zane2976 - Hello Poetry

You can pull up the carpet And paint the walls But the violence I saw Still lingers You can install new windows And replace the furniture But the screaming I heard Still lingers You can plant a garden And replace the fence But the prison I knew Still lingers I can spend years away And do my best to heal But the damage you’ve done Still lingers

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Mar 3, 2021

Mar 3, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC

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You can pull up the carpet And paint the walls But the violence I saw Still lingers You can install new windows And replace the furniture But the screaming I heard Still lingers You can plant a garden And replace the fence But the prison I knew Still lingers I can spend years away And do my best to heal But the damage you’ve done Still lingers

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Rain Rain Go Away Come again Another Day Be it dark Be it grey Come again Another day

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Oct 4, 2020

Oct 4, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC

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Rain Rain Go Away Come again Another Day Be it dark Be it grey Come again Another day

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I remember When I was young I used to play in the garden And there were my friends The insects, the dogs and the cat We’d be lost out there for who knows how long Climbing the trees Climbing the fences Nothing was too high Watching the skies As they say, Time flies by I’d spend all day Out there If I could Feeling my feet Conform to the wood The same way The snail Holds the ground And the boatman beetle Swims upside down Do you remember That one time Not so long ago When your mother said She locked you out sometimes And forced you to stay outside Pretending not to hear youre screaming To come in She sent away the neighbour Through the window That I could only come in When my father Got home. And do you remember Sometimes That the only acceptable excuse Was in desperate need All the fun things Always come back And I can’t avoid the connotations The sly suggestions That all I knew Has been tainted In the tentacles Stuck in that slime That never washes off The yellow stain Of so many millipedes I wanted to show Everything I know Has been Enshrined In neglect Or abuse.

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Oct 4, 2020

Oct 4, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC

When In Rome - Keeping Company With Snails And (Butter?)Flies

I remember When I was young I used to play in the garden And there were my friends The insects, the dogs and the cat We’d be lost out there for who knows how long Climbing the trees Climbing the fences Nothing was too high Watching the skies As they say, Time flies by I’d spend all day Out there If I could Feeling my feet Conform to the wood The same way The snail Holds the ground And the boatman beetle Swims upside down Do you remember That one time Not so long ago When your mother said She locked you out sometimes And forced you to stay outside Pretending not to hear youre screaming To come in She sent away the neighbour Through the window That I could only come in When my father Got home. And do you remember Sometimes That the only acceptable excuse Was in desperate need All the fun things Always come back And I can’t avoid the connotations The sly suggestions That all I knew Has been tainted In the tentacles Stuck in that slime That never washes off The yellow stain Of so many millipedes I wanted to show Everything I know Has been Enshrined In neglect Or abuse.

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Start fresh A new beginning Clean slate Fractured Fragile Broken Build up Back to speed Fractured hope Stained glass windows And rose tinted lenses Wash away Clean yet not Stable in quicksand Lost again Again Again Clawing at skin from within Torn and shattered Vocals strained and screaming Words come and go Can I hold myself to set Rotting and diseased Shhhhh It's raining The storm passed Time for healing.

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Sep 28, 2020

Sep 28, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC

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Start fresh A new beginning Clean slate Fractured Fragile Broken Build up Back to speed Fractured hope Stained glass windows And rose tinted lenses Wash away Clean yet not Stable in quicksand Lost again Again Again Clawing at skin from within Torn and shattered Vocals strained and screaming Words come and go Can I hold myself to set Rotting and diseased Shhhhh It's raining The storm passed Time for healing.

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What words can I say that haven't already said? I'm sorry? Forgive me? Love me? Trust me? Back and forth Lost both in and between Torn Again Again Again Picking scabs Skin Flesh Ripping and tearing away I can't find this wound that poisons me Failing Flailing Falling What's the difference when it feels the same?

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Sep 28, 2020

Sep 28, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC

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What words can I say that haven't already said? I'm sorry? Forgive me? Love me? Trust me? Back and forth Lost both in and between Torn Again Again Again Picking scabs Skin Flesh Ripping and tearing away I can't find this wound that poisons me Failing Flailing Falling What's the difference when it feels the same?

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Softly Gently Patterns on her skin Lost myself in giving once more Death sentence With delayed time Smoke another Before Its gone

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Sep 28, 2020

Sep 28, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC

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Softly Gently Patterns on her skin Lost myself in giving once more Death sentence With delayed time Smoke another Before Its gone

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Sound is waves Light is waves Movement is dancing in time Keep it organised in a single line But don’t forget the river of time Nor the mountain of momentum You carry within We come up next to A Silly Sting Theory And things get lost Because no one knows Just exactly how far this one goes A pompom was made by an important friend After I showed her how Loop around a cardboard circle Make it thick and make it tight Squeeze the scissors in Cut just the outside circle Before you take the cardboard out Take a string and go around Tie it tight and make it trim So it fits the rest and can blend in What was one, now is many She went away And then came back And showed me an amazing thing Then she told me “I made it for you, give it a shake, I put a bell inside” It lives in a box Just for now I’ll find it a good home Somewhere Somehow “When the planets and the stars and the moons align ‘just so’” But a string can take on many forms. A pompom A torus A lattice A rope And so much more Mix up intent Driven by need A desire to be well received Here is creation And maybe Just maybe This time A Seed. Walk the fine line of sanity It’s ok though I’ve been here before This path is still well known My footing is still sure I always wanted to be an acrobat I remember

