I was only eighteen and a half.

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