writetolive - Hello Poetry

Warm dragons breath, breaths fire on my cheek Statues of knights just beyond my reach I soar the sky just to fight the urge to stay grounded I drift I drag I draw Closer to my prey

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Jun 18, 2019

Jun 18, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC

The struggle

Warm dragons breath, breaths fire on my cheek Statues of knights just beyond my reach I soar the sky just to fight the urge to stay grounded I drift I drag I draw Closer to my prey

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Defeated, deflated: conflated I fell, I feel, I found You found me Or did I find you? Did I seek you out? Are you me? I lost my step; we lost our step I fell, I feel, I found

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Jun 18, 2019

Jun 18, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC

Directions to the nearest gas station

Defeated, deflated: conflated I fell, I feel, I found You found me Or did I find you? Did I seek you out? Are you me? I lost my step; we lost our step I fell, I feel, I found

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Rise and Fall The skin and bones of a child’s chest Strong lungs righteously, steal from the air Breathing life into a hollow shell Once an object Deliverance, a girl Delivered onto the masses

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC

The Matriarch

Rise and Fall The skin and bones of a child’s chest Strong lungs righteously, steal from the air Breathing life into a hollow shell Once an object Deliverance, a girl Delivered onto the masses

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Why oh why do I perch so high If only to fall without wings is it so I can call being up so tall I can beg and plead to the heavens I can see Don’t let me drown in the clouds so swollen Don’t let me fall from the perch so tall

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC

Heights

Why oh why do I perch so high If only to fall without wings is it so I can call being up so tall I can beg and plead to the heavens I can see Don’t let me drown in the clouds so swollen Don’t let me fall from the perch so tall

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I feel hallow I am a shell of a human I have no ambition, motivation, or goals I lack an essence that a person needs to get by Why will no one blow life into me I was a child once, born of a crazy world This world made me I am not without the world But unlike the world there is nothing inside me And unlike the world I fail to be seen I am alone in this world If I cannot be then I will retreat to where I came I will fall to ash and become what I never could

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC

Mother Nature, child of mine

I feel hallow I am a shell of a human I have no ambition, motivation, or goals I lack an essence that a person needs to get by Why will no one blow life into me I was a child once, born of a crazy world This world made me I am not without the world But unlike the world there is nothing inside me And unlike the world I fail to be seen I am alone in this world If I cannot be then I will retreat to where I came I will fall to ash and become what I never could

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Sadness feels like a hug from a friend It is familiar It envelopes me and makes me uninhibited I can just be because being won’t get any worse It’s like I have nowhere to go I don’t have to be afraid of falling because I’ve already fell and now I’m on the ground Safe and sound Happiness feels like being on a ledge and looking down with a ladder right next to you Higher or lower There is no guarantee except that of risk

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 6:05 AM UTC

My condition

Sadness feels like a hug from a friend It is familiar It envelopes me and makes me uninhibited I can just be because being won’t get any worse It’s like I have nowhere to go I don’t have to be afraid of falling because I’ve already fell and now I’m on the ground Safe and sound Happiness feels like being on a ledge and looking down with a ladder right next to you Higher or lower There is no guarantee except that of risk

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I cannot make what is of what should. I have no control. I am not a breath of life but a kiss of death. I fall between the cracks into the void. I have abandoned the notion that I can get better. I am just bad. I cannot make what is of what should.

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC

Self Reflection

I cannot make what is of what should. I have no control. I am not a breath of life but a kiss of death. I fall between the cracks into the void. I have abandoned the notion that I can get better. I am just bad. I cannot make what is of what should.

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Leave your demons behind they grunt with oppression. If pride was a cloak then you'd wear it well. Those who see you for who you are don't have eyes, their souls are primed with smitten sins. Dancing with the wolves gives you the danger you deserve but you play with the pups. Lust love lust love what does it matter you'll get your way oh master of words, show me those pretty eyes, Mr. Soul play your music. This is for you God of rock. Push pull push pull the threads are unwinding, whittling your story, sewing your fate. Lips of spice drowning in tongue. Where's your cheek? Swallow that pill please because you take that medicine well. Society huh? what a dream, keep your ideals because this is hell... Welcome, leave your soul at the Doors.

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC

Open Door Policy

Leave your demons behind they grunt with oppression. If pride was a cloak then you'd wear it well. Those who see you for who you are don't have eyes, their souls are primed with smitten sins. Dancing with the wolves gives you the danger you deserve but you play with the pups. Lust love lust love what does it matter you'll get your way oh master of words, show me those pretty eyes, Mr. Soul play your music. This is for you God of rock. Push pull push pull the threads are unwinding, whittling your story, sewing your fate. Lips of spice drowning in tongue. Where's your cheek? Swallow that pill please because you take that medicine well. Society huh? what a dream, keep your ideals because this is hell... Welcome, leave your soul at the Doors.

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One day you'll see me. I'll be the girl that illuminates your world Everything will be in perspective A gleaming stream filtered with deception A disillusion filled with remorse Because when you finally see me I'll have left a long time ago What you see, It's just a projected memory of me slipping through your grasps I'll flow through the fingers that once confined me You lost my worth but don't worry it's in better hands

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC

Unrequited Love: an ending.

One day you'll see me. I'll be the girl that illuminates your world Everything will be in perspective A gleaming stream filtered with deception A disillusion filled with remorse Because when you finally see me I'll have left a long time ago What you see, It's just a projected memory of me slipping through your grasps I'll flow through the fingers that once confined me You lost my worth but don't worry it's in better hands

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Here I am. Life's grip firmly planted on my neck But with every gasp for air I feel more alive then What it means to actually do so Living is such a funny word Only those who see its antagonist really know Its bounds but bound are those who are blind to the reap Those glasses of rose colored ignorance Shattered forevermore The struggle reflected on the pale pink shards... Innocence lost. A world once seen somehow lost in translation. I can't help but grieve for what is gone but does Its absence make me stronger? Only time's ticking clock will transcribe what is.

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC

ghost story

Here I am. Life's grip firmly planted on my neck But with every gasp for air I feel more alive then What it means to actually do so Living is such a funny word Only those who see its antagonist really know Its bounds but bound are those who are blind to the reap Those glasses of rose colored ignorance Shattered forevermore The struggle reflected on the pale pink shards... Innocence lost. A world once seen somehow lost in translation. I can't help but grieve for what is gone but does Its absence make me stronger? Only time's ticking clock will transcribe what is.

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