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Sep 27, 2020

Sep 27, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC

A Friend’s Gift

Sound is waves Light is waves Movement is dancing in time Keep it organised in a single line But don’t forget the river of time Nor the mountain of momentum You carry within We come up next to A Silly Sting Theory And things get lost Because no one knows Just exactly how far this one goes A pompom was made by an important friend After I showed her how Loop around a cardboard circle Make it thick and make it tight Squeeze the scissors in Cut just the outside circle Before you take the cardboard out Take a string and go around Tie it tight and make it trim So it fits the rest and can blend in What was one, now is many She went away And then came back And showed me an amazing thing Then she told me “I made it for you, give it a shake, I put a bell inside” It lives in a box Just for now I’ll find it a good home Somewhere Somehow “When the planets and the stars and the moons align ‘just so’” But a string can take on many forms. A pompom A torus A lattice A rope And so much more Mix up intent Driven by need A desire to be well received Here is creation And maybe Just maybe This time A Seed. Walk the fine line of sanity It’s ok though I’ve been here before This path is still well known My footing is still sure I always wanted to be an acrobat I remember

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To solve sleeping problems They suggest To keep a routine And avoid stress Try to destress Keep a journal Write about your day But it doesn’t help It never stops So you shove it away In a box Lock it out For another day And focus on keeping yourself safe When you find the courage To say what you could not Wait for the time When there’s space Only to find The world forgot So So do I I’ll turn my back I’ll remember some day During an anxiety attack Or was it a flashback? Or something imposed? Or something else? Most of my story Already seems composed? How do I know What’s my own? I’d love to know I’m a living hell To everyone around Including myself.

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Sep 24, 2020

Sep 24, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC

Conflicting Advice

To solve sleeping problems They suggest To keep a routine And avoid stress Try to destress Keep a journal Write about your day But it doesn’t help It never stops So you shove it away In a box Lock it out For another day And focus on keeping yourself safe When you find the courage To say what you could not Wait for the time When there’s space Only to find The world forgot So So do I I’ll turn my back I’ll remember some day During an anxiety attack Or was it a flashback? Or something imposed? Or something else? Most of my story Already seems composed? How do I know What’s my own? I’d love to know I’m a living hell To everyone around Including myself.

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I live in Australia The land of extremes I grew up in a world Where everyone screams I have a body That holds no peace My only refuge The land and the beasts The sky and the stars Above my head I want to see It’s not time yet I want to know Is someone out there Just like me? I don’t know Is your ceiling bored Like mine? Too?

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Sep 24, 2020

Sep 24, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC

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I live in Australia The land of extremes I grew up in a world Where everyone screams I have a body That holds no peace My only refuge The land and the beasts The sky and the stars Above my head I want to see It’s not time yet I want to know Is someone out there Just like me? I don’t know Is your ceiling bored Like mine? Too?

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My therapist said to me, that one time “How do you eat an elephant” She asked, and I danced around The answer she wanted was “one bite at a time” But the thing about time is, when you forgot The weather and the preexisting conditions Cells break down, and bacteria sets in I can’t stop time, I can’t change the set So you build a fridge, to control the weather Maybe a freezer, to preserve even longer But even when frozen, nothing tastes quite the same Forget about the **** you don’t have the energy to even reheat It’s all well and good, if you know what you need So you take out your lists, and you plant your seeds But what happens, when winter lasts too long Summer was fine and the calendar‘a long, I’m losing my mind so what’s gone wrong? I’m not an elephant, nor a plant A plain old human, or that’s what they say But all has a reason, all has a purpose There’s so many things to do, and there’s not enough time The summer is coming, the time of fire and drought Keep an eye on your crops, I think there’s an arsonist about Tolkien I think said it best, talking about strider - the man who just wanted to rest While somebody else whispers “you know nothing, John snow” Ned stark said “winter is coming” And in the end, he was always right

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Sep 24, 2020

Sep 24, 2020 at 5:25 AM UTC

Springtime! Or Is It A Slinky?

My therapist said to me, that one time “How do you eat an elephant” She asked, and I danced around The answer she wanted was “one bite at a time” But the thing about time is, when you forgot The weather and the preexisting conditions Cells break down, and bacteria sets in I can’t stop time, I can’t change the set So you build a fridge, to control the weather Maybe a freezer, to preserve even longer But even when frozen, nothing tastes quite the same Forget about the **** you don’t have the energy to even reheat It’s all well and good, if you know what you need So you take out your lists, and you plant your seeds But what happens, when winter lasts too long Summer was fine and the calendar‘a long, I’m losing my mind so what’s gone wrong? I’m not an elephant, nor a plant A plain old human, or that’s what they say But all has a reason, all has a purpose There’s so many things to do, and there’s not enough time The summer is coming, the time of fire and drought Keep an eye on your crops, I think there’s an arsonist about Tolkien I think said it best, talking about strider - the man who just wanted to rest While somebody else whispers “you know nothing, John snow” Ned stark said “winter is coming” And in the end, he was always right

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