violet-moradoe - Hello Poetry

The prelude to a bruise Is the loving gleam in your eyes Feral glint boiling up from Wild meadows and forest lingering on the edge of Forgotten Conception is the heavy, hot second of contact. Searing through me with a gasp and Cry of thanks Your touch sows the seeds of violets and morning glories And red, red roses, thorn-prick freckles Flowers blooming across my back, my thighs, my throat Grow me up from your sheets, lavender and larkspur wrapping around my ankles, My ribs a spray of hyacinth, hydrangea flourishing on the crests of my hips, Wrists encircled in verbena, Delphiniums blossom on my throat Planted by your hands, your teeth Gardens of your admiration remembered on the canvas of my skin

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violet-moradoe

Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC

CheshireCat92

Prelude

The prelude to a bruise Is the loving gleam in your eyes Feral glint boiling up from Wild meadows and forest lingering on the edge of Forgotten Conception is the heavy, hot second of contact. Searing through me with a gasp and Cry of thanks Your touch sows the seeds of violets and morning glories And red, red roses, thorn-prick freckles Flowers blooming across my back, my thighs, my throat Grow me up from your sheets, lavender and larkspur wrapping around my ankles, My ribs a spray of hyacinth, hydrangea flourishing on the crests of my hips, Wrists encircled in verbena, Delphiniums blossom on my throat Planted by your hands, your teeth Gardens of your admiration remembered on the canvas of my skin

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Been lost so long it feels like home Been high so long it feels like down But that's alright Yea, it's okay Down here We all live this way I steal and I rob for the things I've got Until they're stolen from me Mostly I rob to pay for dope A piece of oblivion in place of hope But that's alright Man, it's okay We live and die this way I'm losing my teeth And my lips are cracked My face looks as though It's made of wax I'm thin enough to walk through walls And I can't ever remember walking tall Still, it's alright yea, it's okay It'll always be this way By Phil Roberts

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violet-moradoe

Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC

phil-roberts

JUKE

Been lost so long it feels like home Been high so long it feels like down But that's alright Yea, it's okay Down here We all live this way I steal and I rob for the things I've got Until they're stolen from me Mostly I rob to pay for dope A piece of oblivion in place of hope But that's alright Man, it's okay We live and die this way I'm losing my teeth And my lips are cracked My face looks as though It's made of wax I'm thin enough to walk through walls And I can't ever remember walking tall Still, it's alright yea, it's okay It'll always be this way By Phil Roberts

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the last time we saw each other I was a mess and you never got to see the person I was after that you just gave up that I was a cocoon and that the butterfly had perished inside and might never come out. but those wings are bright orange and purple and I don’t really miss you at all.

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violet-moradoe

Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC

michelle-reicks

caterpillar

the last time we saw each other I was a mess and you never got to see the person I was after that you just gave up that I was a cocoon and that the butterfly had perished inside and might never come out. but those wings are bright orange and purple and I don’t really miss you at all.

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I’m the girl you’ll beg to forget. I **** cherries and stain my lips with their blood. Sometimes, I swallow the sky just to see how fast the stars will die inside me. I don’t speak, I scream. I am wind trapped in a room, the fire in your eyes. (hate or lust?) But I am not warm. With me, you’ll feel cold and alone. I live only so you hate who you are around me, you still can’t stop chasing after me. You’ll hate who you become when you get close to the girl who laughs lies and crushes rose petals just to see them bleed.

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Jan 12, 2016

Jan 12, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC

violet-moradoe

The Wrong Girl

I’m the girl you’ll beg to forget. I **** cherries and stain my lips with their blood. Sometimes, I swallow the sky just to see how fast the stars will die inside me. I don’t speak, I scream. I am wind trapped in a room, the fire in your eyes. (hate or lust?) But I am not warm. With me, you’ll feel cold and alone. I live only so you hate who you are around me, you still can’t stop chasing after me. You’ll hate who you become when you get close to the girl who laughs lies and crushes rose petals just to see them bleed.

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A beer bottle curled lazily around my moist lips, but my mouth tasted like gin and Regret. He looked at me and the sky seemed to darken with his cold stare. Lately, Regret wasn’t a foreign substance on my tongue. He tipped his nose up, said, “the sky is angry, doleful, but the clouds will not cry for you, and neither will I.”

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC

violet-moradoe

Untitled

A beer bottle curled lazily around my moist lips, but my mouth tasted like gin and Regret. He looked at me and the sky seemed to darken with his cold stare. Lately, Regret wasn’t a foreign substance on my tongue. He tipped his nose up, said, “the sky is angry, doleful, but the clouds will not cry for you, and neither will I.”

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